Chapter 19
Hudson
My eyes feel as though they’ve been glued shut. It takes me a few tries and quite a bit of rubbing to get my lids to finally lift.
The room is dimly lit by one of those Edison bulbs hanging from a fixture in the corner.
Not right. It’s not right.
A whimper swells in my throat but I swallow it back. The alphas are asleep. The small room smells heavily of wood ash, peppermint and whipped cream, and chocolate hazelnut, along with my own heightened and heady perfume.
It also smells like sweat and sex.
I’ve been with alphas, but I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so amazing after only the third day of my cycle. This pack soothes the worst aches and calms my impulses.
It’s that stupid light that’s bothering me now.
It’s probably because I didn’t wake to a heat spike wrecking my abdomen. I’m actually hungry. That’s something that never happens. Food doesn’t even register until my heat hits that downward curve toward the end.
Did the alphas notice how many pieces of their clothing I worked into the nest?
I don’t remember much from the past three days other than intense pleasure, and even that feels more like a fading dream.
Looking around the room, I spot a stack of water bottles and a few bags of chips and pretzels. Not exactly a nutritious meal, but I suppose it’s better than nothing.
What’s confusing me is that I’m this coherent after only three days. I suppose that’s the difference between alphas who simply want to fulfill a fantasy and alphas who actually care about my comfort.
Being careful not to jostle Des who’s snuggled up against Mason or wake Alex who has his arm over Des’s waist on his other side, I crawl to the door and snag a water bottle.
After cracking the top, I down half of its contents in one long pull. I’m breathing heavily by the time I pull it from my lips.
I’m tempted to guzzle down at least three of them, but know I’ll end up sick if I drink too much too quickly. Lesson learned years ago.
Damn, I’m sticky. And I’m sure I don’t smell great, either.
Might as well take a quick shower while the alphas are asleep, and my body is cooperating. Who knows when the next spike will hit, and my body and brain will no longer be on the same page?
I’ve always wondered during my lucid moments if there are other lucid moments that I simply don’t remember.
I’m always so lost during the fog of my hindbrain but are there other times like this when I actually remember to do something as mundane as drink water and wash off the sweat, cum, and slick?
After relieving my bladder, I turn the handle and let the water pound the tile as the water heats up. Don’t know what kind of water heater rich people use, but I swear it always takes longer for the water to get hot at my apartment.
Once the steam is billowing from the glass enclosure, I step in and close the door behind me. Eventually, I’ll fill the tub, pour in some Epsom salt and essential oils, and let my body soak while it recovers from overuse.
For now, I need to clean off as quickly as possible and get back to the nest. I really don’t want to risk losing control alone.
As I lather up, I try to recall as much as possible. It’s not much. I mean, I can’t remember much.
What I can remember was intense. For never having been with an omega, those alphas sure as hell know how to please one.
The fact I’m able to stand here on my own and shower is testament to how well they took care of me.
As the loofah runs down my chest, I can’t help but plant a hand to my lower abdomen. I know it’s a slim chance, but there could be a little human growing in there right now.
Unlike female omegas, I don’t have a soft, rounded body. I grew up skinny. Scrawny. Which was why I got into lifting to add a little more definition to my body since I couldn’t seem to add any softness or any form of curves.
If all goes according to plan, I’ll eventually get some roundness to my body, though it won’t be the softness of a woman.
The alphas don’t seem to care about that considering the three of them are in a committed relationship with no woman involved.
Could I ever commit like that? It’s hard to picture myself devoting myself fully to someone for twelve years. Not just committing myself, but never sleeping with another person other than my alpha or beta.
Or hell, another omega. Though that seems farfetched with how possessive I grow over my nest.
What’s the point of dwelling on the what ifs when my life is pretty much planned out for at least the next year. Maybe more if we don’t succeed over the next few cycles.
I can only assume they won’t want to continue hemorrhaging money if I end up being infertile or our reproductive systems are incompatible.
Ew. Did I seriously just deduce the past three days – and the future with this pack – to nothing more than my uterus and their sperm?
With a shake of my head, I rinse off and end the spray. I need to get something in my stomach and drink some more water before the next spike hits.
Who brought the food and water? Did one of the alphas leave the nest? Was I awake or asleep?
A whimper builds in my chest. Why would they leave me?
“Oh, get a grip,” I whisper to myself as I rub the towel against my skin a little too roughly. Why the hell am I getting all needy and whiny when I have no idea whether anyone left or not?
And seriously, why would it matter? They’re not mine, for fuck’s sake. This is a business agreement with some affection and gifts thrown in to sweeten the pot.
Something in my chest tightens at that thought. I want them. Is that wrong of me to even think? The four of us went into this fully aware it’s temporary.
The alphas told me upfront they never sought an omega or beta to add to their pack because they’re fully committed to each other. To me, that was almost like them coming out and reminding me that my time with them would end when I gave birth to their child.
Our child.
He or she would still be a part of me. Which means I could still come around, still huff hits of their pheromones when I’m struggling under the guise of visiting our child.
Does that make me a garbage human? It kind of makes me feel like a garbage human thinking I would use an excuse simply to…
“Fuck. Stop.” I’m staring at myself in the mirror hanging over the bathroom vanity as I try to stop the thoughts from cycling out of control.
I’m not a needy omega, for fuck’s sake. I mean, yeah, I get needier when my hormones are out of control, but I don’t now, nor have I ever, required an alpha to remain a permanent fixture in my life.
The only alphas I’ve entertained on a regular basis are those whom I feel safe around, those who’ve helped me through my heat while consistently sending me gifts between cycles.
Yep. Garbage human. Since I presented and ended up out on my own, I’ve been using people.
“They used you, too,” I remind my reflection.
Would it really be so bad to someday find what this pack has? Would it really be so bad to finally find an alpha or a pack who cares about me for more than the fetish of fucking an omega?
I might have only been here for about a week, but these alphas have been so kind, even if they were gone the first two days. They’ve given me free reign of the house, no limit to my spending, and offered to let me change up the omega quarters, bedroom, and nest to fit my tastes.
Shame I didn’t get the time to change the interior of the nest. As I walk back in, my eyes immediately zero in on that damn bulb. It’s dim and warm, but it’s just…not right.
I like those string lights, the ones Ella calls fairy lights or twinkle lights.
I want to be able to see the alphas, but I don’t want…
shit. I don’t know. So much light. Everything becomes so over sensitized during my cycle that even the one bulb feels like a spotlight glaring right into my eyeballs.
At some point while I was showering, the guys moved. Mason is now on his side. Alex is lying on his stomach with his arms wedged under the pillow and his head turned to the side. Des is on his back with an arm over his head.
They really are so damn attractive. So much so that my dick twitches and begins to grow simply looking at their naked bodies.
It doesn’t feel like a full heat spike, but need is absolutely coursing through my veins and causing slick to coat my hole and upper thighs. My perfume is growing the longer I stare at them, my pheromones behaving as a beacon and causing them to stir.
Again, for three alphas who’ve never been with an omega, their bodies sure as hell react instinctively. They’re rousing simply from my heightened pheromones. I haven’t even made a single sound of discomfort or moved other than reentering the room.
Mason’s eyes flutter open then they find me standing at the entrance of the nest.
“You okay?” he asks as he pushes up onto one elbow.
When he reaches a hand for me, I feel as though there’s a rubber band strapped around my waist dragging me right to his arms.
I lie in front of him, letting him drape an arm over my waist as he nuzzles his face through my hair until his lips find the back of my neck.
It feels so natural. Other than those times I needed an itch scratched, I’ve never truly enjoyed this type of such intimate snuggling. I don’t mind laying my head on their chests or even the spooning thing, but the way his warm lips feel on my neck makes me want more.
More of what, I’m not sure. I refuse to allow my heart to get involved in this situation simply to have it ripped from my chest later.
“I’m okay,” I whisper, hoping to keep from waking Mason and Alex when it’s not necessary.
I’m tired and I wasn’t the one doing all the heavy lifting. At least I don’t think I was.
Mason’s hard cock is trapped between my ass cheeks and my slick drips from me to soak into the padding below us as my dick thickens and begins to throb.
I’ve been fucked, sucked, licked…any and every form of pleasure an omega could possibly receive, these alphas have delivered.
When Mason’s hips make a slow rotation and his cock slides along my skin…
Well, shit. That simple motion has awakened the fog. My skin tingles, my cheeks and core feel hot, and my brain is quickly turning to mush.
A whine leaves my chest before I can reel it in as I moan out, “Alpha.”