13. Olive #2
The nest smells like fresh laundry detergent.
Building a proper nest requires an Alpha's scent.
I need their worn t-shirts and discarded hoodies to weave into the blankets, but I have no way to raid their laundry right now.
I lack my own belongings to anchor my chaotic brain, too, since the moving crew hasn't delivered my boxes yet.
The absence of a proper nest throws my heat into a vicious spiral.
I need an Alpha. My body screams for the men skating on the ice across town.
I crave the crisp ozone. I want the rich cedar.
I need the bite of black pepper and the fresh juniper.
I used to think they wore a custom team cologne, but knowing those potent pheromones come straight from their skin makes the craving a thousand times worse.
The absence of their scent leaves a gaping hole in my chest.
I strip the oversized sweater over my head and toss it onto the carpet. I kick my ruined underwear off, leaving me naked in the middle of the useless blankets.
I lie back against the pillows. I spread my thighs wide.
I press two fingers to my dripping, swollen pussy.
A ragged moan escapes my lips. I rub the slick over my clit, mashing the bundle of nerves with frantic, rapid motions. The friction sparks an intense surge of pleasure, but it fails to touch the deep, echoing void inside me.
I slide two fingers deep inside my slick, tight canal. I pump my hand in and out. The wet, slapping sound echoes in the quiet bedroom. I thrust my hips upward, chasing my own hand. I fuck myself with desperate speed.
It feels awful and empty.
My body demands large, rough hands. It demands the stretch of a real cock. It craves a thick knot to lock inside me.
I yank my hand away. A sob rips past my lips.
I curl into a tight ball in the middle of the blankets. I weep from sheer frustration. The fever burns my skin. The ache between my legs turns into an agonizing pressure. I feel like an addict going through withdrawal.
Footsteps hit the hallway outside my bedroom door.
My breath hitches as I freeze.
The deep, rumbling sound of voices drifts through the wood. The pack returned from morning skate.
My nose catches the scent bleeding under the door crack. Crisp ozone and crushed black pepper. Finn and Lawrence.
The aroma hits my lungs and acts like a match to a powder keg. My hips jerk off the bed. A fresh wave of slick floods my thighs. The intoxicating scent bypasses my rational thoughts and hijacks my nervous system.
I need them. I need them right now.
I spread my legs wide again. I dive my slick fingers back down to my clit. I rub the swollen flesh, letting out a loud, pathetic whine, begging them to hear me and smell my desperation.
The doorknob turns.
The thick oak door swings inward.
Finn and Lawrence step over the threshold. Finn carries a tray with a pitcher of ice water. Lawrence holds a plate of fresh fruit and pastries.
They freeze.
The pitcher rattles against the metal tray. The breakfast plate tilts in Lawrence's grip.
Their eyes lock onto me. I lie naked in the middle of a messy pile of blankets with my thighs spread wide. My fingers grind against my core. The scent of my heat fills the room.
Finn’s pupils blow out. A low sound vibrates in his chest. Lawrence bares his teeth.
Lawrence forces his gaze away. He stares at the wall. "Sorry, Olive. We just got back from practice. We wanted to bring you breakfast in bed. We thought you were asleep."
Finn takes a step backward. He grips the metal tray. "We'll go. We'll shut the door. We won't cross your boundaries."
My need overrides my pride.
"Wait." I drop my hand. I push myself up onto my elbows. "Don't leave."
Finn stops.
Lawrence turns his head. His dark eyes drop to my glistening thighs. He swallows hard. "Olive, if we stay, we won't hold back. Our bodies demand we knot you."
I tremble. The idea of a bonding bite still terrifies me. I’m not ready for that kind of permanence.
I pant, the fever blurring my vision. "I'm not ready for a bonding. I can't bond. But I need relief. The fever drives me crazy. Please. Help me."
Finn steps closer to the edge of the mattress, his gaze softening. "We won't bite you. We promise. But we need to go get condoms. We haven't been having sex, so we don't have any in here. Someone else in the house might have a stash."
He starts to turn toward the bedroom door.
"Wait." I shake my head, my thighs rubbing together to chase the ache. "You don't need to go. I can't get pregnant. And I don't have any STIs. I haven't had sex in four years, and I've never been with an Alpha before today. So unless you guys have something..."
Lawrence exhales, a visible wave of relief crossing his features. "We get tested regularly for the league. We're clean." His dark eyes search my face. "But what do you mean you can't get pregnant? Do you have some kind of implant?"
I push myself up onto my elbows, my chest heaving.
"No, it isn't birth control. When I was sixteen, I went to the ER with terrible stomach pain.
" I pause, my cheeks burning with a flush that has nothing to do with my Heat.
"I was sexually active with my boyfriend at the time, so the doctors did a pelvic ultrasound to rule out an ectopic pregnancy along with appendicitis. "
Finn steps back to the side of the bed, his expression softening. "That sounds like a nightmare for a teenager."
I nod, dropping my gaze to the blankets.
"It was terrifying. But the scan is how they discovered I was born with only half a uterus.
" I look back up at them, my heart pounding.
"I have fully functioning ovaries, which explains why I eventually presented as an Omega, but my body can't actually carry a child. "
I swallow the tight lump in my throat. "If an infertile Omega is a deal breaker for your pack, I understand. You can step out of the room, and I will pack my bags and leave right now."
Finn kicks his shoes off and unbuckles his belt. "You aren't going anywhere. It isn't a deal breaker, Olive."
Lawrence nods in agreement, pulling his t-shirt over his head. "We don't care if you can't get pregnant. There is always adoption and other options. I'm just sorry you had to go through that kind of scare as a kid."
I sink back into the pillows, a weight lifting off my chest. "Thank you. My hospital job fulfilled that need for me anyway. I always planned on adopting when I felt ready to become a mother."
Finn tosses his shirt onto the floor. "Since you just presented, and this is your first time with an Alpha, we need to go slow. Taking a knot for the first time is intense. We won't push you. If anything hurts, you tell us to stop."
They strip out of the rest of their clothes, kicking their jeans and boxers aside until they stand naked at the edge of the nest.
I stare at their bodies. The fever spikes in my blood, making my mouth water. They look different but equally intimidating. Finn’s pale skin flushes pink. He has a thick cock with a prominent curve upward. Veins snake along his rigid shaft, the skin pulling taut.
Lawrence has warm, golden skin. He is slightly longer, his cock straight and just as thick. Both of them leak drops of clear cum from their tips.
At the base of their shafts, their knots are already swelling. The thick bulbs of tissue expand before they even step onto the mattress. My core throbs at the sight. My new designation recognizes what they offer.
They don't rush. They move with careful intention.
Finn climbs onto the bed and navigates through the piles of blankets. Instead of sitting back to watch, he crawls right up to my side. He leans over me, his chest brushing against mine. He captures my lips in a deep, demanding kiss. His hot tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting like mint and coffee.
Lawrence crawls right into the center of the nest. He kneels between my spread legs. He leans forward and presses his face against my inner thigh. He licks a slow, wet trail from my hip toward my core. I gasp, my hips jerking upward against the mattress.
He finds my swollen folds and licks, his tongue flicking in rhythmic, deliberate motions against my clit. He laps at the slick pouring out of me, drinking me down as if he's starving.