11. Caleb
11
Caleb
I struggle to attach a thin curtain to the ceiling of the nest as quietly as possible, to dim the fairy lights. Jorge is holding up the other end, waiting for me to finish.
Behind me, Vera groans. “Too bright.” She rolls around, probably trying to hide her face in the blankets or in Mathew’s chest, though likely both at the same time.
My heart hurts. She’s so oversensitive to everything during her heat that even the fairy lights on their lowest setting are too bright.
“We’re nearly done.” I keep my voice as low as possible as I walk to Jorge’s end and start attaching the curtain to the string of lights on that side too. No hammering or anything like that allowed right now, so tying the fabric to the string it is.
Jorge mimics eating to me, then nods at the Omegas before he quietly leaves the nest. Yes. Food. That’s a good idea.
He and I managed to sneak in a few bites during the night and morning, but Vera and Mathew haven’t had anything to eat since lunch yesterday. We really should try to get some food into them, or they’ll be in heat and grumpy from being hungry at the same time.
It’s not a good combination, I know from experience.
Vera groans again as my movements make the pile of pillows and blankets in the nest wobble and I carefully sit down next to her.
“The curtain is up. The light should be better now.” I softly touch her cheek, she’s still burning up. Then I reach out to Mathew, who’s fast asleep next to her, probably exhausted, and he’s burning up too.
It’s their second day in heat, which tends to be the worst.
On the first day, the initial spike is overwhelming and all Omegas want to do is fuck. They won’t pay much attention to anything but fucking and being fucked.
But the second day, the initial rush has passed and they become much more aware of their surroundings, their senses running high while the heat messes with their mind. Mostly, they’ll become overwhelmed by everything around them, which is why most Omegas have small nests. Small, quiet, dim and filled with soft things.
On the third day, and the days after, their senses become less sensitive and usually the burning sensation of the heat also lessens. They’ll still want their quiet and soft nests, but they won’t retreat under the blankets at every sound or blink of light.
That then lasts until they’re back to normal a couple of days later. Often very hungry and full of energy from having mostly slept for a couple of days straight.
When Mathew became aware of his surroundings this morning, after the initial spike wore off, he was overwhelmed by how big the room was. Which I had expected, so I’d made sure Vera and Mathew ordered plenty of both thick and thin curtains when they were preparing.
This meant that Jorge and I could quickly put some curtains around the edge of the nest area, closing the outside world out and making the nest much more intimate. It calmed him down immediately.
Then Vera got overwhelmed by the fairy lights.
The lowest setting on them was still too much, so we covered them with a thin curtain instead. Now you can still see in the nest, even though it’s very dim, but it’s dark enough that it doesn’t bother her anymore.
Vera and Mathew’s pheromones flood the nest, making me constantly hard and constantly horny, but they’re still weak enough that we can ignore them. They’re much stronger than they normally are, but weak in comparison to last night.
In a couple of hours, they’ll have recovered enough to make things complicated again. But for now, they’re weak enough that Jorge and I can make some adjustments to the nest and take care of Vera and Mathew’s other needs.
Jorge slips between the curtains, a bowl in his hands. He sets the bowl on a pillow above us before sliding behind Mathew, wrapping his arms around him. Mathew seems to relax even more, softly snoring.
Okay, that’s very cute, even if they don’t mean to be.
“How are you feeling?” I touch Vera’s cheek and she rubs her face against my hand. I smile.
She always does this, especially when she’s in heat. I asked her why once and she told me that it’s because my hands feel rough, but in a good way. That she associates the roughness of my hands with me, or something like that.
It probably didn’t help that I asked her while she was in heat…
“Too hot.” She pulls the fluffy blanket higher over her and I catch the confused way Jorge is shaking his head as he looks at her. He’ll get used to that. Being too hot and needing fluffy things are two different issues for an Omega in heat.
I check the bowl that Jorge brought in and notice it’s filled with chilled soft fruit. Perfect.
“Here.” I hold a strawberry in front of Vera’s mouth. “This should help.” It will at least get some liquids into her.
She opens her mouth and I pop the strawberry into her mouth. She closes her mouth around the fruit and lets out a deep moan as she cuddles deeper into the pillows, pure satisfaction on her face.
Then she opens her mouth again and I feed her another one. She does the same happy-cuddly movement in the blankets and I can’t keep my eyes off her. She’s so adorable, makes me want to spoil her even more.
“Can I have one too?” Mathew’s voice is sleepy as he looks at us.
“Sure. But don’t you want one from Jorge?” I look up at them, but then notice that the two are slowly rocking together.
Ah, I guess Jorge is filling another need he has.
Smiling, I take a strawberry from the bowl and hold it out to him. He catches not just the strawberry in his mouth, but my fingers too, sucking on them as he keeps my gaze.
Then he lets go of my fingers with a ‘pop’ and violently bites down on the strawberry, still not letting my gaze go.
Fuck! That guy…
I groan as my balls almost try to crawl inside my body. Nope. I definitely would not like that to happen to any parts of my body.
He smirks, sticking out his tongue, flashing his piercing at me. Then his mouth opens on a moan as Jorge slams into him harder.
“Naughty.” Vera tuts as she runs her fingers over Mathew’s chest, over the marks we’ve all left behind on his skin. “No threatening violence to body parts like that.” She leans closer, nipping at one of his nipples. “Especially not body parts we’re going to need.”
“Oh, do that again.” Jorge’s voice is hoarse. “He liked that. Wait.” He reaches up and wraps Mathew’s long hair around one of his hands, puling Mathew’s head back, exposing his throat. “Try again.”
Vera climbs up slightly and licks her lips before she scratches her teeth over Mathew’s throat.
Mathew’s pheromones spike and he lets out a deep moan, grabbing for Vera, holding her against him like she’s a lifeline in the swirl of sensations.
See, this is why having Jorge around is fun, he knows so many things about Mathew that we hadn’t found out yet, especially what turns him on.
“Do you want my mark here?” She leaves a small mark on Mathew’s throat and he closes his eyes on a moan.
Jorge grins. “He loves being marked. He’ll do anything to hide them from strangers, but he loves it.”
“Shut up.” Mathew grinds out through his teeth as he tries to jab Jorge with his elbow. “I don’t want to hear anything about marks from you. You have no shame, you actually show them off.”
“And you love that too.” Jorge looks so satisfied as Mathew is trying to stop himself from coming.
Vera turns around, pushing me on my back as she climbs on top of me. “I think marks are hot. Especially the ones I make.” She grins and nips at my chest, catching a small piece of skin between her teeth, making me buck up into her and hold her in place.
“And you love making them.” I kiss her hard, way too turned on again.
I’m not the only one as she grabs for my cock and takes it inside her slowly, softly letting out a moan.
Yeah, I suspect that things have gotten a bit sensitive after fucking all night.
“Are you okay?” I reach for her, slowly sliding my hands over her arms, over her tits and her waist, to her hips.
“Of course. You know that I can always take you. Always.” She grins, starting to roll her hips, teasing.
I flip us over so she’s under me and wrap my arms around her, holding her close. “You’re such a perfect little Omega. Just perfect.”
Then I start fucking her slowly but steady, making her moan out with each of my movements.
Next to us, Mathew’s moans start to sync with Vera’s, and the nest fills with heavy pheromones, making me slowly lose all thoughts.
All, apart from one.
I need to fuck her. I need to fuck my Omegas.
I need to fuck.