8. Magnus
Chapter eight
Magnus
I ’ve just finished blowing up Opal’s new inflatable chair, and to say I am breathless after the whole ordeal would be an understatement.
But I couldn’t stop because she was watching.
Hot damn. The woman is everything I've ever dreamed about in the opposite sex.
Wide hips, small waist, ample butt.
Even now it entices me as she helps Zayden level a shelf on the wall.
That female Omega’s ass will be the end of me.
It seems she wore that tight lemon dress just to tease me, and now I spy her toned, peach-shaped ass through the pale-yellow material.
Fuck… Now I'm sweating for an entirely different reason now as I seal the cap on the inflatable chair, rising to my feet.
“Chair is finished.”
Both Zayden and Opal turn my way, and a smile curves her full red lips when she spots the hot pink chair.
I want to lick and bite those sweet lips.
She points toward the chair. “May I try it out?”
I step away, folding my arms as I lean against the wall. “It’s yours, after all, Opal.”
Now, I take her place holding up the shelf as she tries out the chair.
She lowers onto the seat, almost sinking to the floor as it nearly deflates, but her laugh says it all.
She likes it.
My very life force went into that chair.
We have a pump, sure, but I wanted her to see how strong my lungs were.
I'm like the wolf who blew the house down of the three little pigs.
Besides, it wasn’t a large chair.
Not exactly a match for my lungs.
“I love it! But I think I’m going to need help getting up. I'm stuck.”
Zayden steps away from the shelf, and now I hold the whole thing up, watching as he helps Opal to her heeled feet, and I wonder if her toes are comfortable in those shoes all day.
Well, I’ll be happy to give her a foot massage.
Now I take the hammer and nail from Zayden, taking over the job since DIY is my thing in the pack, and soon Opal has three shelves.
Three shelves to fill with her new things.
The first thing she puts down is the panda flowerpot, and now the ceramic bear smiles at us all.
Zayden grins, grabbing her portrait of the lion dressed as an admiral. Its frame is neon green, and an antique French style.
“Where do you want Admiral Leo to go?”
Is that what we’re calling it?
Opal gazes around the four walls of the nest—a nest I built with my blood, sweat, and tears—and warmth fills me as she finds her spot.
“Just over the bed.”
Zayden smirks. “So we have an audience?”
Opal licks her lips, and a purr rumbles deep in my chest when I spy her little pink tongue.
I want to suck on that tongue.
“I… never thought of that,” she whispers.
“Of course, I was joking,” Zayden chuckles, and I can see he is regretting his choices.
He shouldn't.
If Reed is right, then Opal is approaching her first heat, and we'll have to be prepared.
Opal is going to need us.
Hopefully, Reed will be willing to join us by the time her heat comes around as she's going to need all the help she can get, but I have my doubts.
He's still sulking in the attic above, and I hear him moving around up there now and then.
That Alpha really needs to get out more, but I don’t envy his acute sense of smell one bit.
I couldn’t imagine what that must be like day-to-day.
My sense of smell only heightens when I'm in a rut.
“Well, let’s do your bed up,” Zayden changes the subject quickly, and we help her arrange her pillows in the way she likes best.
She never picked anything lemon, and it seems she’s quite happy to abolish that color altogether.
Zayden was the same with his mint green polo shirts.
When we’re done, she slips her heels off and then tries out the bed.
“Well, any good?” I ask
She smiles up from the bed. “I love it. Everything I ever dreamed of.”
A grin curves my mouth, but I can’t help but notice a hint of melancholy in her tone.
Is she happy here? I know it's early days, but I just want to make sure she feels at home here, and not have her feel like an outsider.
She’s as much as our Omega as Zayden is.
Opal glances up at the two of us as we wait with bated breath.
It’s such an intense moment, and I recall these days with Zayden.
After all, we’re a perfect match. The algorithms put us together for a reason.
“Come and join me.”
Zayden and I meet each other’s eyes, and to my surprise, he gives me permission to go first.
“After you, Magnus.”
I suppose that’s all I need—Zayden’s blessing.
So, I step over the sunken bed, taking my place on Opal’s right as I make myself comfortable.
Zayden takes her left, and now the three of us just lay there in silence, gazing up at Admiral Leo.
“Anyone else feel judged?” I announce.
Opal and Zayden snort. Opal whacks me playfully, and my skin tingles when her fingers brush my arm.
This is nice and yet I feel the urge the catalogue this memory for future reference.
Just a feeling.
Times are about to get hard.
Opal winces, reaching down to rub at a blister on her heel, and that’s my cue.
“Let me.”
Now I sit up and place her petite foot on my lap as I massage her manicured little piggies with my thumb and fingers.
Opal sighs in pure bliss, closing her eyes, and I can’t take my eyes off her.
Neither can Zayden as he takes her other foot, and now we both tend to her sweet little feet.
Her feet are toes really are small, just like she is.
Now I gaze at her pert nose, high cheekbones, and full red lips, and my Alpha purrs for her as he lulls her into a deep sleep.
Opal is out in seconds, and Zayden and I look at each other.
I drag the comforter over her body as I get close. Zayden does the same on her left as we just watch her chest rise and fall.
It's a moment I will cherish for a long time.