Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
ANGEL
“ D o you think we should check on her?” I ask, pacing the room. I feel antsy for some reason. Probably just the hunger. I hope the chef is quick. I mean steak should be medium rare at best. Doesn’t take long to cook.
“No, I think we should leave her alone and talk about why Beck is growling for no reason. Or how he’s been acting strange all damn night,” Tate grumbles, crossing his arms and moving further from the one he loves.
Beck sighs, places his tablet on the cushion beside him, then removes his glasses and starts to fuss with his hair. He’s on edge, and he’s giving us all the signals that he might be on the verge of a panic attack.
He hasn’t had one in a long time. This isn’t good. Moving closer, I crouch in front of him and wait for him to take some deep breaths. His blue eyes are wild, and his dirty-blond hair is now a tangled mess.
Tate is grumbling, ignoring how much Beck needs him right now. “Hey, B, look at me. What’s going on in that brilliant head of yours?” I ask him gently, and he bites his bottom lip.
“I think Belle might be my scent match… and if that means she’s mine, then she’s probably yours too.”
Well knock me over with a feather and smack my ass. “What?” I shout, then look behind me at the still closed door. Could she be ours? No, that’s crazy.
“I was going to tell you when we were all alone, but then the picnic happened, and the creepy guy…”
“That’s why you’ve been acting sad? Baby,” Tate groans, sliding closer and pulling him into his arms. I move back to give them a moment.
Beckett has trauma. Not only from his parents, but the world. He’s never seen himself as good enough and always second guesses if a person is genuine. I mean I get it. Ever since creating The Knotty Trip, I have had to be careful who to trust.
We were an overnight sensation, and the last five years have been full of madness, tears, and absolute joy. I love our fans and touring, but it gets lonely. I know Tate said he doesn’t want an omega, but if Belle is ours… I am not letting her go.
Walking toward her room, I stop at the door. Taking a few breaths, I lift my hand and knock.
“Come in.”
As I open the door, Belle is rubbing her eyes. There is a small light on the nightstand table next to the bed, giving off a dim glow.
Her hair is a tangled mess of blonde and silver, and she looks like she's been freshly fucked.
I know that she hasn't, but it doesn't stop my cock from thickening, and my knot from throbbing.
“Hey,” I grunt, moving a little closer to her. She gives me a smile and pulls the blanket against her chest.
“Hi. Is the food here?”
I shake my head and wave toward the other side of the bed. “Mind if I sit?”
“Umm, sure,” she says hesitantly, and I feel bad. I don't want to make her uncomfortable.
I climb up next to her, leaving enough space between us.
She lifts the blanket, offering it to me and I smirk. This isn’t the first time someone has tried to get me into bed with them, but this is new. I don’t usually snuggle. But with her I want to.
Once we are covered, she lays back down onto the pillow and turns to face me. Her kissable lips are right there, and I am fighting my instincts to roll her on to her back and kiss her until we are both breathless.
The wind rages outside, and Belle shifts a little closer to me, sighing as my body heat warms her.
“You're like a furnace,” she mumbles, her eyelids growing heavy.
“Should I leave?” I ask, and she shakes her head. Lifting my arms, she lies across my chest with a groan.
“I wish I could smell you. I bet it's amazing. Like a delicious pie or something woodsy.”
I laugh, my chest gently moving her head. “I've been told it's like Christmas in a cabin,” I say, and she sighs.
“Sounds perfect.”
Her breaths even out, and I hold her close while she rests, picturing a future with her in it.
Coming to our shows, riding on the tour bus… us bonding, having kids…
Fuck these scent blockers. I wish there was a way to turn them off. We've been taking them for years as we perform around thousands.
Their scents became overwhelming. Every two weeks we take a tiny pill and we are good.
But now… I’d give anything to see if she’s really my match.
I must have dozed off. Beck shaking my arm wakes me, and I want to punch him. Belle mumbles something in her sleep, and I don’t want to move. I want to stay here in this bed with her forever.
“Food’s here. They had some oven issues that’s why it took so long. They also included a ton of side dishes and dessert.” My stomach clenches, then growls at the thought of food.
That olive pizza went to waste, but I don’t care. I have hated olives ever since my sister, Poppie, placed them on her fingers and chased me through the yard, during a picnic when I was three.
I’ve been traumatized ever since.
“Hey, Belle,” I whisper and gently squeeze her tighter to me. She groans. “The food’s here. Let’s eat, and then we can go right back to bed okay?”
“Can’t I just stay here and eat you,” she mumbles, and my eyes widen. Well damn, isn’t she a forward little omega.
“I’d love nothing more, Vixen, but some actual food first.”
“Ugh. Fine. You may carry me to the living room and feed me,” she sasses, and Beck laughs.
Surprising me and her, he bends down, swoops her up in a child’s cradle and carries her out the door. I’m instantly cold with her gone, so I toss the blanket aside and chase after them.
Tate’s watching them as Beck puts her on the couch, then makes her a plate, and hands it to her.
He seems to be contemplating something, and I have to wonder if he’s starting to like having her around as well. An omega was never in our cards, but I have to admit she fits beside us, seamlessly.
I plop down next to her and grab a plate. There is so much food, but I go for the steak, grilled asparagus, potatoes, and focaccia bread.
Beck sits on the other side of Belle, and Tate takes the chair. We dig in immediately, the only noises around us moans and grunts of how good this food is.
When my plate is almost licked clean, I lean back and groan. “Okay, it was worth the wait,” I sigh, and Belle giggles.
“I agree. I have never had a piece of meat slice like butter before. Thank you for including me. I still think I should chip in though. This suite couldn’t have been cheap.”
Tate groans, placing his plate on the coffee table.
“Belle, we have talked about this. We aren’t paying a dime for this. It’s complimentary, so please enjoy it.”
Belle opens her mouth to argue, and the room goes dark. A piercing scream leaves her lips, and she practically jumps onto my lap.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Beck shouts.
“Hey, you okay?” I ask, and she whimpers. “It’s the storm, look outside.” Even the airport which has been all lit up outside is dark. The snow is falling harder.
Someone knocks on the door, and I stand, placing Belle beside me on the couch to answer it. Belle whimpers, grabbing my hand, holding tight and my heart breaks.
It seems Beck isn't the only one afraid of the dark. Even now we have to leave a light on for him. His mother once left him alone for a weekend. When she returned he had somehow locked himself in the basement. He was only seven. Something like that stays with a kid, and I would never judge or make fun of him for it.
I wonder why Belle is scared, but I’m not going to ask her.
“It's okay, Vixen, I will be right back,” I coo, and squeeze her hand. It takes a few seconds before she releases me.
“Shh, Belle, it's okay,” Tate mumbles, making the shushing noise, and taking my place.
I stumble through the room until I reach the exit. Searching for the knob, I find it then open the door.
A light blinds me. “Sorry to bother you, Sir, but we are just checking on all our guests. Are you all okay in there? If you'd like, we can start the fireplace for you. It gets cold quickly without the heat, and I'm not sure how long this storm is going to last.”
Nodding, I step out of the way and let him enter. He moves gracefully unlike my foal-like appearance not a moment ago, over to the fireplace.
I watch as he grabs a starter stick and gets the wood behind the metal grate lit. I can hear when Belle sighs as the room begins to brighten from the flames.
The man returns to me, stepping back out into the hallway. “If you need anything else, just let me know. The phones are down, but we have a bell at each end of the hall. Ring that and someone will be with you shortly.”
“Thank you. Actually, can you bring us a few more bedding quilts and pillows?”
“We have an omega kit in the closets for moments a heat may arise during guests stay, but yes, I will be sure someone brings you more.”
Turning, he walks down the hall, his light shining his way, cutting through the darkness.
After shutting the door, I walk back over to Belle and offer her my hand. “Come with me,” I say and she nods, standing from the couch and taking my hand.
I lead her to the closets, showing her the extra items. It’s darker over here, but pulling out my phone, I use the flashlight.
“Oh wow,” she says, taking in all the things.
“Grab some of the blankets, pillows, and candles. I'll be right over there,” I mutter, pointing toward the other guys.
I leave my phone on a shelf inside the closet, so she has plenty of light, then make my way to my cousin and best friend.
“Hey, I have an idea. Let's move the couch over by the kitchenette and grab both mattresses. We can sleep out here by the fire. It's already cooling down.”
My toes feel the chill as I get closer to the huge window. Grabbing the curtains, I pull them shut.
The dawn light was starting to peek through the storm, but we still haven't even slept. I think maybe we should stay here today, rest, then head out to LA tomorrow.
Tate and Beck move toward the rooms, and I stand on one side of the loveseat and push it closer to the fridge.
There isn't anything inside of it, so we don't need access, and this will give us more room to move around.
Someone groans in the bedroom, and I laugh. “Angel, a little help,” Tate grunts, pushing a huge queen mattress through one of the doors.
I rush over to assist and soon we have the living room set up. Beck gets the door and brings in all the extra bedding and pillows.
He also has some hot cocoa mix and a can of whipped cream. He shrugs when I nod toward it.
“Bellboy said the stove is gas and we can heat up water. There is a kettle under the sink.”
Tate starts to make the bed, and I look around for Belle. “She's in the bathroom. She placed the stuff on the couch,” Tate mumbles, fighting with the corner of one of the sheets.
Beck laughs, then drops onto his knees to help him. The bathroom door opens, and Belle gasps.
“You guys made a nest,” she squeals before running over and dive bombing the array of pillows Tate just made perfect.
“Oh, this is heaven,” she purrs, closing her eyes, sighing and yep… my cock is hard. “All that’s missing are some hot alphas to enjoy it with me,” she says, licking her lips. The way her eyes are glowing in the firelight is drawing me in like a moth to a flame.
My feet move quicker than my brain, I fall beside her and pull her into my arms before finally kissing her the way I have been craving.
She tastes amazing. Whimpering, she pulls back and runs her hands through my hair. Tate mumbles something to Beck, and I look over at them. Beck looks like he’s in pain and his cock is tenting his pants.
“She smells… fuck… I need some air.” Rushing to the bathroom, Tate follows him. Belle watches them go and sighs.
“He doesn’t like me much. I know I can be a lot at times, but I promise I’m nice. I was raised in a shitty family, but their evil didn’t stain me.”
Raising my arm, I place my hand below her chin and bring her lips back to mine. I don’t know why Beck hasn’t told her that she’s his match, but for right now I am going to show this omega just how much she’s wanted.
Tangling my tongue with hers, I groan as her slick pools between us and soaks my pants. “I am never washing my jeans,” I mumble against her lips, speaking my thoughts out loud.
Pulling away from me, she laughs, then sits up more, straddling my lap completely. Grinding against my cock, she has me seeing stars, and my knot aches to be inside of her.
She’s made for me, but I don’t want to rush her. This isn’t some crazed heat fuck. This is just us, trying to stay warm during a snowstorm. Two strangers… well I mean we have known each other for a few hours now.
I wouldn’t call this a one night stand either. Belle means something to us, but time will only tell if she wants to be friends or more.