Chapter 13
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
ABEL
It’s been about a week since August’s first signs that a heat finally coming on. And this one is not going to be rushed or half-assed like his last one. We had just finished the exterior remodel when his second heat with us began, and we were not prepared in the slightest.
The doctors said it was so close to his first one because he was a late-blooming omega and not to be alarmed, as they see it often in them. Not that late-blooming omegas are super common, but the doctor reassured us nonetheless.
His first heat was a little longer than most, but the second and third ones we experienced with him were nowhere near long enough.
Maybe a full day… We hadn’t even had time to fully redecorate his nest for him at the house because all our attention was on Heat Wave and getting that project off the ground.
And as the pack leader, it makes me sick to my stomach that I wasn’t able to give him what he needed to have a successful heat.
Kev has taken over slowly but surely in getting August’s nest to where he wants it.
August only needs to add small things like our worn shirts, socks, and I hate to say it, but our worn boxers too.
I see him take them sometimes and stash them in the nest, but I hold my tongue, never saying anything.
I want him comfortable and ready for this heat.
And that heat is coming; I can feel it in my bones.
It’s going to be everything the last one should’ve been—all the things we loved about the first one without being scared of losing him afterwards.
I make my way to August’s completed office—the first space I completed for him in this building so he had somewhere to decompress if he needed to.
I flop down in one of his bright teal plush chairs, and my feet find their way onto his desk while he clacks away on the keyboard.
I listen to my employees working away in all the other rooms, hammering and sanding, trying to get Heat Wave completed in less than a month, which is all we have left before the grand opening.
After a few moments of silence, I place my feet back on the ground and lean my elbows on my knees.
“I’ve brought in double the number of decorators so we can get everything knocked out and completed.
I want Heat Wave opened before your next heat.
” I need August to know there’s no need to stress about the project not being done in time.
“And your next heat can’t come until you’re not stressing your body to the max,” Kev begrudgingly adds from the chair beside mine.
We ended up buying the building we found him in front of almost a year ago—at his request—to build Heat Wave in. He wanted this building specifically because it gave him his power back, and it would only empower even more omegas to do the same in the future.
And who were we to argue with that?
August stops typing on his computer and groans in pain, doubling over behind his desk.
I look over at Kev, my brows rising up to my hairline, silently questioning what the hell is going on.
Like August’s body knows we’re here to help him through these pre-heat cramps, he turns to us, begging for help with his beautiful eyes.
Kev is up, moving to August’s side, petting his hair and whispering depraved shit to our omega. I would say he’s whispering sweet nothings, but fuck knows that’s not Kev’s go-to when he could easily be degrading instead.
And August eats it up.
Kev practically Alpha barks out of nowhere, “Your next heat, I’m breeding that cunt.”
I let out a nervous chuckle. “Whoa there, caveman, where the hell did that come from?”
But when my eyes find August’s—his pupils are blown—looking up at Kev from his office chair like he’s hung the moon.
“Please, Alpha, please breed my hole,” August begs, and it takes all my willpower not to knot his mouth on the spot.
Okay, hole breeding it is.
Kev has him up out of his chair in the blink of an eye, swiping anything that’s in his way off his desk, before plastering his upper body in place on it.
The sea salt and coconut from Kev mesh with August’s caramel and sandalwood, making a concoction so heavy it could have me spilling every secret I have to savor their scents for just a second longer.
I watch from my chair with rapt attention as Kev slowly drags August’s pants down his thighs, freeing his slick-covered hole. August arches his back even more once he feels the air hit him, presenting his hole for his Alpha’s taking, and I bite my lip trying to hold my shit together.
“Presenting your whore of a hole for your Alpha,” Kev growls, while spreading August’s cheeks apart and spitting on it.
The moan that leaves August is nothing but a needy cry—a beg to be filled—and it has me pulling my cock out of my pants so I can fist it.