Chapter 11 #2
When she’s out of view, his face goes stony and he backs me against the car. “You better hope that thing survives every tour for the next ten years, Bee. It will break her heart if you’re wrong and traveling kills it.”
I swallow thickly. Fuck, he’s so hot when he gets all growly like this. Even when his anger is directed at me.
“You gonna punish me, Alpha?”
He taps my hip to get me moving. “No. Watching her break will be worse than any punishment I could come up with.”
He isn’t wrong about that.
Skye is sitting on the floor upstairs when we find her; Mochi in her lap “I thought we could build her cage out here. Set it up like the zoomie area at the sanctuary. Make it a rectangle against this wall.” She points to the end of the hall where there is a small alcove between our bedroom doors.
Based on the shelves and empty poster frames, I imagine Quentin had planned to show off her awards here, but I like the idea of it being a guinea pig home instead.
We don’t need constant reminders of our success when we are blessed to experience them every day.
Emmett wanders out of his bedroom, a pair of thin-framed glasses on his face as he reads from a worn book. He glances up when he hears us unpacking the plastic holding the cage pieces together.
“Hey.” His brows shoot up at the overflow of pet supplies in Onyx’s and my hands. “What’s that?”
Skye points to her lap, where Mochi’s head is peeking out of her hoodie pocket. “Meet my new sidekick.” Her grin is infectious; the sight of it makes his lips twitch in response. “Our first pack baby.”
“First?”
“Well, the woman at the sanctuary did say they love having other guinea pigs to play with,” she chatters, biting back a laugh when Onyx groans. “Don’t worry, Alpha. She’s not ready to share my attention yet.”
Moving down the hall, I set the cage pieces by my bedroom door and get to work. It’s fairly simple to put together, which is good because none of us are talented at building things.
Emmett jumps in, pointing out the differences in the pieces that I hadn’t noticed and saving me from having to tear it all apart.
Twenty minutes and a few choice swear words later, and it’s ready to be decorated. “Okay, dandelion, you’re up. I’ll hand you pieces and you put them where Mochi wants them. Em, can you fill the water bottle for us?”
I pass the box to him, and start unpacking the rest. Onyx leans against the wall behind me, silently watching as our mate whispers to her new pet and places her toys.
When Skye finally places Mochi inside, the tiny critter sets off for the hay holder, ready to eat and explore her new home.
My mate’s stomach rumbles, her cheeks heating as she turns. “Mochi has the right idea.”
At the top of the stairs, she pauses, one hand on my chest. “Thank you, Bellamy. For making my day better, and for being a brat with me.”
Pushing onto her toes, her lips press to mine. I groan, wrapping myself around her as I deepen it, licking into her mouth. “I’ll go brat mode anytime you want. All day, every day.”
Her laughter lights up the house, tinkling through the air. Fates, I’m in love. Have been, and always will be.
Freshly showered, I towel off my hair and head into my bedroom. At the door, I hear Skye checking on Mochi. Those two are so cute it’s unbelievable. The others might consider my decision to adopt her rash and reckless, but the joy in my Omega’s voice tells me it was the right call.
Without roots to ground her, having something to care for can stabilize her. I think. I’m not a doctor or a scientist, so I’m just spitting shit out of my mouth and hoping Fate guides me in the right direction.
Throwing on a pair of banana-yellow boxer-briefs, I catch Skye as she stands from a crouch and whispers goodnight to her new pet.
“Did you already shower? I can start one if you haven’t.”
“Emmett ran me a bath, but thank you for offering.” She holds her hand out, and I slip mine into it.
Hmm. She’s warm. Much warmer than usual. I crowd her against the door, reaching around her to open it before pressing my lips to her temple.
Her skin burns against mine. The house isn’t warm enough to justify how hot she feels, and I know Em would never let her scald herself in the bath. Is she…
“Bee,” she whimpers, arching against me as perfume billows between us.
Oh, yeah, she’s in heat.
Well, not a true heat, because that isn’t due until closer to Christmas, but a mini-heat.
According to Quentin, she’s had them off and on since her mid-twenties.
Sometimes they occur closer together; other times she’ll go months without one.
The thought flickers through my mind that this might be another side effect of the bond sickness, but I’m distracted when she reaches out and cups my dick.
“Where’s your phone?” I grit out, capturing her wrist as she pumps my length once. I’m rock hard and so turned on it is making me dizzy as blood rushes to my cock.
Rocking her world is my full-time job, but I don’t have the right part to make the heat pass fully. She needs a knot.
During a full heat, I use inflatable knots to tide her over while our pack sleeps, eats, or showers. But I don’t know if we have one here, and even if we do, I have no clue where to look for it.
So I need a helping cock. Two, if we’re lucky.
“What?” She grinds against my leg, shimmering jade eyes glazed and her bottom lip jutting out.
This hit quick. I might have to get her off before I can track her phone down. Or… Focusing, I send small, rapid bursts of panic down my bond to Onyx and Sterling. Hopefully, they’ll understand my SOS.
“Jump.”
Skye leaps into my arms and I carry her to the nest. It’s beautiful here. Sitting right above Onyx and Sterling’s room, windows run the length of the outer walls, extending up to cover part of the ceiling, like another conservatory.
Right inside the entrance, an artsy fake tree crawls up the wall and across the ceiling, its branches hanging to hold streams of peach, orange, and cream fabric. They canopy the nest, dangling with the twinkling lights and brightening the space.
Hitting the button to close the shutters, I carry Skye to the large, round bed recessed into the floor. Cushions and blankets cover it, along with several articles of clothing that belong to me and my pack mates, creating the perfect blend of our scents.
One my Omega loves because she dives from my arms to bury her face in the mattress.
Her sleep shirt smacks me in the face, followed by a thin pair of drenched underwear. Moonflower and dark musk flood my senses, floral with the perfect blend of spicy.
“Dirty girl, you want me to lick your slick from your panties? Or would you rather I bury my face in your pussy and take it directly from the source?”
Footsteps pound down the hallway. Someone heard my distress call and is coming to join us, but I can’t focus on them when Skye parts her legs, showing me her slick-coated thighs.
Rational thought flees my mind and I leap, arms wrapping around her legs as my tongue laps at her folds. “Yes.” she moans, head falling back. Her fingers slide into the wet strands of my hair and grip them tight, holding me against her.
As if there’s anywhere else I’d rather be. Her pussy is my grave, and I’ll spend the rest of eternity buried here.