Chapter 32 #2
He chuckles. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?" he mutters under his breath, closing his eyes, and breathing deeply. His breath catches in his chest as he sighs. His eyes flick open and stare into mine. "I'm not bothered by it, Omega."
"Good." I turn around and look at Ralph over Seb's shoulder.
"Ralph…?" I can feel my confidence starting to waver.
He shrugs. "You claimed me already, remember? It would just be formalizing it."
I bite my lip. "But is that what you want? Is it too quick?"
He reaches around Seb and grabs my hand. "It can't be soon enough, sweetheart."
I hadn't realised that heats could be so much work. Maybe there's a reason those sticky, frustrating days in my linen cupboard, with nothing but my Battery Operated Boyfriend for company—or those heats with whoever I could scrounge up on Packr—felt so miserable.
I'm sitting on the kitchen bench while James peppers me with questions, making careful notes, while Seb gently rubs my shoulders.
Ralph's gone out to grab some things from my apartment, then on a nesting supplies and grocery run, while Zeke and Allen help turn the room with the big floor mattress into a proper nest.
I offered to get the stuff from my apartment, but apparently my perfume is getting a bit too strong for that to be safe. And there's been the start of a dull aching longing in my core for the last hour or so that I haven't mentioned to anyone yet.
We've been through nesting preferences, medical conditions, preferred snacks, issues in past heats, hard limits, aftercare, and now we're down to the final two pages on nest protocol. But I'm starting to struggle to concentrate.
"And do you want to set a limit now on how many of us you want in the nest at once?"
I close my eyes, thinking of all six of them surrounding me in the nest. Their hands on me. Filling me with—
Freesias bloom around us. I feel a low throb in my belly. The start of an ache. Seb lets out a soft groan.
"I'm just saying, there's a reason we made clients fill in the questionnaire beforehand," mutters Zeke, as he strides through the kitchen with his arms full of blankets.
I growl at the thought of someone else touching my alphas. It slips out before I can pull it back.
"Shhh, Balga. We're all yours. Nobody else's. Your pack's here," Seb murmurs, while Allen hisses harshly in Zeke's ear.
Zeke drops his head slightly, chastened.
"It's fine. Sorry, I don't know where that came from." My voice is a little too bright, but I can almost pretend like I meant it.
Zeke drops the blankets next to me on the bench, nudging James aside. He palms my cheek and turns my head towards him. "Never apologise for claiming your pack, Omega. We like it when you claim what's yours."
Seb and James both groan as my perfume wafts around us. The aching longing in my core is growing stronger. The bench under me feels sticky. Zeke smirks. Allen grumbles, quickly striding out of the room with the piles of blankets.
"Get some extra towels, Zeke. Leave 'em around the place in easy reach. And see if you can find something waterproof to put over the couch." Seb's pupils are blown, his voice darkening with desire. Allen looks at him, a quizzical look on his face, and makes a confused sound.
Seb blinks, and shrugs. "Loz kinda scares me."
I snort. "Sensible."
He grins and strokes my cheek. "Just wanna make sure we can give our Omega everything she needs."
I pinch my lips between my teeth, trying to stop myself getting lost in his liquid eyes as slick floods my underwear.
"Zeke, call Ralph and tell him to hurry the fuck up," James mutters, as he flicks madly through the pages of paperwork. Zeke's nostrils flare as he pushes himself away from the bench and strides towards the laundry. I hear the beep of his phone and quiet muttering.
I lean against Seb, closing my eyes and melting against him.
"Allen—hasn't our Omega done so well? Doesn't she deserve a little break?" Seb calls down the corridor.
I hear footsteps slowly approach. Tangy, fresh, herby lemon wafts around me.
"Anything important still to go?" Allen's rumble licks over my skin. I shiver against Seb.
"Nothing particularly crucial." James' voice is throaty.
I hear the click of a shoe against the tiles. Then a second. Then I'm wrapped in that fresh herbal tang, and a warm hand runs down the side of my cheek. Goosebumps bloom under his touch.
"Look at me, Omega." His voice grabs me by the spine. My eyes flick open. I feel myself falling into Allen's dark, blown pupils.
"Do you need your alphas to take the edge off?" Allen's voice makes my body burn with longing.
"Not just my alphas." Even though I'm barely whispering, my voice echoes in my ears.
I'm wrapped in an enormous hug, enraptured in petrichor and lemony herbs and basil.
"Isn't she such a good Omega? Telling us how much she wants her pack? Her beta?" I feel James' strong hands stroking my hair.
My lips part. The aching in my core is throbbing, growing stronger.
"The best. And she's ours. And she needs taking care of. Now."
Firm hands pull me backwards on the bench.
A solid knee nudges my thighs apart. Strong, deft hands pop open the button on my jeans.
A finger hooks the crotch of my underwear aside.
My eyes fall shut as a thumb sends little shooting zips of pleasure from my clit across every inch of my skin, and thick fingers slip inside me, filling the hungry void, settling the ache just a little.
I clench and groan and lean back into the warm embrace that smells like a storm has passed through.
The fingers and the thumb speed up, along with my heartbeat, until I'm dizzy with the pleasure that floods over my skin—then the lightest brush of warm lips over mine pulls at my brain.
I can't think—all I can do is give in. I shatter as pleasure and ache and the need for more, to be filled, swallows me whole.
I'm scooped up in arms that smell like zesty herbs and pure, ravenous lust. They're warm and strong. I close my eyes and lean against a muscled chest as I gently bounce along.