Andi
“Is there any way you can help us, Dr. Brennar?” I ask, my hands clasped in my lap.
All six of us have decided it was probably best for us to return home, because the last thing I want to do is bond my guys in a hospital waiting room, even if it’s private.
“I can certainly help you,” Dr. Brennar nods. “But... from the sounds of things, it seems like your medical history is something that the courts can call into question, correct?”
“Not entirely...” Dr. Brennar’s lips quirk up as she turns her gaze towards Beck. “From what you guys have described to me, it seems you all want to bond, correct? Which means you need to induce your heat as well, right, Beckham?”
“Yeah, that’s the plan,” he nods.
“Well, as you probably know, male omega heats are still being researched. I could write you a prescription for the medication to jump-start your heat, and if there just so happens to be an extra dose in that prescription... well, they haven’t come up with strict official dosages yet.
But it’s unlikely that your medical records would be subpoenaed, anyway. ”
“Wait, this is perfect!” Beck says, clasping my hand. He’s practically vibrating in his seat.
“I actually have the medication here with me, after what you mentioned on the call,” Dr. Brennar says, pulling out a bright orange bottle containing a liquid. “Beck,” She says pointedly, “here is your double dose of the heat-starting medication!”
“So—so I’m medically all in the clear for this, right?” I say, wiping my free, clammy hand on my leggings.
“Yes. One of my concerns with knotting was that it could have destabilized your hormones without a bite mark... and while your Omega Stress Syndrome hasn’t completely resolved, the risk of that will be practically nonexistent considering...
well, the fact that you’ll be receiving five bite marks pretty soon. ”
I don’t think I’ve seen Dr. Brennar this excited. It’s honestly easing some of the stress and anxiety I’ve been feeling over this. It’s reminding me that at the end of the day, bonding is a beautiful thing.
Especially after every single one of my guys dropped down to one knee—or both knees, in Beck’s case—and basically proclaimed their love for me.
“Thank you, Dr. Brennar,” I say, offering her a relieved smile.
“I’ll leave you guys to it. Good luck. Remember to have hydration and quick snacks handy, and have fun!”
And with those sex-ed-like parting words, she leaves us with the bright orange bottle sitting on the coffee table in front of us.
“Sooo...” Beck says, a glimmer flashing in his bright eyes. “Wanna measure out our doses in shot glasses so we can cheers and take them together?”
I throw my head back as I burst into laughter. It’s the first real laugh I’ve let out since I saw my dad lying on the driveway.
“Sure, let’s do it.”
Two shots of sweet cherry-flavored medicine later, and I’m giving all my guys a quick kiss before rushing upstairs to shower.
Time seems to stretch in a way that’s difficult to describe.
Every time my heart beats, I question whether my heat is starting yet.
The warmth of the shower doesn’t help, because I can’t tell whether that flush of heat I feel on my skin is because of that or the medication.
I dry myself off with a towel, my movements rushed and jerky. After yanking a comb through my damp hair a few times to try to get the tangles out, I’m ready.
I emerge into my bedroom, not bothering with clothes, and staring at the door to my nest.
When I’ve finally built up the courage to enter my nest, I grab hold of the doorknob and pull the door open.
There are a lot of things about my dad’s home that have been intentionally designed.
The room that now serves as my nest is another one of those things.
It has two entrances, one directly from my bedroom and one out into the main hall.
It has low ceilings, probably only a couple of inches taller than Eli standing straight.
Around the border of the room is a ring of soft carpet around steps that dip down into an area where the entire floor is covered by a bunch of modular, soft cushions.
From my understanding, the covers of the cushions are removable and washable. But worrying about cleanup is future Andi’s concern.
And to be honest, I’m pretty sure all of my guys will agree that it won’t be my job to handle any of that.
I expect to see everyone already inside, but the only person I see is Beck.
He pops his head out of a mound of various pillows and blankets, offering me a sheepish smile.
“Hey... I’ve been trying to organize our nest and it’s... not going so hot. Any tips?”
Not going so hot is a bit of an understatement, but I think the attempt is endearing.
“You’ve gotta organize the smaller pillows on the bottom,” I giggle, making my way over to him.
I feel my skin flush hot at the feel of his gaze on my tits as they bounce a little with each step. Is the medication working? Or do I just like the way Beck looks at me?
Probably a combination of both.
When I make my way to the center of the pile, Beck tugs down his boxers and tosses them away.
“There, now we’re even,” he murmurs.
It’s my turn to take in the sight of him naked. There’s a bar of light running along the base of the walls, casting the room into a dim glow that makes the space feel incredibly cozy.
“Even is one way of putting it,” I laugh. “Naked is another. Where are the others?”
“Some of them are making sure we’re all stocked up.
Eli pointed out something about how our heats could run long because of the mix of our hormones in the air.
Two omegas having their heat together isn’t something there’s been much research on.
But you don’t need to worry about that.” He leans forward and lightly taps my nose.
“Did you just boop my nose?” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Yeah, and what’re you gonna do about it?”
I’m half tempted to tackle him into the abomination of a nest behind him, but we have work to do.
I turn away from him and start arranging the pillows into a wide horseshoe before fluffing up some of the comforters in the center.
“What, now you’re going to ignore meee,” he sing-songs.
“Yes,” I say, biting back a grin.
“And after I put in all that effort to make sure we were alone.” He drapes himself over my back, his erection pressing between the cheeks of my ass.
The intimate touch ignites a spark in my chest that slowly works its way down until it’s settled low in my belly.
“Fuck—” I gasp, my eyes fluttering shut and my hands fisting in the comforters.
“Fuck is right,” Beck groans, resting his forehead against the crook of my neck. “I think— those medications are working.”
“You think?” I press my hips back against him. His cock is slick with his dripping precum.
Now that I think of it, my thighs are also slick.
“No, you’re right. I know,” Beck gasps, his hands falling to my waist and urging me to face him.
I do, turning on my knees until we’re chest to chest.
“You want to get started without them?”
I gasp when he leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling against the sensitive bud.
“You snooze, you lose,” Beck chuckles against my skin. His hands drift down to my thighs, tugging until I’m straddling him.
His cock presses up against me and I let out another moan.
My skin is starting to feel too small and too tight to fit my body.
“You starting to feel hot, too?” I whimper when he drags his cock up and down my slit.
“Yeah,” Beck rasps. “Yeah, I am. That means I can bite you now, right?”
“You want to do it now?”
“Fuck yeah, I want to be the first. I was the one who fell in love with you first, after all.”
“Seriously? That’s—” My words die somewhere between my throat and my tongue. The only thing that leaves my lips is another deep, guttural moan as he thrusts inside of me.
“Oh fuck... And yes, seriously. I fell in love with you when I first laid eyes on you.”
“That’s stupid—I was—was all covered in blood,” I pant between thrusts.
Chest to chest like this, I feel like a live wire, lit by every single inch of our joined flesh..
“That’s all—semantics,” Beck pants out, dipping his face to the crook of my neck.
“W—wait, if you’re going to bite me, that means I get to bite you too.”
“Please—” He twitches up inside me at my words.
I dip my head to the crook of his neck, licking a stripe of his sweet skin that carries the lingering taste of caramel. I can’t tell whether it’s because his actual skin tastes like that or because his perfume is so intense it tricks my mind into thinking that’s what he tastes like. Does it matter?
No, absolutely not. Because the end result is the same.
Before either of us have a chance to sink our teeth into each other, the door creaks open.
“You got started without us,” Eli growls.
I blink up at him and the others trailing in behind him.
My heat has definitely started, because my vision is starting to blur around the edges, giving everything a hazy, dream-like quality.
“And?” Beck huffs, continuing to thrust into me with slow, grinding strokes.
“That’s naughty,” Eli growls, ripping off his t-shirt.
“You snooze, you lose,” Beck says, echoing his earlier statement, except Eli doesn’t seem to find it as amusing.
He strips off the rest of his clothes, throwing them aside before slotting himself directly behind Beck.
When Eli’s hand cracks against Beck’s ass, making him jolt forward into me, Beck’s eyes go wide.
“Shit, I’m in for it now,” he chuckles.
“Yeah, you are,” Eli growls, dragging his cock up and down the cleft of Beck’s ass. He smacks his cock against the flesh there and the sound is dirty, obscene, and wet it makes me imagine the slick that must be dripping out of Beck too. “At least you’re self aware.”
“Maybe this was all a part of my master plan—” Beck’s voice drops into a guttural moan when Eli seats his length in one brutal movement.
The thrust has a ripple effect of pushing Beck further into me. I tip my head, my hair cascading down my back and my eyes meet Cameron’s first.