Chapter 20 #2
“I have this incredible urge to smack you,” Isolde growls. “I haven’t stabbed you yet because the area around Leila is a non-stabbing zone.”
“Good to know,” he smirks. “Now, talk to us. If you’re going to insist that Lucas, and I by parasitic nature, leave town then we need more information.”
“You’re an ass,” Lucas mutters. “Unfortunately, I do agree with him on this one thing, darlin’.”
Isolde makes a face before she nods.
“I’m afraid of not knowing who I am, and not remembering my heat to begin with,” she says. “I’ve never had sex outside of it being forced, so I have no idea if it’s supposed to hurt or not. Yes, I’ve used toys, but an alpha knot is much better than a toy.”
“This is true, but collectively, our plan would be to give you as many orgasms as possible so that your attention is on that instead,” Grant says, his gaze solely on Isolde.
My heart is pounding because I’ve been piecing things together of Isolde’s past from things that she’s said in passing, but hearing her say it is still difficult.
Isolde takes a deep breath, and I wait for her to decide on her next words.
Isolde
Shit. Why is this so difficult?
“I’ve never had an orgasm with another person that wasn’t under medication,” I whisper. “Fuck, I’m a freak.”
“You are no such thing,” Oliver says, kissing my temple. Leila continues sleeping against Alesso’s chest, and I swear that nothing like this will ever happen to her.
I’ll raze and scorch the earth to ensure that she’s able to live her life without fear.
“I don’t even know if I can come with someone else,” I groan. I can feel my cheeks flaming and my body is getting warmer the more I talk about sex.
Fuck, even my breasts are tender. I really don’t know what to do with this one foot into the door of my heat era. Shit or get off the pot, Isolde.
And yet…
Squirming against Oliver and all of his hard muscles, I make a face.
“Everything is turning me on right now. The way you all look, how good you smell, and the fact that I want to climb Oliver like a tree. However, this is new territory, and I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I don’t know how to ask for what I want either,” I say.
“And,” I add, interrupting Lucas as he opens his mouth.
“On top of being really fucking horny, the concern that I’m a terrible omega.
I’ve never built a real nest before, and everything is moving so quickly.
I’ve watched Lucas suck your cock, Oliver, and I’ve kissed some of you, but everything else… ”
“No one expects you to jump our bones,” Grant growls.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this because I’ve never had a real relationship in my life, but it’s supposed to happen naturally.
Sure, your heat may speed more of that up.
However, if you say you don’t want something in the middle of your heat, then your word is law, Isolde. ”
“Absolutely,” Alesso rumbles. “You’re still you during your heat. Even if all you want is a knot, you still have words. If the words don’t come, smack us around.”
“I never had any options or words,” I confess. “I was shackled to wood slabs with a mouth gag to hold my mouth open, and then there was only pain. I have flashes of memory after that, but I don’t like to remember.”
Tears slip from my eyes as I heave in a breath, and the alphas surrounding the island are quiet for a moment.
It almost feels like a moment of silence for my innocence.
I don’t mean to be dramatic, but I spend so much time focusing on keeping things moving and trying to forget, that vocalizing what I need is surreal.
“None of that will ever happen with us,” Grant rasps, looking stricken. He usually has such a gruff exterior. I think that’s why he’s the easiest to hold at arm’s length for me.
Fuck, if he begins to show that he has a heart, I’m a goner. Every day, they all manage to chip away at more of my walls, wiggling until they’re past my barriers. Grant is the one I’ve tried to keep firmly out.
“A part of me knows that, but the less rational part thinks about alphas in ruts,” I explain.
“There are four of us, and we won’t hesitate to check each other,” Alesso says, shifting to stand.
He is the only one who was still sitting until now.
His hand remains on Leila’s back as he does, even though she’s completely secure.
“An alpha in a rut can be dangerous, but that doesn’t mean they always are. ”
“Agreed,” Lucas says. “We’ll need someone to make sure that you eat, drink, and even pee, Isolde.
One of us will also need to remain with Leila to ensure she’s well taken care of in the midst of everything.
Baby, I swear your heat will be about nothing but making sure you and our family are taken care of. ”
“Yeah?” I ask, wrapping my arms tighter around Oliver’s forearms as he holds me tighter. I don’t feel trapped, I feel cared for and supported instead. I also think I’m closer to believing their words as well.
I need shit spelled out for me.
“Yes,” Oliver says against the shell of my ear. My body writhes as the vibration of his words travels straight to my clit, and then he’s capturing my lips for a kiss.
Moaning, I grab his hair with my hand, feeling a rolling wave of heat over my body. And then…I groan as a cramp hits my belly.
“Oh no,” I gasp.
“You’re okay,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I’m cramping,” I whimper. “I was hoping I’d have more time.”
“When you have an obscene amount of money, there’s time,” Lucas grunts.
“I’ll get the tape measure, Kitten, and call in the order for a giant bed,” Oliver says.
“I know what she likes. I’ll pull up the website for the nest store and have them rush the order. I bet this wouldn’t be the first time,” Grant says, pushing away from the island.
“Grant?” I ask, turning back toward him.
“Yeah, Little Nightmare?” he replies, his gaze worried.
He’s worried about me.
“Thank you for paying attention,” I say.
“You’re welcome. When it comes to you, I see everything. I just don’t always know what it means or what to do with it,” he says cryptically. “Lucas is going to take care of you, okay?”
My lips part to ask him what he means by that, but he turns away toward Lucas.
“I’m cancelling your meetings for the next few days,” he said. “No one will dare to have any emergencies.”
I’m unsure what that means, but Grant leaves and Oliver’s lips kiss my neck.
“Duty calls, Kitten. I don’t care if there’s only furniture in your nest, you’re going to have your heat there. It’s still early I think,” he says.
“You can tell?” I ask, twisting to face him.
“If you were in full heat, you’d be climbing me like a tree. Alesso, give me your pants for our omega’s nest.”
They’re all talking in their own little language as Alesso unhesitatingly pulls off his joggers. I’m waiting for his dick to pop out, but he’s actually wearing boxers. Thank goodness.
That would have been awkward.
I think Alesso may be able to read my facial expressions, because there’s an adorable twist in his lips as he kicks over his pants to Oliver.
“Take my sweatshirt,” Lucas says. He usually has morning video chat meetings, but he didn’t have any today. Therefore, he was lazing about with us until he had to dress the part of the CEO.
Grabbing the back of his sweatshirt, he pulls it off and gives it over to Oliver. It’s suddenly clear to me that Oliver is going to help Grant put together my nest.
My brain is not working properly today.
“Come with me, darlin’,” he says, smiling as he walks over to take my hand.
A stronger cramp hits my lower stomach, making me gasp as slick pushes its way out of my cunt. I’m clamping down on emptiness, and biology is reminding me that I need a knot.
How do I get my body to understand that’s fucking terrifying to me?
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, lifting me into his arms.
“Where am I going?” I ask, burying my face in his warm skin. He didn’t wear anything under his sweatshirt today.
“To attend a very important lesson,” he says, his legs taking me out of the kitchen. “Maybe a few of them. The first one is that you’re going to cream all over my face and beg for more. It won’t hurt, and it’ll help your cramps.”
“Yes, teacher,” I smirk before cursing at the next cramp.
“You’re going to be a brat in heat. I have a feeling,” he mutters, jogging up the stairs. “I can’t wait to see.”
In the next instant, he’s kissing me thoroughly, and I decide to see if he’s able to put his money where his mouth is.
“Do I get a bite if I’m good or if I’m very bad?” I ask, feeling brazen.
“Both,” he growls. “I’ve been yours since the second you kidnapped me. May as well make it official.”
He’s not wrong.