Chapter 33
Flora
Spencer gently wiped the hair out of my eyes as I dozed. My entire world had tilted on its axis. His touch was impossibly soft and gentle, grounding me.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
Finding the right words to express my emotions while he was knotted deep inside me was difficult. On the one hand, I was ridiculously relaxed, my body and muscles loose. But there was a small voice in the back of my mind that was freaking out over the fact that I’d had sex with Spencer.
And that he was in love with me.
Also, I was pretty sure I was in love with him as well.
“Are you sure that you want to be part of this?” I asked in a small voice. It probably wasn't the best conversation to be having while his knot was still locked inside me, but I was feeling a little fragile.
Spencer laughed, pulling me into his arms. “I am pretty fucking sure, princess.”
“You seem more lucid right now,” Bear commented.
“I think so, but I don’t think it’s going to last that long,” I admitted. “All I wanna do is gather up all my nest stuff.”
“Well, you can't do that yet. I think you're stuck here for a little bit,” Bear said, glancing pointedly to where Spencer and I were joined.
“Maybe five minutes,” Chase said teasingly.
Spencer glowered at his pack mate. “Twenty, more like it. My knot isn’t a fast deflator. Just because you’re a three-minute menace…”
Burying my head in Spencer’s shoulder, I bit back a grin. There was something about their easy teasing of one another that made me relax. It felt painfully normal.
I wanted some normalcy in my life.
Spencer gently ran his hand down my back, whispering sweet nothings to me as we waited for his knot to go down.
Instead, I found it insanely pleasurable and relaxing. Every few minutes, my walls fluttered around his knot with aftershocks from the mind-blowing orgasm. Judging by the way Spencer’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, it felt as good for him as it did for me.
When Spencer pulled out of me almost thirty minutes later, I whimpered at the loss, my pussy crying out for more as my stomach clenched uncomfortably.
My heat.
“I probably don’t have long,” I admitted. Omegas got lost in their heats. Feral for knots and caring about nothing else.
“We’ll take care of you,” Bear insisted.
“I trust you,” I admitted, looking between the three of them sleepily.
“You’re nesting,” Spencer said, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “Why don’t we sort that out while Chase gets us some snacks? Heats can last several days, and you need sensible snacks.”
“As long as ‘sensible snacks’ don’t include those protein bars that taste like chalk,” I mumbled, scrunching my nose.
“I make no promises,” Spencer smiled.
He followed me to my room, where I started rifling through my piles of bedding. The space needed to be just right. The bed wasn’t gigantic, but it was big enough to do the job. I wouldn’t be able to fit all three of my alphas on the mattress without them having to be a gigantic puppy pile.
We would make it work.
My body was vibrating with a million different new-to-me sensations. Pleasantly sated, excited for more, and general exhaustion and eagerness. So many conflicting emotions were rioting inside me, my omega side, which I had suppressed for so long, rearing its head with a vengeance.
I laid down several fluffy sheets. They were good, but they weren’t the exact thing I needed. Something deep inside me was itching.
“What are you after?” Spencer questioned as my hands hovered over the bedding.
I turned to him, biting my lip. I shouldn’t have felt awkward asking for what I needed, given everything we had just discussed and done, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“Can I take some of your clothing?” The nesting materials Spencer had insisted I buy were lovely, but I needed their scent close to me. The little voice in the back of my head insisted that, if I didn't have it, the nest would be ruined.
“What’s mine is yours,” he insisted. “And I’m pretty sure the guys agree. Go take whatever you want for your nest.”
I didn’t second-guess him. Padding out of the room, I made my way to Bear’s room first. Anxiety was gnawing at me. I had never been through a heat with alphas, but I knew what to expect. If the orgasms they had already given me were anything to go by, I was going to have an amazing time.
That didn’t stop my stress.
Instead of heading toward the closet, I made a beeline for the laundry basket.
The first thing I grabbed was a T-shirt he had worn the day before.
With it pressed against my nose, I inhaled.
It had the perfect level of that sweet, heady pumpkin bread scent that I was obsessed with.
Humming happily, I continued digging. Their clothing would be perfect for my nest.
I had loved Bear’s room from the first night I stayed at the apartment when I had crawled into his bed. Everything about his scent and space screamed comfort, with dark hunter-green sheets and dark wooden furniture.
Spencer, for his part, stood back and let me work as I pilfered multiple items. He smiled indulgently and crossed his arms as I made my way toward Chase’s room. My arms were already overflowing with fabric, but I didn’t let that stop me.
“Do you want me to take your hoard to your room?” Spencer asked as items kept falling out of my arms.
I considered for a moment before passing more of them to him. Part of me wanted to hold onto them, but I was getting overloaded very fast. If he took some, I would be able to get even more supplies for my nest.
Ultimately, my desire for the best nest in the world won out. He took them out of the room while I finished raiding Chase’s laundry basket.
That just left Spencer’s room. He hadn’t said a word when I had raided Bear’s and Chase’s laundry baskets, so I was confident he wouldn’t care that I wanted to go through his.
When I walked into his room, it took a moment to locate the small wicker basket in the corner, but as soon as I did, I padded over gleefully.
There was a deep sense of giddy joy about having items belonging to my alphas in my nest. It was going to be amazing.
Opening the lid, I frowned at the contents of the laundry basket.
It was empty.
Well, pretty close to empty. At least there was a single sock.
“I’m sorry, princess. I did my laundry yesterday,” Spencer admitted as he found me glowering at his lack of laundry.
“But I want my nest to smell like you,” I whined, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes.
A look of sheer panic took over Spencer's face, and he stepped forward, resting his hands on my upper arms.
“You can have the clothes off my back, princess. Or what about the sheets? They smell like me?” he offered hastily.
The sheets? I hadn't thought about that. Pausing, I turned to look at his bed, thinking for a moment.
That could be the perfect solution.
Taking a few steps forward, I grabbed a corner of the dark gray sheets and lifted them to my nose. The overwhelming smell of pepper and that dark, rich aroma Spencer gave off was covering them. Strongly.
A happy chirp escaped my chest as I started viciously yanking all the sheets off the bed. I needed them. Without a word to Spencer, I gathered them all and darted out of the room, toward my nest.
Behind me, Spencer laughed as he followed me into my room.
My nest was going to be the best nest.