Chapter 18 #2
“That’s valid, but maybe I want company,” I tease him.
“Now I’m jealous,” Kyren chuckles, playing along. “Why are you saying no to seeing her naked, Izzy?”
“Fuck off,” he murmurs before he bites his lip. “Okay, maybe he’s right.”
Ugh, he’s adorable.
“How’s your balance?” Syrus asks, helping him stand up. “Need another offering of a hot naked friend?”
“Look at you,” Harlan teases Isidro.
“Ugh, why couldn’t this happen when I didn’t feel like hot garbage,” he complains.
“Shh. We got you. Do you feel nauseous?” I ask him, sliding his arm over my shoulder as we make our way to the bathroom.
“Spitfire has the best bathroom,” Syrus chuckles.
“Rainfall shower head with a handheld option. Nothing crazy,” I say with a grin. “An omega needs her creature comforts.”
“That sounds really nice,” Isidro says, moving to pull off his shirt. His eyes are bloodshot, so Syrus turns on the barest of light for us. “I don’t think I’ll throw up. My stomach hates me, just like the rest of my body.”
“If you could stay here, would you go off your meds?” Syrus asks, stripping as he walks to the shower to turn on the water. He says it offhand, as if he’s simply making conversation.
No one can say that Syrus Lynch isn’t incredible and cool headed in the middle of a crisis.
“Mi mama would beat my ass if I imposed,” Isidro mutters, his voice beginning to sound lightly accented.
It goes to show how shitty he must really be feeling.
“Well, a little birdy told me that Tea is expecting omegas to replace your pack. You may as well move out and in with me,” I say, helping him undress.
“Silva,” he murmurs under his breath as I pull down his pants and boxers while on my knees.
“What?” I ask innocently, watching as his cock bobs in front of my face. There’s a bead of precum on the tip of it, and I catch the smallest hint of marshmallow as I inhale deeply.
His meds are holding on by a thread if his natural scent is coming through. Ready or not, this will be happening very soon.
Unable to help myself, I drop my tongue flat and drag it along Isidro’s slit, tasting him as I catch the bead of his precum.
“Silva,” he whines, his breath catching as I suck on the crown of his shaft.
“Mmhmm,” I say around him, sucking harder.
“Did you find something to suck on?” Syrus asks, coming back to sink his fingers into my hair and massaging my scalp as I moan.
Fuck does that feel good. My head hurts a little from the weight of my hair.
“Please,” Isidro gasps, his hands fisting as I take him to the back of my throat.
“Do you want her to stop?” Syrus asks, acting as my voice since my mouth is full.
“No…I want more,” he whimpers, his hand wrapping around one of Syrus’ wrists to hold on. We’re his anchors in a raging storm, and we’re more than happy to help.
“You’ll get it,” Syrus almost purrs, moving to cup the back of Isidro’s head and kissing him.
The kiss is sweet and intense, and Isidro leans forward, feeding me more of his cock unintentionally. Swallowing around him, I push myself until my nose is nuzzled against his pelvic bone. Hissing, Isidro’s fingers also sink into my hair, despite it still being up.
The water continues to fall in the shower, but I need to make Isidro feel good before we move in that direction. I’ve had a long enough day that the warm water will make me sleepy, and then no fun will be had. Bobbing my head slowly, I pull in my cheeks as I suck him off.
“Argh,” he groans, continuing to kiss Syrus.
“Have you been a bad boy and not let your alphas take care of you?” Syrus asks, kissing down his throat.
I’m still dressed, but that doesn’t matter. I want to hear Isidro’s reply.
“I’ve been too sick to…do anything,” he confesses. “I wanted to be with Silva.”
“And now…Will you be good and give her your cum?” Syrus asks. “I think our girl really wants it.”
Hearing Syrus call me that feels good, and I have to admit that I’m protesting too much. I need to stop and accept that this pack means something to me.
“Yeah. Silva, I’m close. It’s kind of disturbing how good you are at that.”
My lips twitch, because I’m simply following his cues. If he seems to like something, I do more of it. Cocks aren’t rocket science.
Squeezing his balls, I swallow Isidro down, enjoying the way that he shudders.
“Aye, Dios Mio,” he cries out, his knees threatening to buckle.
Syrus catches him around the waist, holding him up as Isidro spills down my throat. His skin still feels warm, so it’s no wonder he’s been sick. His body is trying to metabolize his medications too quickly.
Swallowing down his cum, I pull off his cock to smile up at him, before sticking out my tongue to show him the streaks of his release clinging to it.
“Go get in the shower?” I suggest, rolling up to stand as I pull down my suspenders and pull my tank top off.
His jaw drops as he allows himself to stare at me, his eyes on my tits as I take off my bra next.
“You look amazing,” he breathes. “How did you not freeze tonight?”
“Secret tights apparently,” Syrus chuckles, maneuvering him into the shower.
Smirking, I continue to push down my shorts, glancing up to see Kyren standing at the door with his hand over his eyes.
“If you need Harlan or I, we’re grabbing one of the guest bedrooms and going to bed. Please come get one of us if he gets worse. I took his meds so he can’t take anymore. He’s going to get worse before he hits his heat,” he explains.
“Syrus and I got him,” I promise, standing there in nothing but my fleece lined tights. “You can get your stuff from the bed and breakfast and check out tomorrow. I already told Isidro that you’re staying here now.”
“Well, since you’ve had my omega’s cock in your mouth, you should probably call him Izzy, don’t you think?” Kyren asks, chuckling.
“Goodnight, Ky!” Isidro calls out.
“Night,” Kyren murmurs, leaving.
Shaking my head, I finish getting undressed and wince as I pull out the pins in my bun. I knew that it would need to stay up all night, so I planned accordingly.
“Come let us wash your hair,” Syrus says.
“We’re supposed to be taking care of Isidro,” I tease, getting into the shower with them as my hair tumbles down my back.
The dark haired omega pouts, and I raise my brow at him. Surprisingly, he has better color now, but sometimes the days before a heat can be odd.
Especially if you’ve been on heavy medication beforehand that suppresses so much of who you are.
“You have pretty hair. I want to wash it,” he says. “Kyren is also right. I think you should call me Izzy.”
“I can do that,” I say, letting him hold me as the water flows down over us. I don’t want to baby him, but I plan to get him to eat something.
Syrus shows Izzy how to wash my hair, and they both rinse my hair after as I begin to get sleepy. It’s been a long damn day, even though it was also very fun.
Pumping some liquid body soap into my hands, I wash Izzy’s body as Syrus washes his hair.
“You’re going to spoil me,” he mutters, his eyes at half mast.
Syrus is very careful not to get soap in his eyes, and merely smiles at Izzy’s words.
“I think you’re due for some spoiling,” he says, washing out his hair with the handheld shower head.
Izzy watches with hooded eyes as I wash my body and Syrus finishes cleaning up.
“What does that mean?” Izzy asks, leaning against the tile wall.
He doesn’t hiss at how cold it is, but instead seems to enjoy it. That’s yet another sign that he’s riding the edge of his heat. Looks like I’ll need to get someone to cover my shifts soon. I’m going to need some personal time.
If he’s already wanting to be around me, it means he’ll cling more to me during his heat. I’m absolutely alright with this, I just need to plan.
“It means that you’re also a caretaker,” Syrus says. “There’s nothing wrong with it, but you have to take care of yourself too.”
“I’m very guilty of it,” I say, shrugging as Syrus finishes up and turns off the water.
Opening the door, I grab towels and hand them out as I step outside of the shower. While it’s a big space, it’s too close of an area for three people to dry off.
“Sometimes, it’s easier to take care of everyone else instead of yourself,” Syrus adds. “I focus all of my energy on an entire town, so I get it.”
“I didn’t really think of that,” Izzy says, wrapping the towel around his waist once he’s dry.
“I’m used to locking into a mission and not doing anything else until I’m finished.
Of course now, it’s not a mission anymore.
It’s easier than focusing on myself. My body doesn’t feel like it belongs to me, which means that staying busy helps me ignore that.
I hate that my medication is failing me. ”
“You’re not supposed to be on them as long as you have been,” I remind him, watching as he gets out of the shower stall with unsteady feet.
Syrus glances at me as he wraps his towel around himself, trying to figure out how to make an excuse to put together a plate of food.
“Hey, Spitfire. I’m kind of hungry. I’m going to make myself a plate. I’ll come back up with it to share, yeah?”
“I could eat,” I say with a small smile.
Syrus pulls my hair away from my back and finds a claw clip to hold it all up before he walks out of the bathroom.
“Is he for real?” Izzy asks, watching him.
“Oh yeah,” I grin. “He’s very for real. Do you want to sleep in clothes or naked? Sometimes, my skin feels really sensitive before my heat.”
Izzy blinks rapidly as he gazes at me, and I wonder if I said something wrong as his lip trembles.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper, worried.
“No one gets it,” he says. “Since everyone thinks I’m a beta, I have no one to talk to about this stuff. Kyren and Harlan try, but since no one is supposed to know, it’s hard. Up until recently, Sloane and Aiden have always been around. Keeping the secret is a full time gig.”
“Would they really mind?” I ask.
“They seem really old school,” he admits. “They both go hard when we’re working, and I don’t want to fuck anything up. It wouldn’t change anything either. I still need to be able to work without being remembered.”
Looking for extra toothbrushes, I hand him one, and we companionably brush our teeth. Releasing my hair, I braid it since I won’t have time to blow dry it. Izzy looks as if everything is getting harder for him to do, and he’s beginning to drag. He may not be awake by the time Syrus comes upstairs.
Leading him to the bed, I pull the bedspread back and take his towel as he crawls in. Having an idea, I find my cooling blanket and drape it over his body. He opens his mouth to refuse it before sighing happily.
“Damn,” he whispers.
“You’re in an omega’s house, Izzy,” I say. “I like my gadgets and blankets. If you want to sleep in my nest, Syrus and I will make it work.”
“I thought…Don’t omegas not like to share things like that?” he asks, confused.
Gazing down at him, I force myself to be real with myself. I’ve been drawn to him for a reason, and I wouldn’t offer this unless I was already invested.
“You’re different,” I say instead, turning to dress in pajamas.
“Wait,” Izzy blurts, reaching out to grab my wrist. “Will you sleep skin to skin with me? I want your scent to mix with mine.”
“I can do that,” I agree, climbing into the bed to lay beside him. Plumping his cooling pillow which lines the entire head of the bed, I snuggle up beside him. “Are you hungry?”
“No,” he breathes, moving until his head lays between my breasts. My lips twitch as I play with his hair, and Izzy falls asleep just as Syrus comes in with a cheese plate and a few bottles of water.
“I’m too late,” he sighs, putting the bottles down and popping a piece of cheese into his mouth.
“He’s exhausted,” I say. “I’ll take a piece of cheese, though.”
Together, we finish the cheese before he uses the bathroom and then climbs into bed beside me. Turning off the dimmer switch, I sigh happily as Syrus throws his arm around Izzy and I.
“Sweet dreams, Spitfire,” he says softly.
God, I can only hope.