25. Saylor
Saylor
“Where is my cheeseburger?” I mock pout, folding my arms.
Or perhaps I’m pouting for real. Who knows anymore.
It’s hard to tell these days. My Omega is quite the unpredictable, hormonal creature.
“It will be here soon, S. Don’t you worry,” Zale comforts me on my right as we lie on the bed.
I don’t even care for sex right now. My Omega just craves food. She needs her energy so she can get through the next wave after all.
The Alpha gets up now, stepping out of the room. Yet I can still hear him on the phone through the wood of the door.
“What do you mean? Just breakfast menu only. Saylor wants a cheeseburger, and she will get a cheeseburger!”
Oh, no.
Am I not getting the greasy cheesy burger after all?
Trent reassures me on my right. “It’s okay, England. We will get you your greasy American cheeseburger. Just hold on.”
I nod, then nestle in closer to him.
Zale steps back into the room, putting on a smile to lighten the blow. “So… bad news. There may be a slight delay in the cheeseburger. However, a little birdie dropped this off this morning. Well, two birdies, specifically.”
He drops the gift basket onto the bed, and I gasp when I see all the chocolate inside. There are scented candles too, and a fluffy stack of blankets for my temporary nest. Trent grabs the card and smiles. “It’s from Daisy and Noelle. It looks like your fellow Omegas have your back, England.”
They really do, and I start crying once again. Now I tear open the chocolate and fill my face. The guys just sit back and watch me, amused as I stuff myself with calories.
Once I am finished, I lie back on the bed with a face covered in chocolate. Trent snorts. “You all good now, England?”
I nod, closing my eyes. I cringe then. “I feel filthy now, though.”
Trent’s brown gaze flicks toward the ensuite bathroom. Then he rises to his feet, scooping me up in his arms.
A gasp escapes me. “Where are you taking me?”
The Alpha grins down at me, showing me those adorable dimples. “You’ll have to wait and see.”
Zale steps inside the bathroom behind us, finding the bathtub. He turns the faucet, and I nod.
I see.
They’re taking care of me, making sure I am fed and cleaned during my heat.
I’m not sure how to take this information. I’m just not used to being made a fuss of. I’m still not sure what to make of the gift basket that Daisy and Noelle sent over.
It appears I truly do have friends now. And I’m touched.
Zale ensures that the water is hot but not too scalding as he adds some bubbles. Trent picks out shampoo and conditioner next.
Now they place me inside the tub. When I submerge in the water, a contented sigh escapes me. The hot water soothes my aching muscles, and I relax instantly.
I hadn't realized how exhausted my body was until that warm water surrounded me. Every muscle loosens little by little.
My heat hasn’t gone, sure; it still burns beneath the surface, but for the first time since I collapsed at the bar, I don’t feel quite as frightened.
No.
I feel...
Cared for.
And that sentiment alone almost makes me want to cry again.
Zale runs my loofah up and down my arms while Trent massages shampoo into my hair. Then the latter grabs the showerhead, rinsing away the soap as I close my eyes, letting the warm water cascade down my face.
“Fuck… you look good wet, S,” Zale whispers, running my loofah over my breasts now.
They peak beneath his careful ministrations. Now I grab his large hand, bringing the loofah lower.
His eyebrows arch in surprise as he regards me rather suspiciously now.
I bite my lip, nodding. The Alpha takes that as his cue. Now he discards the loofah, brushing his callused fingers over the lips of my pussy next.
When a shudder skates down my spine, he grins wider, pushing my lips aside as he slips inside.
Now I lay back, gripping the side of the tub as I white-knuckle the porcelain.
When Zale curves his finger, making a come-hither motion, I come apart. I have to hold onto Trent to stop from drowning.
Trent steals a kiss from my lips, swallowing every gasp and moan that escapes my mouth while Zale massages my clitoris with his coarse thumb. When he presses the heel of his hand against the hood of my sex, I almost go under the water again.
Yeah, I think I am clean enough. Now Trent scoops me up as I drip water everywhere, wrapping my wet legs around his waist.
Now he rushes me back to the bedroom, pressing my face flush to the pillows as he gets to work. Trent finishes what Zale started, exploring me with his fingers, and it feels even better at this angle.
I lock around his fingers, coming hard as he pinches on my clitoris, making me see stars. When he pushes his mouth to my mound, I shatter further, gasping hard against the pillow.
Now Zale flips me around onto my back, stealing the breath from my lungs as Trent finishes inside me. He licks and lathers up my slick, kissing and massaging me while he curves his fingers inside me.
Just as I come apart around his finger, the front door of the lake house opens, and then my Omega picks up on the scent of that greasy, greasy food.
My cheeseburger has arrived.
Sex and food…
This is one of the best vacations of my life.