“Do you know how to work this thing, Ren?” I jab various buttons on the washing machine. Cole’s usually in charge of laundry, so I didn’t know it was so damn complicated when I offered to help. Thankfully, we bought a zillion sets of sheets from Nora’s, so we don’t have to do it daily. “Aha!” I grin in triumph as the machine whirrs to life. “Take that!”
I head back to the kitchen to join Ren when Damon trudges down the stairs, yawning and stretching.
“How is she doing?” Ren asks between mouthfuls. His glasses are off-center, and his dark hair is even messier than usual. I guess that’s what happens when your omega wants a knot every hour. He’s taking a quick break to replenish calories by guzzling down some instant noodles. We need to keep our energy up.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve knotted Faye in the past two days. We’re entering our third day of heat, so we’ve been working like a tag-team around the clock, taking shifts to meet her needs. Time has passed in a blur of eating, knotting, and sleeping—the last one when we can. As intense as it’s been for us, I can’t imagine what Faye’s going through. She’ll be exhausted when she finally comes through it.
According to our pack doctor, the first heat after bonding is the most intense she’ll experience. For future heats, she’ll still have heightened desire, but she should have slightly longer periods of rest and relief between her need for knots.
“She’s sleeping after I finally coaxed her out of the shower,” Damon says. I can smell Faye’s slick lingering on his skin, making it obvious that a shower wasn’t the only thing Faye requested. Lucky fuck. “Cole thinks she’s coming out of it now. She apologized after she dropped lotion all over the bathroom tiles, so she’s acting more like her usual self.”
We’re all getting used to the whole ‘bond’ connection a bit more. It’ll take time to fully master, but we’ve already become more attuned with each other’s moods, including Faye’s. When she first went into heat, I could feel her pain. All I wanted was to take it away. We all did. Then being able to feel how turned-on she was… Shit, if that isn’t the best fucking feeling in the world, then I don’t know what it is.
Knowing how much you get your omega off is hot. When this is over, I’ll buy us all superhero capes emblazoned with KM for ‘Knotting Machines.’ Faye would look pretty cute in a matching Catwoman outfit too.
It’s funny how one tiny omega has turned us into walking—but very fucking happy—zombies. Who knew it was possible to be so exhausted yet so satisfied at the same time? Our girl has a big appetite and has all four of us wrapped around her little finger.
I laugh, thinking about how she’s been lately. For someone who is so sweet by nature, she can be demanding. Her little pout when she doesn’t get a knot exactly when she wants it is freaking adorable. Although we still need her to shake the habit of apologizing. That’ll come with time and encouragement from all of us. I’m planning aMario Karttournament next week for usand the Stellas. Sabs is a dark horse when she plays as Bowser, so it won’t be easy.
“She may sleep longer, if you’re there?” Damon suggests to Ren. “Your scent relaxes her the most.”
Ren slurps up a noodle then daintily dabs his mouth with a napkin. “I’ll go right now.”
“Bring her snacks because she’ll be hungry when she wakes up,” I say, throwing everything sweet I can lay my hands on onto a tray: brownies, chocolate bars, hard and soft candies. You name it, we’ve got it. Although I doubt Cole will entrust me to do another grocery shop run after this.
“She’s already energetic enough.” Ren arches an eyebrow. “Are you trying to give her a sugar overdose?”
Faye will thank me. She’s already refused to eat most of the healthy foods Cole tried to tempt her with. The only way we could get her to take a sip of a protein-enhanced shake that promises to enhance an omega’s energy was by me eating her pussy at the same time. Not that I was complaining.
“Fine.” I roll my eyes, throwing a banana on top. “Happy now?”
“She knows if you pack the snacks, she’ll be spoiled,” Ren says, but he’s not really angry. He knows as well as I do that our sugar monster will be happy with my selections.
With his arms laden with goods, he heads up to the nest.
“How’re you doing, big D?” I ask. “Knotting our girl tiring you out more than going to the gym?”
He scoffs as he opens his fridge. “I have plenty of gas left in the tank, thank you very much.” He suddenly straightens his posture. “Feels like she’s up.”
I sense Faye’s arousal instantly and smirk. “Ren’s energy didn’t seem to calm her this time.”
“It feels like she’s going to need all four of us,” Damon chuckles.
“Knots away!“ I take a swig of my coffee as I mentally prepare to embark to the nest. “Our omega needs us!”
FORTY-EIGHT
Faye
Ren checks my temperature for the fourteenth time. “Are you sure you’re up to it?”
I’m officially out of heat. After three full days where I craved nothing but knots and the closeness of my alphas, my brain is functioning normally again.
Nothing could have prepared me for the incredible whirlwind of going through a heat as a bonded pack. The guys were amazing. They kept me fed, clean—no small feat when you’re literally layered in slick all day—and fully satisfied. The days were a blur of knots, slick, and scents, but they got me through it, and the experience brought us closer together.
“I’ll be fine.” I wave away Ren’s concern, busy surveying the table when the doorbell rings. “Do we have everything ready?”
The breakfast feast in front of us includes everything from fruit to sausages to waffles as well as freshly squeezed juice.
