“Ren,” I can’t help but moan. “I need?—”
A rumbling voice cuts me off. “We’ve got a nest ready for you, Faye.” The source of the deep, sexy timbre emerges from the room to my right. He’s tall—even taller than Damon—with bulging muscles and wide shoulders that make the doorframe look like it belongs in a doll’s house. He has short, light ash brown-colored hair and a sharp jawline that would put a superhero to shame. “Follow me.”
“This is Cole, our pack leader,” Ren says. “You can trust him.”
I’ll be damned if Cole isn’t every bit as irresistible as the rest of them. His commanding tone makes me want to drop to the floor and demand more from him than a nest.
“Come on, Faye.” Ren encourages me by tracing small circles on my back. “Let’s get you comfortable, baby.” He looks pointedly at Laz. “Get the snacks.”
Without a word, Laz sprints off. Even though he’s a goofball, I instantly feel like something’s missing the moment he leaves and want him back again.
As Ren and I follow Cole into their living room, I bask in his scent. Cole smells of stability, like an ancient forest that has stood the test of time. It’s a smoky cedar mixed with crisp linen and freshly cracked pepper. Somehow, his scent completes them, providing the perfect complement to Damon’s dark and dangerous aroma that reminds me of a well-aged whiskey, Ren’s peaceful parchment essence, and Laz’s larger-than-life sex on legs cinnamon deliciousness.
“We did the best we could with the time we had, but most importantly, you need to know that you’re safe here.” Cole’s tongue darts out, moistening his plump lips. “We’re here to help however we can. I always make sure we have heat patches on hand, just in case.” He pulls a packet from his pocket. “If you want one?—”
Before he can finish his sentence, I snatch the patches from his hands. I tear off the wrappers then stick two on the sidesof my neck over my scent glands. It’s double the recommended dose, but I don’t care.
Heat patches are similar in appearance to Band-Aids. They release a hormone that’s quickly absorbed through the skin into the bloodstream to stop a heat in its tracks. They aren’t always effective, but if you catch a heat early enough, they can at least help things die down a little.
“I need…” I hide my face with my hands. What do I need? A knot? To be devoured and claimed by their entire pack? Eventually, I settle on, “Relief.”
This heat is more overpowering than anything I’ve ever experienced
“Come on.” Ren gently steers me over to the sofa. “Let’s get you comfortable.”
Although it’s hard to focus on anything but the pulsing between my legs, it’s impossible not to feel grateful for the makeshift nest they’ve created for me. It’s like a blanket fort. They piled up pillows and duvets on one of their giant, white sofas then a hung sheet from the ceiling above it to create a tent. Their pool table and pinball machine have been shoved against the wall.
“I’m sorry, but this is the best we could do with the time we had.” Cole looks around sheepishly. “We weren’t expecting an omega, and our bedding is all we had.”
“Hey, I hung the lights!” Laz points proudly at a string of fairy lights that have been haphazardly hung over the huge wall-mounted television with the grace of a drunk Christmas elf.
It’s lacking an omega’s touch, but I’m still moved by the effort they’ve put in. And their combined smell… I want to bathe in it.
I kick off my shoes then dive onto the cushions, wrapping myself up in the nearest blanket. Mm, cedar.
Cole’s jaw tenses as he watches me. What must he think? I don’t have time to ponder that as a sharp jab to my stomach hasme yowling in pain. I clutch the blanket tighter, burying my face in it.
“What can we do?” Ren kneels in front of me, concern creating a crinkle between his eyes.
“It won’t be long until the heat patches start working,” Cole says, reading the instructions on the back of the packet. “Worst case scenario, it could be a few hours.”
I groan. “I don’t know if I can deal with this for a few hours.”
“Tell us what to do,” Ren pleads.
“Knot,” I moan. “I need a knot.”
I never expected that my physical and emotional desire would be so overwhelming that it voids out all rational thought. Right now, my body would give anything for these alphas to fuck me.
Damon enters the room, holding a grocery bag. His scent alone is enough for me to perfume. Damon freezes as the smell of my slick engulfs him. He drops the bag, spilling its contents onto the floor.
“I have to go,” he growls before storming out and slamming the door behind him.
His rejection stings. I hurriedly swipe at my eyes when tears come once again. How many times am I going to be brought to tears today?
“Deep breaths,” Ren encourages. “In and out.”
Laz bumbles back into the room, hugging a punch-sized bowl full of M&M’s, Sour Patch Kids, and popcorn.
