What the hell can we do to make sure he’s safe and comfortable while we’re gone? There’s always Amy, but that’ssimply to ensure he’s eating and drinking or even calling us if it gets too bad.
I have no idea whether he has any omega aids or if he brought them with him.
Reaching over, I grab my phone where I left it on my nightstand before my shower and pull up an omega supply chain I know offers overnight shipping.
Yes. I’ve done literally every bit of research possible over the last twelve years.
Clicking on a few options including silicone knots, vibrators, and dildos of varying sizes – while making sure they’re as close to the three of us as possible – I hit buy now and enter my payment info.
Hudson will be asleep by the time I leave, but I can leave him a note letting him know of the package delivery. I’ll also give Amy a heads up so she can watch for it without giving her too much information as to what the package will contain.
Knowing there will be something here to help him through any discomfort leading up to his cycle eases a bit of my anxiety, but it’s still there. My brain is still wide awake with thoughts constantly flitting through my mind.
Eventually, sleep comes, and with it, nightmares. Hudson in pain. Hudson empty. And worst of all: Hudson, round with our child…then gone.
CHAPTER 15
Hudson
Agroan slips from my lips as my fucking organs decide to punish me. The cramp isn’t as bad as it’ll get, but it still doesn’t feel good.
Pushing up to sitting, I let the blankets pool around my naked waist and run my hands over my face, wiping away the sweat dampening my cheeks and forehead.
I need a shower. Maybe a cool one. And I’ll definitely be jerking off in that shower. My dick is so damn hard it aches and slick is coating the blankets and padding below me. Is it too soon to get the nest cleaned?
Nah. I should probably wait. Even during the preheat spikes, I’ll be making a mess. Or, hopefully,we’llbe making a mess.
Except the alphas won’t be here. They’ll be at work all day while I try my damnedest to keep my body from rebelling against me.
My body is achy as I push to my feet. As I near the door leading from the nest to my bedroom, a mixture of scents pulls a whine from my chest and causes slick to coat my canal, between my ass cheeks, and my upper thighs.
Peppermint and whipped cream, chocolate hazelnut, and wood ash. The alphas were in here at some point.
Not fully in the nest, though I can detect Alex’s wood ash stronger than the others, so he might have invited himself in while I slept. I definitely didn’t have sex last night, so they were probably being gentlemen and checking on me when they got home.
But they were here. I might have been sleeping, they might have gotten home late, but they’d ensured I was okay.
Had they kissed my forehead? Maybe tucked me in before they headed off to their own rooms?
That thought makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I know I shouldn’t crave that kind of attention from them since they’re not mine, but…well, shit. I’m an omega. Our biology tends to rule more than our brains most days.
I wish at least one of them would have laid down with me. Maybe even rubbed one of the blankets along their scent glands. Then I could roll around in their scents all day, cover myself with their pheromones.
And then a thought occurs to me – I have access to their clothes. All their clothes. Especially the ones they’ve worn and tossed into their hampers.
As long as Amy isn’t one of thoseon top of ithousekeepers who ensures their hampers are emptied daily.
Please, for the love of rutting, let there be dirty laundry.
I would love to say I’m embarrassed as I run from my bedroom, through my sitting area and into the hallway butt ass naked, but my brain is officially too focused on a mission. Thatmission being to collect as much of the alphas dirty clothing as possible.
I’ll leave their bedding, though.
For now.
I take no responsibility for what my body does when my hindbrain takes the wheel and controls my actions.
They gave me a small tour, but I can’t remember which room belongs to whom. Doesn’t matter because I’m pilfering clothes from all three of them.
