The first door I open leads to a library. There are bookshelves across three of the walls and loaded with books from floor to ceiling. I don’t bother reading all the titles, but I can tell simply from the covers there isn’t a single romance in here. They’re more than likely some kind of law books.
I know there’s an office downstairs; I’ve seen that one with the three desks.
Guess this room isn’t used all that often.
Pulling the door shut, I move on to the next one.
Jackpot.
The moment the door swings open, I’m met with chocolate hazelnut. I’m dying to taste Desmond, to find out if he tastes half as good as he smells.
His room is tidy and kind of homey. There are framed photos of the three of them spread around the room, the bed is made but so fluffy and comfortable looking.
Before I bother looking for the hamper, I do a swan dive onto the bed and roll around on the duvet, even kicking it further down so I can feel the cool sheets against my skin.
Between the soft linen and the lingering scent of alpha, my body feels as though it’s both burning up while also being soothed.
Like I said, omega biology makes no sense sometimes. At least it sure as fuck doesn’t to me.
Once I’m sure I’ve coated my skin with his scent, I roll onto my stomach and bury my face in his pillow. It smells so strongly of him. I’d thought the three of them slept together, but his bed definitely smells as though it’s been used very recently. Maybe even last night.
After a few seconds of nearly suffocating myself, I realize I’ve been humping the mattress like a damn teenager having a wet dream.
Not my fault they brought an omega in so close to my heat then left me alone.
Thing is, I can’t seem to stop my hips, even as the tingles begin up my spine and my balls pull up tight.
With a groan, I come hard, soaking Desmond’s sheets.
Only after the aftershocks and tingles fade do I realize I made a mess not just of myself, but of an alpha’s bed I’ve known less than a week. Sure, I’m days away from getting fucked into the padded floor of the nest for a week straight while hoping to get pregnant, but…
Yeah. This might have been a little weird.
I need to change his sheets. And maybe leave an apology letter since I’ll probably be asleep again when they get home. I’ve never been much of a night owl, and they got home well after eleven last night after leaving before the sun rose.
Rolling onto my back and away from the wet spot, I groan. Shit. Now, I either need to find something to wrap around my body or clean myself up before traipsing down the hall in my birthday suit.
My hindbrain had been in control before, squashing any self-consciousness. Now that the first spike has faded, I really don’t want to run into Amy or any other member of the pack’s staff with cum drying on my naked body.
The sheets need to be changed anyway. Might as well turn the fitted sheet I sullied into a toga for now.
I still need to find a way to gather some of Desmond’s clothes, though. Along with Alex’s and Mason’s.
My eyes move across the room until I spot a closed door. Since the ensuite bathroom is visible from where I’m lying, it has to be a closet. And, hopefully, contains a hamper.
A thud sounds through the room when my feet hit the floor hard and I jog toward the door, my dick swinging with every step.
I’m more than positive the pack has cameras around this house, but I seriously hope they’re not actually watching me right now. I probably look like a nutjob.
Or a psycho with the way I practically rip the door from its hinges to get inside.
Bingo.
Against the right wall just beside the door is a hamper about halfway full. I rifle through until I find a few t-shirts that smell heavily of Desmond.
Glancing down at my cum and slick dampened skin, I decide I don’t care about that and kind of like the idea of our combined scents.
Or rather my biology and instincts like the idea.
