The first t-shirt I find, I pull over my head, lifting the collar and inhaling deeply. The scent is nearly as strong as it was on his sheets. Could mean he’d worn it yesterday under his suit.
I’m the typical size for an omega standing only four inches over five feet, so the hem of the shirt hangs halfway down my thighs and the sleeves hang to my elbows.
There. Now my junk is covered if I happen across anyone on my way to the next alpha’s room. Because there’s no way I’m stopping until I’ve completed my mission of collecting pieces covered in their scents.
Oh, and adding the stolen pieces to my nest.
CHAPTER 16
Hudson
Not sure how the alphas will feel when they come home and find out I’ve jizzed on all three of their beds.
I really thought after that first time in Desmond’s bed I’d have some time before the next spike. Apparently, all I had to do was get a single whiff of each of the other two for my body to go into overdrive.
I weave their t-shirts and sweats into the nesting blankets, forming a bowl-like barrier. It’s like wrapping myself in them while they’re gone.
And absolutely calms my senses enough to feel the rumblings of hunger in my stomach.
I thought I had another week until my heat hit, but now it feels like hours. Better fuel up before the fog descends. When I’m in heat, basic things like eating become a distant memory.
Which is the biggest reason I decided to seek a pack to get me through this heat. I grew tired of ending each cyclea couple pounds lighter and dangerously dehydrated. Silicone knots helped take the edge off, but they’re not the same without the pheromones from an alpha.
Once all the borrowed clothes are exactly where I want them, I stand back and check my work. Something is still missing but I can’t put my finger on it .
Whatever it is, it’s causing my freaking omega to be unsteady.
Food first. Problem solving second.
Still wearing Desmond’s shirt, I pull on a pair of sweats to stave off the chill between heat spikes and wander from my room, hoping I can find the kitchen easier than yesterday.
Amy appears around the corner as I descend the steps.
“Hey. I was just coming up for you. A package came for you. Des said it’s a preheat gift.”
A medium sized box is held in her arms and hugged to her chest. She doesn’t look to be struggling with the weight, but it’s not exactly a small package.
“Thank you,” I say, taking the box when she offers it.
“Did you need something or were you bored up there?” she asks as I set the box on the steps and work at the tape to see what Desmond ordered.
“Hungry,” I mutter as my curiosity takes over. Well, curiosity and excitement. My very first gift from the pack.
“I made some pancakes for breakfast. I’ll warm them up for you unless you want something else,” she says from barely a few feet behind me.
The moment I pull away the paper insulating the box, my face heats, my dick instantly stiffens, and slick dampens my clean sweats.
“Oh. Shit. Sorry. I didn’t see anything. Sorry,” she repeats, hurrying away from the stairs and toward the kitchen.
Inside the box is a variety of sex toys, specifically the kind catering to omegas. Dildos. Vibrators. Even a few types of silicone knots and a big bottle of lube.
With the way my hole is practically dripping slick, the lube definitely won’t be needed. At least not for me.
I realize the lube might very well be for the alphas. That thought alone does nothing to make my dick stop throbbing to my heartbeat.
My face still feels a little warm, though I’m more embarrassed for the sweet beta than myself. She’s going to hear and scent a whole lot worse soon.
I’m sure she’ll also see the aftermath unless they hire a professional company to clean the nest after.
