“You alright, Red?” I ask.
He nods distractedly, walks right up to me, and sniffs my shoulder. His fingers trace lightly over my robe.
“Fluffy,” he murmurs.
I look at Pink and Jade for help, but they just stare back at me. With very carefully blank expressions. I think they know something, but for some reason they aren’t sharing. Well, screw them.
“Can I have it?” asks Red.
“My robe?”
He nods feverishly.
What the hell is going on? I have pajamas on, and it is not like I really feel the cold anyway. So I shrug out of my velvet housecoat and hand it to Red.
He all but snatches it from me. Then he turns and runs out of the kitchen.
I stare in utter bemusement at the empty spot where he was just standing.
“He is nesting,” whispers Pink.
Oh. Oh shit. Suddenly everything makes sense. Sort of.
“I thought omegas didn’t nest until they were older?” I ask.
“That’s why I’m whispering,” says Pink. “We don’t think he has realized yet.”
Jade lets out a quiet groan. “Do you think Brodie is going to be able to cope with Red’s heat? It’s going to be more intense now that he is nesting. Can a human help with that?”
Pink sips his coffee. “Brodie is a healer, I’m sure he’ll figure something out. He’s always been able to help Red through his heats before.”
Oh hell’s balls. The next few days are sure going to be interesting. My dreams of a peaceful life have never felt further away.
Going out to hunt actually feels peaceful. It is a good escape from the drama unfolding at the house. Not that drama is anything new. There is always something going on.
First it was Lello and all the drama with Carter, and then his herd trying to steal him. Then it was Gray finding hisway back to sanity and settling with Mal. Followed by Blue and Sammy being an absolute pair of idiots.
It has been quite the year. But that’s what living with six young men and assorted mates is going to get you. I’m clearly a glutton for punishment. Home is one disaster after the next. Work is full of pining for someone I can never have.
Compared to all that, feeding is simple. Straightforward. Peaceful.
I walk around the corner and the hotel I’m heading to comes into view. I stare at it for a moment, then I check my messages. Yep, this is the right place.
Wow, WellHung45 has expensive taste. Not that I’m complaining.
I slip inside the hotel and quickly navigate my way to the room number Mr. WellHung45 has given me. It is depressing how good I am at finding my way around hotels. All this experience from Grindr hookups and I’m not even getting any action. It is simply a straightforward way to get a stranger to allow me near their neck.
At least tonight’s victim has a lovely set of abs. And a glorious happy trail. Maybe I’ll admire the aesthetics in the flesh before I feed. It is not as if I feel like doing anything else. Well, only with one, very out-of-bounds person.
I knock on the door of room 303 and plaster on my most charming smile. The door swings open and I freeze. Then I blink. Then I blink again.
Morgan cannot be standing in front of me. I’m seeing things because I was just thinking of him and now my mind is glitching. I blink again, but he is still here. With a look of absolute horror slowly consuming his handsome features.
“You’re PowerBottomAtRockBottom?” he wheezes.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
“Where are the kids?” I snap.
