“You got it. Bacon and pancakes good?” Hayes asks and I have to shake my thoughts away.
I just nod, as I sit down at the island and watch him work.
“You cook?”
“We all do. After they work a long shift, I like to treat my Alphas, isn’t that right?” Hayes says, giving Nate a small peck.
Okay, I knew that they were together, but I hadn’t seen a ton of affection between them. Watching that has me squirming excitedly in my seat. My mom’s Alphas weren’t even friends, let alone lovers.
Hayes watches my reaction and moves further around the island and brings his mouth to mine. There’s a hint of Nate’s Earl Grey taste and I lick my lips.
“Wouldn’t want our Omega to feel left out,” Hayes says with a grin.
“Definitely not,” Nate agrees, placing a kiss on the side of my head. “Coffee?”
“Oh, I don’t like coffee,” I reply.
“How about a cup of Earl Grey?” Hayes jokes and my cheeks heat, because honestly, that sounds amazing.
“Earl Grey, it is,” Nate says easily, smacking Hayes’ ass as he makes me a cup.
This all feels so overtly domestic I’m not sure how to handle it, but I don’t let myself spiral. Instead, I let myself daydream even more. What if this was how I woke up every morning? What if Alpha scents and purrs surrounded me all the time? Alphas soothing me to sleep and waking up being fed a fully balanced breakfast and never having to wonder how I would make rent. More than all that, what if I really had this pack and could experience this easy intimacy every day of my life?
I’m not sure what my scent is doing, but whatever it is, it has Nate wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight.
“What’s wrong? What do you need?” he asks.
I want to just not answer his question, avoid it like I do a lot of things.
It’s like my instincts are kicking in, and I realize that asking for what I want from this pack won’t earn me irritation. If anything, all of them seem more than eager to please, and who am I to deny them that privilege?
“Scent mark me?” I ask it more as a question, and Nate nearly growls before he rubs his cheek all over me.
Oh fuck, that’s the good stuff.
I’m not even embarrassed about the little noises that squeak out of me. I want to drown in their scents. Like full on doused but nothing in their scent. I don’t even want to even catch wind of the scent of cherry. I want to be so claimed by them that my scent is hard to pinpoint.
Christ, when the bridge of his nose rubs against the side of my throat, I think I might black out.
“Fuck. Burned the pancakes,” Hayes says, moving the pan while staring at us. “That didn’t mean stop.”
I clear my throat and Nate places another kiss on the top of my head, and I melt. I didn’t think I was touch starved, or was lacking in affection, but now I realize that I completely was. It doesn’t matter that I’m surrounded by Alpha scents all the time at work. This is so totally different, I’m not sure how to handle it.
“This is the best morning ever,” Hayes says with a grin, tossing out his burned batch of pancakes and starting over again.
“Was that okay?” Nate asks.
It feels like the words are lodged in my throat, but when I look at Nate, I realize he needs assurance just as much as I do.
“It was perfect,” I tell him.
He seems to puff up with pride, grabbing his coffee and taking a sip. “Oh shit,” he grumbles, getting up and pouring me my cup of tea and bringing me cream and sugar.
Both Nate and Hayes pause, watching how I make my tea and I have to calm down my perfume. Who knew I was so damn easy? A little scent marking, breakfast, and them wanting to know how I take my tea is all it takes.
“What did you want to do today?” Hayes says, easily flipping a pancake as he plates my eggs.
“Oh, I don’t know. I do have to work tonight,” I say in a low voice.
