“Are you ready for it?” I gasp as he plays with my clit, already an expert in making me feel good after a few days of fucking.
“Yes, yes, please knot me,” Archer begs.
Beau pushes deeper, and the moment I feel Archer tense, I use the remote to engage the toy.
Archer lets out a shocked cry as I lock down around him. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, that’s…fuuuck.” His warm release fills me as Beau and I keep him locked in place between us. It only takes a few more circles of my clit before I’m coming too, pleasure and euphoric satisfaction pulsing through me.
I barely register Archer drifting off because I’m falling asleep too. But not before I hear Beau’s awe-filled whisper.
“Can’t believe you’re both real, and you’re mine.”
chapter 16
. . .
BEAU
Shuttingthe oven door closed with my hip, I release a soft groan and roll my shoulder carefully. All things considered, it doesn’t hurt as bad as I’d expected after five days of marathon sex. I would never tell them, but the part that hurt the most was when both Archer and Ruby fell asleep curled up against me and I couldn’t bear to move them despite the position making my shoulder yell at me. It’s nothing some ibuprofen and a heat pad for a day or two won’t sort out.
I breathe in deeply and can’t help the dopey smile that forms on my lips. Even after my quick shower, their scents linger on me.
Yes, this was absolutely worth any pain.
Now that the French toast casserole is in the oven, I set about cooking the bacon. Archer’s kitchen is tiny, but he seems to enjoy cooking if his assortment of good-quality pots and pans is any indication. Though maybe not, because I had to do a grocery drop-off order because his fridge was pretty sparse.
It made my alpha grumble when I first escaped the nest during a brief respite from the heat to raid his kitchen and saw how little food the omega has in his house. He needs to takebetter care of himself. If he’d been better about eating regularly, he might not have had his suppressants fail.
And then you never would’ve met him, dumbass.
I add cooking and eating habits to my mental list of things to ask Archer about himself. After spending days together in his nest learning his body, I’m starved for information about who he is as a person.
I definitely don’t enjoy thinking about him needing anything or being deprived. If it’s a financial thing, I’ll send him groceries. If he doesn’t want to accept that, they can be a courting gift.
Or is that too weird? Does he even want to be courted by me?
Shit. Here I am, planning for a future no one else has agreed to pursue. Setting myself up for heartbreak. Because now that I’ve been with these two omegas, my scent matches, how the fuck am I supposed to move on?
I’d use my affirmations card to ground myself, but my wallet is in my pants pocket, strewn somewhere in the nest where the omegas are napping after our shower.
As the bacon sizzles, I practice deep breathing and try to remind myself that imagining the worst-case scenario as if it’s already happened won’t make that pain any duller if it does happen. That it’s okay for me to have hope. And if they come out here and give me the whole “well that was fun, but I’m not interested in anything serious” talk, I’ll survive.
I’m not a twenty-one-year-old starving for affection and support and knee-deep in surgery recovery, addiction, and untreated depression. I’m a grown man with a sister who would do anything for me, an excellent therapist, coping mechanisms and meds, and lots of people who like and care about me on my hockey team and at the animal shelter.
My phone screen lights up where it’s sitting on the counter next to the stove. It’s another text from Nadine. I sent her a quick message before we got too deep into the heat, and she sent anonstop stream of questions that she should know I didn’t have time to answer.
Nadine: You alive? Or did the heat kill you?
I snort. There were definitely times when I was exhausted, but it was incredible. I’ve never felt more connected to anyone, never felt more at peace with my alpha.
Beau: I’m alive.
The typing bubble appears immediately, and I can easily imagine Nadine’s scowl as she furiously works on her reply. I shake my head when I get a wall of text back.
Nadine: Seriously? That’s it? You help a mystery omega you just met with his first heat after a blind date with another omega, and all I get when it’s done is, “I’m alive.” I need more! Tell me about them. How did the date go? How did you meet this other omega? Is Ruby your scent match? Why did the other omega go into heat? Why did you help him? Did he take one look at you and want to climb you like a tree? Because I’ve been telling you, dude, you’re a catch. Any omega would be lucky to have you. Are you icing your balls? I’ve heard that it can help with recovery time after intense heats. How is your shoulder? Are you okay?
Beau: I’m fine. My shoulder is a little sore, but okay. I’m not going to talk to you about my balls or anything involving what happened during the heat. As for the rest of it, I’ll call youonce I’m back at my place. But I promise I’m fine.
Beau: The other omega’s name is Archer. He’s my scent match. So is Ruby.
