“I heard omega cycles link up,” I tease him.
“This is one of my favorite heats,” Izzy says against my skin, his hands massaging my legs. If he keeps this up, I’m going to become a pile of goo.
Syrus joins in, rubbing my back, and I moan as I relax further.
“I want to soak in a bubble bath,” Izzy murmurs. “What do you think,mi amor?Want to join me?”
“Damn, her tub is amazing,” Syrus croons, pushing the button on the knot to deflate.
“Oh…so odd,” I whine.
“I like this thing a lot,” Syrus smirks.
“Yes, a bubble bath sounds amazing,” I agree, the post heat glow soaking in. “My vagina is probably going to need to be iced from the action she’s seen.”
The warm, amused male laughter in my nest makes me happy as I lean against Izzy. Ugh, who am I kidding?
I’m completely hooked.
Kyren
“Harlan,” I murmur, glancing up from my computer as I hang out in the living room with him. Syrus is fishing our omegas outof the tub, where they’ve been lounging for over an hour.
He muttered something about how Silva tends to fall asleep in the tub and ran upstairs just a couple of minutes ago.
While Izzy and Silva were soaking, we cleaned up the nest, washed all the bedding, and Silva said she’d make it back up again later. She was too out of it to protest earlier, but she’s apparently very particular about how crisp the corners of her bedsheets are.
To be fair, Izzy likes to pile the blankets just so, and he has other quirks when he’s in private. I think living here will be good for him.
Our work is important, but so is he. I’m stuck at an impasse, because a part of me would be happy to tell him to get a job in this small town and be done with our missions. However, the other part of me knows he’d threaten to cut my knot off for the disrespect.
He’s a spicy meatball of an omega.
“Yeah?” Harlan asks, bringing his coffee over to sit with me. It’s about seven at night, but our internal clocks are a little fucked.
“I got a hit on one of Silva’s foster brothers,” I reply, turning the computer to face him. “Brad Fielding is currently in Denver for a work conference. The airport security cameras caught him on the way into the city, and then my program tracked him to Everlee Suites. After her nightmare, I plugged both brothers in to find them. I have a lead on Luke as well, but his death doesn’t belong to us.”
“We should go then,” Harlan grunts, his eyes turning toward the stairs. “Do we tell them?”
I know Izzy would want to go, but our ways of extermination aren't legal in any country, much less ours.
“Yeah,” I say, blowing out a harsh breath. “Let me go call Sloane. Aiden is an ass and hasn’t been answering calls.”
“Don’t I know it,” Harlan chuckles. “Should I…?”
He points upstairs, and I nod.
“They need to dress warmly. It’s still snowing. The roads will be rough, but we can make it out. We’re taking Syrus. He knows the best ways to get in and out, I bet. It was insane to find Widows Peak,” I grumble.
No signage, just a prayer and some coordinates. It’s no wonder that omegas begin to come here early to beat the worst of the weather. I played it off like it was no big deal to drive in on a bum battery I managed to jump, but the truth of the matter is that this town is a hidden gem.
Shep and everyone who side-eyed us when we first came into town did it with good authority. I’m just glad we didn’t get kicked out before finding Silva.
Standing, I head out to the back porch, hoping the cold air will burn away the last of my exhaustion. I need to be sharp for this.
Dialing Sloane, I stand outside while the phone rings.
“I swear to God,” I grumble.
