“You’re such a good person,” he murmurs, pulling me into his arms to kiss me. The sneaky beta also gets me out of my coat and gloves too, but I’m not complaining.
Dropping to his haunches, he unzips my boots and pulls them off, dropping them on the mat at the front door.
“Don’t tell anyone,” I hiss, laughing as he lifts me onto his shoulder and stands.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Spitfire,” he says, patting my ass as he moves to the stairs and climbs up them. “Ready or not, here we come.”
“You took forever,” Isidro groans from my bedroom.
Worry shoots through me, causing me to wiggle as soon as Syrus hits the landing of the second floor. Putting me down, he follows me as I hurry to my room.
“Hey,” I murmur, finding him already in my bed. “How are you feeling?”
“Shitty,” he sighs. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”
“You’re fine,” I coo, moving over to push his hair off his forehead. “I’m going to shower. Do you want to come with me? Maybe we can cool you off.”
“If that was a possibility, I’d make my bed in the snow,” Isidro pouts, making me smile.
“That’s valid, but maybe I want company,” I tease him.
“Now I’m jealous,” Kyren chuckles, playing along. “Why are you saying no to seeing her naked, Izzy?”
“Fuck off,” he murmurs before he bites his lip. “Okay, maybe he’s right.”
Ugh, he’s adorable.
“How’s your balance?” Syrus asks, helping him stand up. “Need another offering of a hot naked friend?”
“Look at you,” Harlan teases Isidro.
“Ugh, why couldn’t this happen when I didn’t feel like hot garbage,” he complains.
“Shh. We got you. Do you feel nauseous?” I ask him, sliding his arm over my shoulder as we make our way to the bathroom.
“Spitfire has the best bathroom,” Syrus chuckles.
“Rainfall shower head with a handheld option. Nothing crazy,” I say with a grin. “An omega needs her creature comforts.”
“That sounds really nice,” Isidro says, moving to pull off his shirt. His eyes are bloodshot, so Syrus turns on the barest of light for us. “I don’t think I’ll throw up. My stomach hates me, just like the rest of my body.”
“If you could stay here, would you go off your meds?” Syrus asks, stripping as he walks to the shower to turn on the water. He says it offhand, as if he’s simply making conversation.
No one can say that Syrus Lynch isn’t incredible and cool headed in the middle of a crisis.
“Mi mamawould beat my ass if I imposed,” Isidro mutters, his voice beginning to sound lightly accented.
It goes to show how shitty he must really be feeling.
“Well, a little birdy told me that Tea is expecting omegas to replace your pack. You may as well move out and in with me,” I say, helping him undress.
“Silva,” he murmurs under his breath as I pull down his pants and boxers while on my knees.
“What?” I ask innocently, watching as his cock bobs in front of my face. There’s a bead of precum on the tip of it, and I catch the smallest hint of marshmallow as I inhale deeply.
His meds are holding on by a thread if his natural scent is coming through. Ready or not, this will be happening very soon.
Unable to help myself, I drop my tongue flat and drag it along Isidro’s slit, tasting him as I catch the bead of his precum.
