Or the fact that when I crawl under my covers, I secretly hope they both follow me.
I can’t fucking sleep.Or maybe I am sleeping, but it's the kind of sleep that only makes you feel worse. I toss and turn for what feels like hours on end, my thoughts a fucked-up jumble of confusion.
This bed feels wrong. Too soft, too big, too lonely. I’m an Omega. I love soft. Soft skin over corded muscle. Soft whimpers that escape softer lips begging to be kissed.
I know instinct. I’ve never denied myself the pleasure of indulging, but right now I feel trapped in my own body. Trapped by my instincts and this need I’ve never felt before.
“Fuck, Dream, I can’t take it anymore.”
The growly voice startles me, my eyes snapping open to find Hudson hovering over me. His scent washes through my system like the most decadent dessert I’ve ever tasted, and I moan. The moan turns to a whimper, so I press my palm to my forehead.
“I’m going to hold you, Omega. You need to be soothed. You’re not going to feel better until then.”
Normally, if someone tried to alpha-splain my instincts to me, I’d consider it a manipulation tactic. However, Hudson’s tone is so gentle, so desperate, that I don’t bother denying it.
Some part of me knows he’s right, and when he pulls me into his chest, I curl up against him like the clingy Omega I am. My purr revs its engine to life the second my head is tucked under his chin, our limbs tangled together.
“Oh fuck.” I don’t understand why he sounds so bothered until his scent pours in around us so hard it’s obvious he justmarked me with it. Can’t even be mad. I did the same thing to Apollo.
“I need…”
Fuck, what do I need?
I need more. I need to crawl inside of him and make my nest in his soul. Frustrated tears fill my eyes because I can’t put those needs into words, but when Hudson sinks his teeth into my shoulder, I melt.
This Alpha knows how to handle an Omega in distress, a fact I find sexy as hell. With my skin trapped in his dominant bite, his chest rumbles with a purr so husky, my brain turns to mush. I want to sink my teeth into his throat and taste the sound on my tongue. Swallow him whole. His hardness presses into my belly, and if he didn’t have my legs trapped between his, I’d already be grinding against it.
“What are you doing to her?” The growl is cold, cutting, and deadly. I’m pretty sure moaning isn’t the appropriate response to that sound, but I’m only so strong. Sadly, Hudson releases me from between his teeth. The way he uses his tongue to soothe the sore flesh makes me forgive him, though.
“She’s in distress. You saw her and Beau in the tub?” There's a pause, and I assume Apollo nods or something because Hudson goes on. “She built a nest with him, he rearranged it, and then she left it. It fucked her instincts up. She’s been in here whimpering for two hours. I couldn’t take it any longer.”
“You bit her?” We should all be a little concerned that I’m disappointed Apollo no longer sounds homicidal. Not sure why he sounds confused, though. He’s an Alpha; he knows what’s happening in this bed, right?
“Calms her. Calms all Omegas.” Hudson’s patience as he explains this to Apollo is getting added to the list of things he does that are non-sexually sexy. The looming dominance of myviolent little Alpha disappears suddenly. I shouldn’t pout; that would be rude.
“He’ll be back, don’t worry,” Hudson says with a chuckle, his breath caressing my neck as he curls back around me. If I could just get my leg free… “I’m not letting you get that thigh around me, baby girl. You’re hard enough to resist already.”
“Why resist?” My purr makes my voice velvety, but apparently he’s immune to the sound.
“We’re about to have an audience,” he whispers, nipping the skin just below my ear, before kissing it tenderly. If he doesn’t want to get me off, he should stop working me up. I can’t deny how good it feels.
“I don’t mind being watched. I let Alphas pay me for the privilege,” I murmur against his throat as I tip my face up and lick just below his jaw.
“You will be the death of my self-control,” Hudson grumbles, but I feel him relax as another presence enters the bedroom.
“Apollo?” Beau whines in a tone I recognize all too well. My heart rate kicks right back up, chest tight as I fight my way out of Hudson’s hold. Apollo has Beau in his arms, but Thor is here too.
Thor’s outfit matches Hudson’s, which is to say he’s also in nothing but tight boxer briefs. The way his eyes light up as I lick my lips at the sight only makes every sensation inside my body more intense.
“Show me,” Apollo demands as he climbs onto the bed behind me, Beau and all.
“We need a bigger bed.” I’m frowning at the lack of space around us when Thor snorts at my words.
What the hell is so funny about that?
Shit, I might be in full-blown hormonal Omega mode. Needy, instinct-driven harlot mode. Not as bad as a preheat spike, and nowhere near the level of desperation I get when I’m in full heat, but this isn’t a rational train of thought.
“Show me,” Apollo growls again, and the sound sends any reasonable, rational thought fleeing to the back of my mind. Licking my lips as I roll over to face him, our eyes meet over Beau’s head.
