“Ah yes, the infamous basement fuck when he knotted you silly and kicked started your dormant libido, go on.”
I sigh. She’s getting some kind of perverse joy out of teasing me about it.
“It was a cellar.”
“Yes, yes. A cellar makes it classier.” She pats my hand condescendingly.
Everlyn’s friendship makes my heart ache for my missing Omegas. There was a time not too long ago that every single second of my time with the squad would have been hashed out in excruciating detail. Every longing look examined. Each touch dissected.
Without their guidance, I feel lost.
“So if it wasn’t a fuck, then what did Blaze get carried away doing exactly?”
I mumble under my breath.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”
“We shared a bed and he finger-fucked me,” I say louder.
“Oh ho. And where exactly was the rest of your Pack?”
My cheeks heat.
“They were watching, weren’t they?” she asks with a cackle.
“…Yes.”
“No need to be embarrassed. This is what we’ve been talking about for months. Medically speaking, you need them close. Even better if they’re inside you.”
“No! I shouldn’t have done it with Viper… or Blaze. As a Pack, we’re a mess and we need to get to know each other better, build proper relationship foundations with words, not our genitals.”
“Uh huh. I don’t see why you can’t date your little haremandget railed. It’s called multitasking.”
Everlyn’s tablet pings. My test results are in.
She taps away at the screen for a moment, eyes darting as she reads the data. Her eyebrows raise.
“I’m not sure how much time for talking you’ll be getting, my friend.” She turns her tablet towards me and points at a graph. A line that was steadily falling down abruptly shoots up to double the height. “I knew it, look at that pheromone spike. There is nosuppressant I can prescribe that will stop what’s coming. I hate to break it to you Sparks, but I think you’re going to be too busy having some seriously freaky sex with those super-soldiers of yours to talk about your childhood trauma. All of you are about to be driven out of your minds by instinct.”
I groan and scrub my face with my hands.
"Oh, come on, Sparks. It’s not that bad, the sex is going to be hotter than hot."
"They... it's just... we just got back together and I don't know what I'm doing."
"That's life, my friend. No one does. You just have to go with the flow."
"Flow?" I scoff. "I feel like I’ve been tossed into a hurricane featuring war, mysterious powers, and a troop of stupid sexy super-soldiers!"
She snorts at my alliteration and sits next to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. "Yeah, but you've got those four big, stupid sexy super-soldiers to protect you, right?"
"I think one of them would rather shove meintothe hurricane than save me."
She looks down at the fading mark on my throat and winces.
“Well, I’d say you still have some time before your Omega takes control and you’re at the complete mercy of your instincts, so better go do some relationship repair work while you can.”
I nod. She’s right. I don’t have control over much in my life. Not my awakening body, not my Pack mates, not my new powers, not my ability to find my friends… but I can take what time I have and make the most of it.
