Rhys gathered the bedsheets and towels, and led the way through the house to the laundry room down the corridor. He tossed the armload into the washing machine.
I’d never seen an Alpha do menial house chores before, but I was hoping the shock didn’t show on my face. He did it with such mindless ease, it was clear he wasn’t trying to impress me.
He steered us into the living room with an open-plan kitchen. “Make yourself at home, and I’ll get the box.”
Chapter Eleven
Sol
Ieyed the light-brown couch that looked new, and touched the slick trickling down my thighs. For the first time in my life, I didn’t want to make a piece of furniture dirty. Why did I care?
If I could set fire to every sofa at Dryden’s house, I would. But so far, Rhys’s place was a sanctuary for me and deserved more respect. I snagged a soft throw from a pile on a nearby chair, draped it over the couch, then sat on it. Being covered with a blanket had been annoying, but sitting on one was not. All the heat stuff made so little sense.
My ass was uncomfortable in a weird way. Not sore, but rather empty.
Rhys carried a sizable box and deposited it on the floor with a grunt. “There are two more like that.” He shook his head, but the smile on his face put me at ease. “What did you order?”
I smirked and pulled on the string to rip the black box open. “Only necessities.”
“Of course.” Rhys brought in the remaining parcels and sat next to me, as naked as I was.
The top layer comprised a stack of nutritional food packets. I grabbed one and read the ingredients, which included mostly protein, vitamins, and vegetable extracts. “Here goes nothing.” I unscrewed the tiny cap and squeezed some into my mouth.
“How is it?” Rhys opened another box, but didn’t look inside.
“Much better than I expected. Like a veggie shake.” I smacked my lips and slurped the rest. Since my digestion slowed down for the duration of the heat, I had to be careful what I ate. Food made specifically for this occasion was my best shot at having enough energy and no stomach aches.
Rhys grimaced. “Would you like me to prepare something else for you? I have steak or can whip up a risotto.”
“No, thanks. I’d rather stick to the nutrition packets and check out the goodies we got.” I fiddled with the pouch in my hands. “But it’s nice of you to offer.”
“No problem. I’ll be right back.” Rhys kissed my head and walked toward the kitchen.
What was that? I touched my hair where his lips had been. The spontaneous tenderness from him was throwing me off my game. I needed him to service me and let me go, not stir some warm and very dangerous feelings in me.
Focus, Sol.
I dug into the next box and paused. It was full of hermetically sealed sex toys labeled “ready to use”. What a relief. Everything in these boxes was focused on catering to omegas in heat and saving our time and sanity.
A cramp spread through my abdomen, forcing me to bend over with a hiss. The small butt plug I was holding landed on the wooden panels with a dull thump.
“Are you okay?” Rhys’s voice sounded worried from afar, and he was next to me within a moment.
He kneeled on the floor and caressed my back in soothing strokes.
“My insides hurt,” I said.
“Can I help?”
“I want to be full but the wave is not here yet so there’s no point in knotting.” Wrapping my hands around my waist, I sat up. “I feel as if I’ve been dunked in horny juice and left in it long enough for every fiber of my body to crave contact. Maybe I need a distraction and more stimulation to keep me still.”
“How about this?” Rhys was on one knee in front of me, holding the plug he’d picked off the floor like an engagement ring. I’d laugh if I weren’t so frustrated.
“It’s too small to stay in. Not when I’m in this state.” I gestured to the slick on the inside of my thighs.
Rhys reached into the box and pulled out a different plug. “How about this one?”
The blue silicone teardrop with a wide base was thicker than my fist, but not as big as Rhys’s.
