‘Amazing?’I signed, brushing her heavy wet curls away from her back as I drew the word into her back with my free hand.
Juneau nodded, laughing. “Amazing is a pretty good word for it,” she agreed.
“Jesus fucking Christ in a hand basket,” I heard someone who sounded suspiciously like Bat mutter on the other side of the door. It was clear that they had spent the past few minutes eavesdropping on us.
I grinned to myself as I listened to the rumble of their voices. Jesus fucking Christ was right. The guys had no idea what was in store over the next few days of Juneau’s heat, and I couldn’t wait to show them that two omegas were definitely better than one.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
IdozedonPodcast’schests for a few moments more, my body feeling like a pile of jelly from our coupling.
Everything about it had been perfect. Soul shatteringly perfect.
But as soon as my body began to calm down, the heat cramps to demand more, always more. During my heats in 1915 I had always felt empty, my insides hungry for the feel ofsomething. I’d always managed it with the polished wooden cocks that all omegas owned but kept hidden like a dirty secret.
Now? Now rather than hungry, I feltinsatiable. “More,” I muttered, rolling my hips against Podcast who sucked a breath in through his nose.
‘I need a couple of minutes to rest,’he signed, the corners of his lips turning up as he stood on shaky legs, lifting me with him as he stepped out of the tub.
The condom hung off of the tip of his cock and I watched as he pulled it off and tied it off, tossing it in the little trashcan next to the toilet.
Something deep inside me mourned the loss of feeling his seed fill me, but I understood the need for protection. It had been my choice after all.
There was a knock at the door. “You two alive in there?” Doc’s voice was muffled.
I glanced up at Podcast who just shrugged.‘It’s your show, honey,’he said as he grabbed a towel and started to dry the both of us off with it.
“Yes, we’re alive,” I called, my voice sounding creakier than it had when Storm carried me into the bathroom almost an hour ago.
“Though I think you may have been trying to kill me,” I said to Podcast in a quieter voice as he toweled off his hair.
Podcast smirked, clearly proud of his performance. He headed over to the door, full of swagger, and opened the door. He was completely naked but didn’t seem to mind it as he grinned cheekily up at Doc who took one inhale of the bathroom and made a strangled growling noise.
“Nest is ready for her,” the poor alpha managed to get out as he whirled around and retreated down the hallway.
Bat whistled as he poked his head into the room. “I didn’t know you had it in you, kid,” the tattooed alpha said, voice full of respect. He grinned at Podcast and held up his fist for the omega to bump with his own.
At that moment my heat decided to remind me that it was still very much happening. I whimpered as quietly as possible as my cramps returned with a vengeance.
“And that’s our cue to get our girl to her nest,” Bat said as he slid past Podcast, stepping into the room and scooping me up into his arms.
“Your wounds,” I protested weakly as he reentered the hallway.
“Are fine, sugar,” Bat reassured me as he carried me down the long corridor to my nest. “How are you feeling?”
“So empty,” I managed to say as I gave in to the need to be close with my alpha. I pressed my nose into his neck, searching for the space where his scent was the strongest and nibbled on it with my teeth.
“Sugar, if you want any chance of being able to put your nest together the way you like, I’d suggest you keep those little fucking teeth to yourself for now,” Bat told me with a grunt as he set me on wobbly legs in front of the open door of my nest.
All of my nesting materials were neatly piled in the corner of the nest, ready for me to rearrange. I jumped inside, my knees landing on the soft mattress as I tried to think about how I wanted it to look.
The pack hovered outside of my nest, respectful of my territory. I probably would have bitten any of them who tried to come in before I was ready.
Podcast, of course, was the exception to that rule. He reappeared in the doorway, carrying one of the comforters from his nest which smelled like him. I paused rifling through my nesting materials and gave him a cursory glance over my shoulder.
Podcast stood frozen for a moment, like he wasn’t sure what the rules were for an in-heat omega arranging her nest while her other omega partner was nearby. I didn’t know them either, but I knew that my inner-omega wanted him close.
Reaching up I tugged him into the nest. “Help me,” I told him and the tension was broken as we worked together to build my nest.
