“Standing in the kitchen trying to figure out what to do.” I answer, closing my eyes and enjoying the increasing buzz of my heat. “How are you calling me?” I ask unexpectedly.
“Really? You have to ask? Money, Raney, gets you whatever you need.”
“Well, I need you,” I say as I pout.
“No, you don’t, you little vixen. You want me. And that turns me on more than life itself. Get your phone charger, and the laptop, and get your ass over to Puck’s house…we’re going to be busy.”
“What?”
Of course, the call drops out. And I fucking hustle. All of a sudden, the thought of being in Puck’s house, surrounded by his petrichor scent while Koz talks dirty in my ear brings another larger, more insistent wave of my incoming heat. Instead of spasms and cramps, whispered promises of pleasure takes their place.
I charge out of the house, scaring the crap out of Andrea, but I giggle like a guilty school kid as I dash past her, completely focused on getting set up before Koz calls me back. Is it inappropriate that I’m going to ride my heat out in Puck’s bed? You fucking bet it is. But at the same time, he’s away at camp, so by the time he’s back, in theory I could air his room out, wash his sheets and remove all traces of me… or I could leave his room with my scent everywhere as a reminder of our earlier chat.
“Both ways work.” I chuckle as I reach his door, unsurprised to find the door unlocked. There’s not much privacy at the compound but there’s this rule if the door’s closed it means rack off.
I guess I didn’t really think through what would happen standing in a place saturated in his scent, and by fucking god, I pretty much stand there struck with my mouth hanging open as it all but assaults me. In his house, it’s like Puck is standing in front of me, his scent raining down on me like a torrential downpour. It’s so heady and intoxicating being saturated by his smell but it’s so much more intense because his house is ingrained with his undeniable presence. I can feel him in every room, on every piece of furniture, on each inch of the floor, and it feels like a slow burning caress over my skin.
And then my genetics take over, my clothes drop where they fall as I move towards his bed where his scent is the most intense. My mouth waters, and my low throb of earlier aches in anticipation. Despite my earlier freak out, I actually enjoy my heats. Handled right, it’s a short and intense period of heady pleasure with mind-blowing orgasms. Handled badly, it still isn’t as painful or debilitating as physical therapy.
Puck’s bed is the opposite of what I thought it would be. The cover, pillows and sheets are like a glassy shimmering sea of indigo and vibrant violet, and the visual is as visceral as his scent and presence; overwhelming. His bed is huge and takes up the entire side of the room. And for fuck’s sake, my omega soul luxuriates, and I’m sure I whine out loud at how thick and soft the carpet is under my bare feet. Without a word of a lie, it’s what I think walking on a floor of cotton balls would feel like: super soft and luxurious.
A vibration of my phone snaps me back into focus, instead of me getting deliriously lost in a place of colours, scents, and textures. I start talking as I answer, knowing it will be him.
“Koz, seeing the boys again… it’s weird. A good weird. Mostly anyway. Reid, not so much. I told him to go fuck himself.”
Even without seeing him, I can feel the way he’s leaning closer to me, a filthy, almost predatory smile on his face. “Good for you, Raney. Are you asking me for my permission?”
“No. Yes… kind of, but not really. You’d be furious if I asked you for your permission, but they smell right, and I…” I admit, as I fall backwards onto Puck’s glorious bed. The softness against my skin making me shiver, while his scent has my body needing a release.
“It’s time to start finding your pack. Now this bullshit is done. You choose, as my omega, you choose who we invite in. But, kitten, you do know I will not share you with another person, don’t you?”
I cherish how honest Koz is; he is unapologetically selfish, demanding and slightly obsessed. I rub my body all over Puck’s bed while talking with him, imagining them both near me is a real fucking turn on. I barely stifle a soft moan before I answer him. “How does that work, Koz? It seems like a bit of a contradiction.”
“Bullshit, micina. You are an omega; we’ve always said our ‘pack’ would grow. And that time is now, although you are right about one thing I need to clarify for you, and for anyone who takes their place next to you. When I’m with you, I will not share you,” he finishes with a growl.
“I wish you were here.”
“Me too. Now, it seems I’ve been blessed with a few necessary amenities while Giuseppe and Dominic work out the finer details of my release.”
“Like?”
“A fucking device with a screen. Spread your legs, Raney, show me my pussy, in all its beautiful wet glory. I’m going to get you ready for your sweet surprise.”
“Any hints?”
He laughs, and a moment later, a ping comes through. “Set the laptop up where I can watch.”
Flicking our call to hands-free, I go to set up the laptop on Puck’s bedside table, making myself completely at home. He’s got everything set up so neatly. I stretch over his bed and am greeted with a photo of me.
I drop the laptop, nearly fucking breaking it by the sounds.
“What’s happening?” Koz barks.
I gasp in shock, sitting up ramrod straight. “He’s got a photo of me here, Koz. I can’t do this… isn’t it a bit fucking weird I’m naked and slithering in his bed like a damn snake?”
“Raney, it’s not fucking weird. It would be weird if Puck knotted you in King’s bed… but in his, I’m thinking it will be better for you both.”
“What?” I gush out breathlessly.
