Gabriel
Gabriel was awakened from a light doze by a pitiful whine. He sat upright immediately, the sound tugging on his instincts. It meant he needed to take care of his omega.
His temporary pretend omega, that was.
Gabriel liked thinking of it that way. It was temporary pretending, because Genesis would really be his omega soon. He was sure of it.
The thought filled him with fierce pride and gratitude. He couldn’t believe the universe deemed him worthy to feel something so purely joyful twice in his life. He’d believed he was finding his way back to himself, and that healing felt like enough. It was enough to finally be okay. But this? Pack Rossi’s connection with Genesis was beyond anything Gabriel had imagined for himself. This unexpected chance at happiness was worth all the pain and heartache he’d endured.
Genesis whimpered again and Gabriel reached for her, turning on the bedside lamp with his other hand. In the soft light, he could see that her pretty face was twisted with discomfort, and she was clutching her stomach. Gabriel’s heart ached in response. It hurt him to see her in pain.
“Shh, come here, Cariño,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms. “We knew this was coming and we’re prepared for it. Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re going to take care of you.”
Gabriel purred, rubbing her back, her arms, her hair. She calmed a little, turning her face into his chest and pressing closer breathing deeply. Gabriel grabbed his phone and sent a quick text to tell his packmates to get their asses to the cottage, then turned his undivided attention back to his omega.
Genesis looked up at him with glassy, unfocused eyes. Her skin was flushed and feverish, and her perfume was thick in the air. She was almost lost to her heat. Gabriel knew it wouldn’t be long until she would want nothing but cock and cum.
“This hurts like hell,” she panted through gritted teeth. “It wasn’t like this on suppressants.”
“I know,” Gabriel murmured reassuringly. “We’re going to make the pain stop. It’s going to feel good soon, I promise. Lay back, baby.”
Genesis did as he commanded, leaning back against the pillows and regarding him with wide, trusting eyes. Gabriel scooted down the bed, spreading her legs and positioning himself between them. He loved eating her pussy. Her jasmine, orange, and honey scent was mirrored in her taste—sweet with just a bit of tartness beneath. He loved feeling her thick thighs wrapped around his head, loved the way she soaked his face and moaned his name in her husky voice.
He buried his face in her cunt, finding it already dripping, and inhaled deeply. Now that her heat had begun, her scent was so much more intense. The potency of it made his head swim andhis cock swell. Gabriel’s mouth watered, anticipating how good she would taste.
“Please, Gabriel,” Genesis whined.
He didn’t keep her waiting, lapping slick from her folds in long, firm strokes. She bucked against his mouth, burying her hands in his hair. Gabriel growled when she tugged it hard enough to hurt. He licked his way down her slit, then plunged his tongue into her pussy, loving the warm, tight feel of it.
He heard the cottage door open and close as he suckled Genesis’s clit. Her hoarse scream of pleasure greeted whichever of his packmates had entered. From the casual, deliberate steps, Gabriel knew it had to be Lando.
Gabriel worked two fingers into her slippery warmth. She moaned, clenching around his fingers and drenching his hand. They were definitely going to put the brand-new slick-wicking bedding to the test. Of course, Orlando had bought more in anticipation of her heat. He’d also purchased an obscene number of pillows and other soft bits for her to choose from when her nesting instinct kicked in.
Genesis had insisted his purchases weren’t necessary. During the mild breakthrough heats she’d had more and more often as her suppressants grew less effective, she’d simply cocooned herself in bed, taking sleeping pills and painkillers with her omega vitamin water. During her brief hours of wakefulness, her cramps had been manageable with the pain meds and her collection of sex toys.
“Once, in my early twenties, I let a hot, dumb frat boy beta talk me into letting him and a friend tend me during my heat. Even with toys and strap-on knots, it didn’t go well at all. They couldn’t keep up,” Genesis had told them, grimacing at the memory. “They stuck around the whole time, sleeping way more than me and eating everything in my damn fridge. Their lazinessmade them decent cuddlers, but even then, I never felt much of an urge to nest.”
Gabriel had tried not to imagine ripping the beta frat boys’ throats out for putting Genesis through so much pain and discomfort just so they could live out their childish, fetishy fantasies. There were plenty of toxic and/or immature beta guys that liked the idea of insatiable sex-crazed omegas and week-long fuck fests, but they couldn’t handle the real thing. Betas simply couldn’t comprehend the responsibility that came with tending an omega through her heat.
Which was one reason Lando had gone overboard with the shopping. He and Gabriel had come to the unspoken agreement that Genesis would have every comfort for her first experience being tended by alphas. They’d decided that she’d be most comfortable in her own room in the cottage, but it was going to be a tight fit for Pack Rossi in the loft’s king bed. They’d mostly taken turns tending their temporary omegas in the past, but Gabriel knew he had no intention of leaving Genesis’s side until her heat passed. He was pretty sure Lando felt the same.
When she was theirs, she’d have a pack-sized nest in the massive, unused bedroom Gabriel had designed for a situation he didn’t think they’d ever actually be in. When he’d sketched out the light, airy space with its double king bed, huge closets, and luxurious ensuite bathroom, he’d told himself it was for resale value, or for whoever Luke passed the property to, but now he knew better. It was for Genesis.
Lando strolled into the loft, taking in the situation quickly with his cool, keen gaze. His nostrils flared, catching her perfume, and Gabriel felt a surge of excitement, need, protectiveness, and concern spike through the pack bond. Lando maintained his composure, however, keeping his distance from their omega until he was sure everything was properly prepared.
He nodded approvingly at them, then began setting up the rest of the space while Gabriel licked and finger-fucked Genesis through a couple of orgasms. Lando closed the loft’s bamboo sliders, cutting it off from the rest of the cottage and giving it a safe, more contained feel, then went downstairs to stock the refrigerator with the supplies he’d brought from the main house. Marco had put together an assortment of easy, quick meals for Pack Rossi, and Andrea had ordered plenty of top-of-the-line omega nutrient water for Genesis.
When Lando returned, his arms were full of bedding. He was on his third load when Genesis finally noticed him. She’d come down from her second orgasm, and her eyes were a bit clearer for the moment. She rolled onto her side, and Gabriel tucked himself behind her, knowing the skin-to-skin contact would be comforting for her. Or maybe he just couldn’t get enough of touching her.
“I guess it doesn’t matter if I say you bought way too much,” Genesis said with that familiar snark in her voice.
Lando smiled, crossed to the bed, and bent to kiss her. “It doesn’t matter in the slightest. We’re courting you, which means you get the best, and we get the satisfaction of giving it to you.”
“What if I don’t use it?” Genesis bit her lip anxiously.
“Then you don’t use it,” Orlando replied with a shrug. “We save it or donate it or set it on fire. We can certainly afford it, and our feelings won’t be hurt if you don’t feel like nesting. It’ll happen when the time is right. And when it comes to your comfort, I’d rather be safe than sorry. We just want to make sure you have everything you might need. I like to be thorough.”
“That’s an understatement,” Gabriel whispered to Genesis, loud enough for Lando to hear. Genesis giggled. “He once made an intricate spreadsheet just to decide which brand of tissue to stock the house with. Prices, reviews, softness versus durability formulas, the whole nine yards.”
