I eye her warily. I’m pretty sure that’s not right, but I’m also not an omega, so I could very well be wrong.
“I’ll be right back.” Instead of texting the group, I drop a kiss on Sage’s head, then stand and leave the room to call Vee.
“Hey, Sour Patch. I’ll be home soon, just finishing up some paperwork,” she says, not giving me a chance to speak yet.
I pull the nest door closed behind me and lower my voice as I hurry down the hall.
“Cool, yeah. So. Sage says her heat doesn’t start until the cramps get bad or something? I don’t know, she’s talking weird. Is that right? Because,” I glance back behind me at the closed door, sure I’m not imagining things. I rush to get the words out before I get distracted by her scent, or she comes out and hears me talking about her.
“Her scent is so sweet, mostly vanilla, and she’s definitely got a fever. And her eyes look a little loopy? But she says she still has a day at least?—”
“Those fucking assholes.” Veegrowls. Full-on growls, and it’s terrifying. The hairs on my arms and back of my neck stand on end and a shudder runs down my spine.
I pull the phone from my ear to stare at it in shock. Vee doesn’t get mad, and when she does, she certainly doesn’t lose her cool. I haveneverheard her react to anything like that before.
“This is more of their bullshit,” Vee says, a door slamming in the background. “Get in there with her, I’m on my way. I’ll call Brooks, then get Dave in to cover the farm while we’re out.”
“So… It definitely is starting then?”
“Not starting. Already started.”
I look at the phone to see she hung up on me, probably to call Brooks, then turn to stare at the nest door with wide eyes.
Already started. No alphas in sight. Omega in denial.
Shit.
I can do this. Totally.
No problem.
Chapter Forty-Three
Brooks
I slam through the front door straight into a wall of intense honeyed vanilla and lavender. Panic has me tripping over the threshold and I nearly choke on my own tongue as I sprint up the stairs. My omega is in heat, and she needed me a half hour ago. I can’t believe I was out door-knocking instead of here with her.
When I get to the nest, the door is cracked open, moans and whimpers pouring out into the hallway.
I stop to take a deep breath, trying to center myself. I can’t go in there a mess, it’ll only set Sage off. No matter how unqualified I feel, I need to remember that Sage is what matters right now. Everything I’ve been reading the last month to prepare for this moment told me to trust my instincts, so that’s what I’m going to do.
On that note, I nudge the door wider, and my jaw falls open at the incredible sight before me.
Sage, spread out with her back leaning into Riley’s chest like a feast in the middle of the nest with not a stitch of clothing on. Her keening cries fill the air as she writhes underVee’s ministrations. She has her tongue between Sage’s legs, two fingers pumping in and out of her while Riley holds her legs spread open. Riley has his head dropped to Sage’s neck and is sucking what looks like the fifth mark into her skin, and Vee reaches around Sage’s leg to brush tender fingers along his arm.
They’re both naked, too. So much gorgeous skin on display. My cock is harder than it’s ever been, and desire swamps me, making me dizzy with the force of it.
“Jesus,” I murmur, stepping into the nest.
Sage senses me there, turning her face toward me even as Riley licks a stripe up her neck to nibble on her ear.
“Alpha,” Sage whimpers, shuddering and reaching out to me.
I strip off my clothes, then carefully crawl into the nest to join them.
“More,” she slurs.
I look over at Vee, my brows furrowed. Sage is too far gone for this to have only started thirty minutes ago.
