I doze on and off while Sage sleeps, and the alphas take the opportunity to get more food and water.
“You good, Sour Patch?” Vee whispers. Her fingers on my scalp are decadent and if I could purr, it’d be the loudest beta purr she’s ever heard.
“Dead,” I mumble, and Brooks rumbles a soft chuckle from Sage’s other side.
“Rest,” Vee says.
Unfortunately, that’s about when Sage starts to stir. She’s not quite awake yet, but her hands start petting the hair onBrooks’ chest, and we all tense as we wait to see if she’ll fall back asleep, or wake and request more.
“I can’t,” I whine. Of course, I’ve already said that three times, but as soon as our omega turns her pretty, pleading face on me, I’m done for.
And it turns out, I can: For her, I can every single time.
I’d facepalm if I wasn’t so tired. Gotta save my strength.
Sage opens eyes that are significantly more lucid than they have been for days, and we all crowd around her.
“Hi, Petal,” Brooks says, and Sage smiles up at him. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” she practically purrs, stretching her arms above her head and arching like a cat. “Happy.”
We all freeze, staring at her, but she doesn’t seem to notice. My heart skips a beat at her words, and I can’t take my eyes off her. Does she not realize how significant that is? That not only is she happy, but she’s happyduringa heat?
Brooks clears his throat, but his voice is still raspy with emotion when he speaks. “I’m so glad to hear that, Sage. Think you can manage some food and a bath?”
She frowns. “Only if you come with me.”
Now we’re frowning, too. I don’t think our tub can fit him in addition to another person, no matter how tiny that person is.
“Of course I’ll come, and maybe Riley can get in the tub with you?”
I perk up. That actually sounds amazing. Soaking my sore muscles while soaping up our girl?Can do.
We manage to get her to eat a handful of blueberries, half a chocolate protein bar, a couple of her “nutritious candies” whatever the hell that is, and drink half a bottle of vitamin water before she starts turning her nose up.
“No, too full,” she says. “No more.”
Honestly, getting her to eatthat much is a win. Now she’s leaning back against my chest in the tub, and I swipe my soapy hands over her pert breasts. She pushes them into my palms, and I heft their slight weight. She’s filled out a little more in the weeks since moving in with us, but she’s still tiny.
Those other alphas were definitely not letting her eat enough.
I quickly change the trajectory of my thoughts before my scent sours, latching onto Vee’s words as she brings up a new topic from the opposite side of the bathroom.
“Is there anything we haven’t done so far during your heat that you want to do, Sage?”
She instantly flushes, pink streaking up her cheeks and down her neck. My eyes widen. There’s definitely something she wants.
“Ooooh, perfect omega. Please tell us, I need to know what’s turning you that pretty shade of pink,” I say, plumping her breasts as I lean forward to nip at her ear. Her hair is piled in a messy bun on top of her head to avoid getting it wet, as there’s no way she’ll sit still long enough for us to wash or dry it.
Sage squirms in my lap, biting her lip. But then words are spilling out of her pouty mouth.
“I want you all together, too. Not just with me.”
“Who do you want to see together?” Vee asks, ever the practical one.
“You and Brooks,” Sage instantly replies.
I hum, maybe that’s the way to get answers out of her. Asking more specific questions.
