“Who else?” I ask.
“You and Brooks,” she says again, this time referring to me instead of Neveah.
My eyes meet Brooks’ and I grin at him. He looks nervous, but he doesn’t need to be. If anyone should be nervous, it’sme. I’m the one who has to somehow accommodate that massive log between his legs.
“We can do that,” I say, stroking my hands down her waist to her hips.
“What else do you want us to do?”
“No more bath,” Sage says, rising to a wobbly stand between my legs and holding her arms out to Brooks.
I guess our moments of lucidity are done. Good thing we got her to eat earlier.
Brooks wraps her in a fluffy towel, but to our horror, her eyes turn glassy and her lower lip starts to wobble.
“What, Petal? What is it?” Brooks sounds frantic, and I don’t blame him.
“Hurts,” she says, batting at the towel.
He immediately unwraps her and she slumps, then starts swiping her hands at the water droplets covering her.
“I don’t like it,” she says, an omega whine underlying her voice. “No, it’s not right.”
I have no idea what to do, but she looks ready to have another breakdown, so I do the only thing I can think of. I step out from the tub and wrap my arms around her, then suck her earlobe into my mouth and nibble on it.
Her whines quiet and her body relaxes into me, both of us dripping water all over the floor.
“Quick, grab me one of your t-shirts,” Vee whispers to Brooks. “One of the worn cotton ones.”
He steps out, his bulk having been blocking most of the bathroom, and Neveah moves forward to join us.
“I’m going to wipe Brooks’ scent all over you so you’re covered in it again, okay?”
Sage immediately straightens and holds her arms out straight like a scarecrow, her chin tilted up and legs spread so Neveah can reach every inch of her. I hold in a chuckle.
My alpha is a genius.
I grab a towel to quickly dry myself while Sage is distracted being “covered in Brooks’ scent” AKA getting dried off with the t-shirt he grabbed, and then we’re back in the nest.
“Alphas,” Sage demands. “Alphas together.”
Vee quirks a grin at Brooks, eyeing his hard and ready cock. I’m definitely ready for this show. I don’t think Brooks knows what he’s getting into.
“I don’t bottom,” Vee says, raising one sculpted eyebrow at him. “You okay with that, big guy?”
“I can handle you,” he rumbles, a challenge in his tone.
Ohhhhh boy. He’s in for it now.
“Alphas!” Sage shrieks, gaining all of our attention again as we turn to her with wide eyes. “Now.”
I have to slap my hand over my mouth to avoid laughing. I don’t think omegas normally demand thatotherpeople fuck during their heats, but I’m certainly not unhappy about this arrangement. Brooks lays on his back and curls two fingers at Vee.
“No,” Sage says, stopping us all in our tracks. “Not right.”
“What’s not—” Brooks attempts to stand, but Sage is scrambling over to him, much to his clear confusion. “Do you?—”
She tugs at a blanket underneath him, and he rolls to allow her to rearrange it. Then she snags a couple pillows from next to her and places them along his side opposite from us.
