I hum and stretch, wrinkling my nose at the mess we made between my thighs, slick and cum soaking into our clothes.
Grieves nuzzles into me, making a pleased rumbling sound. “Love that you smell like mine. That you smell like pack, bubbles.”
“My omega loves it too,” I admit. “But the rest of me isn’t so sure about napping in a wet spot.”
That makes both of them burst out laughing. And I’m not the least bit surprised when I join them.
Over the next few days, we settle into a routine.
And it’s one that I hate for its simplicity.
I sleep until mid-morning, wake up to Piers somehow magically making breakfast for me, at just the exact right time. I eat and drink coffee, chat with whatever pack members are in the apartment—usually Piers and Courtland, sometimes Grieves if I’ve slept past the time he returns from the gym, Thayer is there frequently, but never Forsythe. I do yoga and meditation, usually accompanied by whoever is in the apartment as well. We all shower and clean up, and settle into the nest Grieves built for me in the living room to watch something, or I sketch designs while the others read, or look over schedules or… I don’t actually know. We spend all day doing that. Sometimes I facetime withHaven and her pack, working on getting my business up and running. I honestly don't know what I would do without them.
But I definitely wouldn’t be having heaps of fabric samples sent to me, or manufacturers lined up for whenever I’m ready to pull the trigger on getting samples of my products made, so I can check for fit and quality.
There are no repeats of my first day here. No dry humping myself into an orgasm on any of the cocks present. And they are very much present. At any given moment, I think I’m surrounded by at least two erections, if not four.
They do nothing to hide them from me either, almost proudly displaying their tented pants for me, likesee what you do to us? See how hard just being around you makes us?
It's a temptation I can’t afford, and I’m finding it more and more difficult to ignore it.
I never go outside.
I never step foot outside of this massive apartment that on the surface has everything I should need, but still feels like a cage.
Two days pass like that.
Three.
Four.
The pack starts having hushed conversations that cut off when I enter the room.
I start to feel a little crazy, even with the vast space available to me. Even if I only have to mention wanting something and it appears within the hour no matter the time day. Ice cream. Fish and chips. A new drawing pad. Colored pencils. New leggings. Soft socks.
I want for nothing.
And still, it doesn’t feel right.
Episode 22: The Knave of Hearts Steals a Tart
Courtland
Sneaking around in the early morning hours has never been my favorite thing. Even though I’ve done it countless times before. Normally, it’s me sneaking in after a night out, drinking, fucking, just having an all-around good time. Or after I’ve been in my studio working for hours on end.
But very rarely do I purposefully get up this early, when the sky is still dark and almost no one else is awake. It's just not in my nature.
But today, this morning, I want to take my little pixie somewhere, and the best time to do it and remain unseen is now.
The flat is silent as I creep down the hall to the main suite, to the room we made Florence take even though she wasn’t certain she wanted it. But if it was made for anyone, it was made for her. The giant bed big enough for our entire pack, the even bigger walk-in closet—already stuffed to the gills with designerclothing for her when we got here—the attached nest that I keep on hoping she’ll claim for herself.
But knowing she doesn’t feel safe enough to do that.
Not when it comes to our pack.
The main suite is silent when I slip through the door and make my way on silent feet to her bedside. Dim light filters through the window from the street outside, barely illuminating my omega where she’s curled on her side, at the very edge of the bed.
Something about that, about how small she’s making herself, taking up the barest amount of space in the huge bed, makes my heart clench painfully. My omega should never feel the need to do that, to diminish herself even in sleep.
