A hot shower will snap me back.
And maybe another round of that tea from Dr. Quinn.
I quickly strip off my clothes, fold them up to set off to the side. Pickles hops into the mass of blankets and pillows I have on the floor, and I turn on my television for him to have something to watch. I crank the shower water valve as far as I can to the left so that the hot water quickly steams up the small bathroom.
The sound of running water fills the space, cocooning me, and I tilt my head back to inhale the steam. To try to cleanse my palate from the swirling scent of Alphas that have hovered around me for much too long today.
It doesn’t work.
Their scents cling to me, ghosting across my senses like fingerprints I can’t scrub away. Walker’s intensity. Eli’s warmth. Knox’s bright curiosity. My Omega stretches, restless inside of me.
Instincts I haven’t felt in a very long time tug their way to the surface. Instincts I’ve spent years keeping leashed ever since my last pack rejected me.
I can’t put myself out there again.
I’m not ready.
“Come on,” I whisper to myself as the shivering mounts. “You can do this. Just hold strong. A nice hot shower, some tea, and a bit of quiet will do you some good.”
My pep talk doesn’t work.
Slick dribbles from between my legs and a whimper bubbles up the back of my throat. I lean my forehead against the tile and close my eyes, drawing in deep breaths. I feel my shoulders rising. I feel the flush of my skin creeping deeper into my body. Every time I shift, I feel how sensitive I am.
I just have to let it pass.
I have to let this burn out of me.
“You can do this,” I whisper to myself. “Stay strong.”
The longer I stand under the running hot water, however, the more my mind escapes to places it shouldn’t go. I think of Eli and that kind smile of his. The way he raised his hand, and how large his hand had been. I envision his hand cupping my breast, his thumb gracing over my puckered peak.
I moan as my hand slides up toward the removable shower head.
I think of Walker and his commanding nature. How he always knows what needs to happen. That stoic face of his that seems to hide a grin that would look amazing upon his lips. I groan as my nipples pull taut.
I squeeze my thighs together, an electrical current of energy rushing through my hips. I think of Knox and those overalls of his. How they sling low on his hips, held up by only his tool belt. Those strong forearms of his, shown off in the flannel he keeps rolled up to his elbows.
“Maybe just one orgasm,” I say breathlessly as I flip through the settings of the showerhead, listening to the clicks.
Until the stream of water is thin and pressurized.
Yeah. An orgasm will set me right again.
I bet Walker’s a growler. I bet Eli sweet talks his Omegas. I bet Knox is a dirty talker. He seems like one. I ease myself down onto the tile of my shower and let my legs fall open. I tease myself with the stream of water, running it up my thighs and smelling just how strong my scent is.
Being around the three of them in that kitchen billowed their scents around me in a way that made me want to burrow into all three of them.
I want their scents everywhere.
I want a nest with them in it.
“Oh, yeah,” I whimper as the stream of water moves up my slit.
Eli’s lips are plump. I bet they’d feel warm against my skin. I close my eyes and imagine him kissing the nape of my neck. Leaving little love bites in his wake. I see Knox’s strong hands, lifting me until I’m staked right on Walker’s thick cock.
My clit throbs. My thighs quiver. The stream of water moves through my folds, tickling the tip of my oversensitive clit, and my hips begin to buck.
This won’t take long.
