There’s a frenzy of moderators in the hallway, and I approach one.
“We need access to our Omega’s stateroom. She needs a few items.”
The Beta wipes his brow, and I take it that no one on this godforsaken ship really considered what a code pink would look like.
“I need to get my manager,” he says, and I glare at them.
“Now. We need access now,” Forrest says, pointing his big finger at the man.
The Beta makes some sort of painful noise in their throat as he leads us into the Omega only elevator. He scans his badge and we enter.
Security is puzzled when we enter the level, but the Beta explains and leads us to Claire’s room, unlocking it.
Forrest makes a rucksack of everything that’s currently on her bed, as I tug the mattress off the bed.
“What are you doing?” the Beta moderator gasps.
“Have you been in that disgusting looking suite? And have you seen my Omega?” I grate, dragging the mattress on the floor down the hall. The Beta looks like he’s going to shit himself as we all squeeze into the elevator.
“We’ll drop these off and then go grab mine and Well’s bed,” Forrest says easily. “Then we’ll swing by your room and get some of your things. If the nest smells more like all of us, maybe it will help soothe her.”
He says all of this as we look over at the mattress at one another and the Beta is pressed against the glass of the elevator.
The man lets out a sigh of relief when the doors open. We use our wristbands to get back into the nest and plop the mattress on the ground.
Claire doesn’t even notice our arrival. Wells has her laid out on the floor devouring her pussy. Forrest and I stare for a moment, and as much as I want that to be my face right now, Wells offers the perfect distraction.
We slip back out of the nest, Forrest going to his room and me to mine. Along the way, I run into a housekeeping cart and I grab as many clean sheets as possible before gathering what I need from my room and head back to the nest.
The room smells so much like Claire it’s hard to think.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Wells tells Claire as he fingers her pussy and eats her out at the same time.
Focus, I tell myself as Forrest and I use every available space on the ground to make a massive floor bed. We cover it in a mix of our clothes, what was on Claire’s bed, and some waterproof blankets.
Forrest takes one wall while I take another, doing our best to cover the offensively decorated ‘nest’.
When we’re done, Forrest and I look at each other with a grimace. I’m pretty sure it looks worse than when we started. In that small little moment, I don’t hate him as much. We were able to work together to get this done. Claire had a need, and we made it happen.
Maybe everyday life could be like that?
But as Claire comes on Wells’ face and he crawls up her body, she already seems like she’s in better spirits.
“Do you want to see what your Alphas did for you?” he says, helping lift her up so she can see the room.
Some of the tension slips away from her muscles as she gives us a watery smile. I have to hold back a laugh, because I know Claire thinks it’s hideous, but maybe since she’s succumbed further into heat, the appearance of her nest doesn’t matter as much.
“It smells like your pack in here,” Wells says, and it lights Claire up.
She still has the tight shirt she was wearing to play pickleball on, her skirt somewhere lost in the room from Wells eating her out, her dark hair in a long ponytail that’s slightly askew.
“Come here, baby. Let your pack take care of you,” I say, undressing myself.
There’s a moment of awkwardness for me with being naked around these two men I hardly know, let alone knowing what exactly is about to happen in this room.
But as I look at Claire, a lot of that tentativeness goes away. She needs me and that’s all that matters right now.
Her long ponytail swishes as she rakes her nails down my chest and pushes me against the bed.