“Don’t leave me.” I lift my head enough so that I can look at Davis, Alexander, and Mason. “I want all of you to stay. Talk in here, if you want, but I’d like it if you stayed.”
“We can do that, omega,” Alexander reassures me, his hand closing around my ankle and squeezing before he pulls off my shoe. “For now, get some sleep while you can.”
Even if I wanted to stay awake for longer, my body wouldn’t allow me to. I fall asleep to the rumble of their voices, content and safe.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Alexander
“We’re really going to have sex with them for the first time during Crew’s heat?” I ask hesitantly.
Mason runs a hand through his hair. “While not ideal, what are we going to do? Tell him no, we won’t help him through his heat? That he and Kiara have to wait another three months before we’ll bond with them?”
“Fuck that noise,” Davis snarls. “They’ve made it clear they want to be with us, and they want us to be a pack. We’re just going to get thrown into the deep end of intimacy.”
“Right. Of course, we wouldn’t tell him no. It just seems…weird, right? We’ve been taking things slow, and now, it’s bam! Time to have sex.” My eyes follow Crew and Kiara’s path from their bedroom into the nest next door.
While the room Crew is using for his nest wasn’t meant to be a nest, it’s the best we have available at Pack Owens’s house.If only we had our pack house done, we could’ve brought Crew there for our first heat together.
None of this is happening the way I expected it to.
Although I don’t think any of us could’ve expected this.
Crew sticks his head out of the nest room, a snarl on his handsome face. “Shirts. Now.”
All three of us move as one, stripping off our shirts and hurrying over to hand them over. Glancing inside, I find Kiara barely holding back her laughter.
“Naked, Kiki. Now.” Crew pushes against her shoulder until she falls back into the nest he allowed her to help him build.
“Looks like I better go grab the protein and electrolyte drinks now.” Davis glances into the nest once more before hurrying down the stairs.
Mason’s hand is back in his hair as he tugs at it, his breathing picking up as Crew’s peach and bourbon scent nearly overwhelms us. There’s a very good chance both of us are going to end up in a rut during his heat. We’re both already riding the damn edge.
Having your scent-matched omega go into heat does something to an alpha.
I’m not sure I like it, and I’m hoping it’s only this bad because we’re not bonded yet.
Although that’ll be remedied shortly.
Crew has been slipping in and out of what Kiara has been calling his feral omega stage. She swears up and down he’ll slip out of it for the first part of the heat at least.
Here’s hoping because I’d rather he be aware as we bond with him.
Then it’ll be up to me and Mason to not slip into a rut before we bond.
My eyes lock on Kiara as she strips off her tee and shorts, leaving her only in her panties, and I have to bite back a growl. She’s even more gorgeous than I thought she’d be.
“Damn.” A glance at Mason shows he’s staring at Kiara just as hard as I am.
I’m so focused on the beta that I nearly jump back when Crew seemingly appears out of nowhere, just suddenly standing in the doorway. It takes me a moment to realize he’s naked too.
“Double damn,” Mason murmurs, and I hum my agreement.
Kiara and Crew are both gorgeous in their own ways. Kiara is feminine beauty, while Crew is masculine beauty. If someone asked me at gunpoint which I preferred, I don’t know that I’d be able to choose—thank fuck we don’t have to.
“Where’s Davis?” Crew asks, hands on his hips.
“Uh…he ran downstairs to grab drinks to put in the mini fridge.”