Guardians of Glitter Bomb Territory
I ached as Vatten walked out of the bedroom and headed into the kitchen. He was right, though. Breakfast was probably the best course of action. Since that was what he wanted to do it was our only course of action. I rolled across the bed and grabbed my phone from the nightstand to scroll through official group announcements.
Good to their word, Philip and Canton still had guards stationed on all the wells. Canton was running water purity tests on the wells still used at the farm. So far, every well tested was potable. Which was a relief. The farm also utilized rainwater collection, but rain wasn’t always reliable. They were in touch with the larger GGB council, but Canton had made it clear that the final decision on whether or not to fill in the older wells rested with him.
I kept scrolling. There hadn’t been another Pami sighting but there was a small note about Clarence Moonscale taking precautions and adding security measures to ensure that her absence continued.
After scrolling through the birth announcements and two true-mate meeting announcements, I switched over to my citizens’ app. Everyone called it something different, but itwas sort of like social media if its biggest purpose was to communicate and coordinate. Those of us who used it could easily let others know if we were available to help on projects, watch kids, etc. Usually, I was always down to help when I was in town. But I added the matingmoon and self-imposed house bound tag to my profile.
I also sent off a quick message to my sire so that Jacand wouldn’t randomly show up. I’d never hurt Jacand, rut or not, but I didn’t want to say the wrong thing and actually hurt the kid’s feelings. I also let Jade know because that meant I wouldn’t be able to stop by and help him out either. Then I reluctantly let Bernard know. We no longer lived together but it felt strange not to tell him. Anyone with the app who checked out my profile would probably put two and two together and realize I was in a rut. There was a rut tag but most people didn’t use it unless they were looking forhelpwith that particular ailment. I wasn’t sure if our first mate, Feral Moonscale, knew that people were using his groupwide app to broadcast they were DTF, but it happened.
“Kitchen?”my cat yawned.
I thought about going into the kitchen but didn’t trust myself not to interrupt whatever Vatten was cooking. So, I took a shower and took care of myself. Sure, my thoughts were all over Vatten and dripped down onto our mating link, but it was hard to keep them to myself when everything inside me craved him. I wanted to lick the salt from his skin and savor every bit of flavor on my tongue. I wanted to wrap around him and live in his skin if that was the only way to get close enough to him. Stroking off in the shower took the barest edge off but that was enough for me to towel off and go on into the kitchen wearing a different towel. I wasn’t about to bother with putting clothes on when I knew Iwouldn’t keep them on for long once Vatten was satisfied that we’d nourished ourselves enough.
The kitchen was a mingling aroma of fried eggs, bacon, toast, and the unmistakable tangy scent of Vatten’s arousal. He had to be so fucking slick. How was he concentrating on anything? How was the bacon not burnt?
“Because I want energy for this,” he said, picking up my thoughts over the mating link. “Plus, I wasn’t this hard up until some cat got into the shower and thought about fucking me just about every way imaginable. Just so you know, I’m not a cat. I am not liquid in a flesh suit. My hips don’t bend like that.” Amusement laced his words and I smiled as his ass swayed back and forth with his shifting weight as he tended the stove. Was this why people thought cooking omegas were sexy? Did they just want to watch their butts?
“If you weren’t in a rut and it wasn’t my butt after I volunteered to cook, I’d have something to say about all that, mister!” he said without looking at me. “I don’t think those old fashioned, small-pricked, megalomaniacs wanted to watch butts while people cooked. They wanted omegas to cook because they were entitled and--- I said I wasn’t going to say anything but now I’m on a row and I’d keep going but you’re amused! I am not hot when I’m all worked up!”
I laughed unable to stop my thoughts from pouring all over my mate. He was indeed hot when he was worked up but he was also hot when he wasn’t or when he was merely asleep. Vatten was fucking breathtaking.
“And I know you know that!” he said, plating the food at the counter. “And you were making a joke but it wasn’t very funny.I’m not mad at you but don’t think with your dick so much, okay?”
I glanced down at my dick pressing up against the towel like it would soon break through its fluffy surface. Maybe he was right and it had more blood than anywhere else in my body.
“I mean, I could say I think the opposite is true too,” I said, trying to lighten his mood.
“What’s that?” he asked, filling glasses with orange juice.
“That omegas like alphas who cook because then they can watch their butts,” I said, crossing the kitchen to help him bring the stuff to the table.
“You have butts on the brain,” Vatten laughed.
“Not until you sit on my face,” I said and he rolled his eyes, but his cheeks dotted with red.
“Put your bacon in your mouth,” he said but scooted his chair closer to me before sitting down.
“This is really good,” I said, taking a bite.
“You’ve barely tasted it.”
“It’s bacon. I bought it at the store. So I know it’s good quality bacon. Bacon is always good.”
“Are you even tasting it?” he laughed.
“It doesn’t taste as good as you,” I said.
“I won’t have the whole group saying I starved you while you were in a rut!” Vatten said, picking up a piece of bacon and tapping me on the nose with it. “So, eat up.”
A second later, two sets of footsteps played around in the corridor. One set was distinctly smaller than the other.
“Jade and Jondi,”my cat said before my nose ever caught up.
Then as if to confirm he was correct, Jondi made a long SHHHH! Sound.
“These are secret snacks for while Uncle Eran learns all about Vatten. I hope he passes his test,” Jondi whispered in that loud, obvious way little kids often did. “Good luck, Uncle Eran!”
