I keep glancing at him in the mirror.
He's looking down at the paper bag of new medications in his lap, turning it over in his hands. Dr. Vasquez replaced every single prescription, swapping them out for formulations designed to work with an omega's biology.
The difference, she told us, would be significant. Then she gave one hell of a shot to “boost his system”. It made the poor omega’s body go rigid with his jaw clenched, but twenty minutes later the tension in his shoulders was completely gone.
"I'm glad," I say simply.
"Yeah. Me too,” Adam says quietly as he leans back against the seat. “I am desperate for a nap though.”
"We have to swing by the shop first," I say, pulling off the highway. “I’ve got a few things to pick up.”
Adam makes a sound that says he finds this deeply inconvenient but has decided not to fight it.
"We’re picking up Elowen,” I say and Adam perks at that.
“Why didn’t you say so?” He snuggles into the seat, and I know he’s imagining taking a nice long nap with her in that nest of theirs.
It started small. A few extra blankets pulled from the linen closet. A pillow relocated from another room. But over the last few weeks, it has expanded into something thattakes up a significant portion of the master bedroom floor, a carefully layered arrangement of every soft thing in the house, smelling like both of them.
Adam and Elowen.
I'm not entirely sure when they moved from the bed to the nest, or whose idea it was, but every morning for the last week I've woken up to find them bundled together in the middle of it like two cats. Elowen tucked into Adam's side, his arm around her shoulders, both of them dead to the world.
They haven't slept in the bed once.
I'm fairly certain they haven't done anything beyond sleep and talk and steal small, shy kisses when they think nobody is watching. I love it. The way Adam's ears go pink, and the way Elowen ducks her head immediately after like she can't quite believe she kissed him.
It’s so damn sweet seeing the two omegas together, neither one assertive enough to take it much further.
But that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about what they might look like together.
I keep thinking about what Adam would look like with his head between Elowen's thighs. I imagine his dark blond hair tickling her inner thighs, his hands gripping her hips as he eats her out until she screams.
I think about Elowen straddling his face, her hands braced on the wall next to their nest, her hair cascading down her back as she grinds against his mouth with that uninhibited, instinctive roll of her hips. Her breasts would bounce with each movement, nipples hard and begging for attention.
Would Adam reach up to pinch them?
Or would he keep his hands firmly on her ass, pulling her tighter against his mouth?
Would his perfect omega dick leak without anyone even touching it?
The fantasy is so vivid, my hands tighten on the wheel as my cock swells in my jeans. I can almost hear her moans, smell her slick mixing with Adam's, feel the way both their bodies would tremble as they came together over and over again.
Perrin clears his throat.
I glance sideways.
My beta is looking right at me. His eyes flash, then they drop briefly to my lap and back up, and the corner of his mouth pulls into a knowing smirk.
Without a word, his hand slides onto my thigh, sending a jolt straight through me.
The heat of his palm seeps through my jeans, and I can feel my pulse quicken.
I quickly check the rearview mirror, watching as Adam's eyes drift shut.
Perrin's fingers move higher, tracing the outline of my growing bulge through the denim. The friction is fucking maddening. He rubs my cock through my jeans, and I struggle like hell to keep my eyes on the road. The car feels too small and hot, and I’m dying to pull over and fuck both of them stupid.
But we’re almost to the shop.
