“Ugh, Marie,” he groans. “I get it. You’re my fucking little sister, and there’s all this shit I can’t protect you against.”
“Lore was killed because a business deal went wrong. You know how these things go,” I remind him. “I’m having a really hard time with it. The end. Now, I need you to get off my front steps.”
“That’s my girl!” Cerenity yells, making my lips twitch slightly.
God, my life is so odd.
“Do you even know where your phone is?” Tommy finally asks, sighing.
“I have it,” Storm says, pulling it out of his back pocket. “She’s been forgetting it everywhere. No offense, everyone she wants to speak to lives in this house.”
“Offense taken,” Tommy grumbles. “Cian told me you might need someone to talk to, and then I started to lose my goddamned mind when I couldn’t get a hold of you.”
“Clearly,” Ransom says wryly.
“Are you collecting men?” my brother asks. “This one is moody as fuck.”
It feels less judgmental when he says it as opposed to how Devon called me a whore.
“So are you,” I reply. “I’m going inside. Go home, Tommy. I doubt I’ll remember my name in a few minutes.”
“Dammit, I’m going to need to have Cerenity hit me with a frying pan until I can forget that my little sister has sex,” he groans.
“I’m an omega and it’s biology!” I yell, irritated.
I immediately flush with embarrassment as I see there are people on the street glancing in our direction. Storm chuckles under his breath as he opens the front door, and we shuffle inside, leaving my brother to stare at me on the front steps.
“Go home,” I say again, just as Ransom shuts the door.
“So that’s your brother,” he mutters, locking the door. “I doubt I made a great impression.”
“We got in a fist fight the first time I met him,” Storm shrugs, pulling off his boots.
I get lightheaded as I bend over to do the same, and Ransom catches me before I fall over.
“Wilder, can you make her something she can drink through a straw?” he asks. “You’re not going to make it through your heat, baby, if you don’t eat something.”
“Maybe a smoothie?” I suggest, closing my eyes against the pain as my stomach rumbles from hunger and heat pains.
Slick slides out of my pussy as I whine, and Wilder jogs toward the kitchen.
“On it!” he calls out. “I have frozen fruit I can use.”
“Do you want a warm bath?” Ransom asks, his feet already walking up the stairs with me in his arms.
“You don’t know where anything is,” I say, gasping for air.
“I do,” Storm says, following behind us. “It’s time to just let go, baby. You’re home, safe, and your nest is upstairs in the loft. No more delaying things, Kitty. You’ve been holding off your heat through stress and sheer stubbornness for long enough. You’re safe.”
A haze of need hits me, and I disassociate as my alphas undress me and fill the tub with warm water. A very comfortablechest serves as my pillow and I arch my back as rough palms glide over my taunt nipples as they massage soap along my skin.
“More,” I whimper, pouting when the palms continue their path downward.
“I’m trying to take care of you,” Ransom mumbles, kissing the top of my head. “You’re making it difficult for me to do that at the moment, Marie.”
“You can wash and fuck me at the same time,” I reply, pressing my ass against his cock.
I love that Ransom is naked behind me. There’s not a single thing keeping him from sliding what I know is a thick cock into my needy pussy. Nothing but being a gentleman it seems.
