"Anything important still to go?" Allen's rumble licks over my skin. I shiver against Seb.
"Nothing particularly crucial." James' voice is throaty.
I hear the click of a shoe against the tiles. Then a second. Then I'm wrapped in that fresh herbal tang, and a warm hand runs down the side of my cheek. Goosebumps bloom under his touch.
"Look at me, Omega." His voice grabs me by the spine. My eyes flick open. I feel myself falling into Allen's dark, blown pupils.
"Do you need your alphas to take the edge off?" Allen's voice makes my body burn with longing.
"Not just my alphas." Even though I'm barely whispering, my voice echoes in my ears.
I'm wrapped in an enormous hug, enraptured in petrichor and lemony herbs and basil.
"Isn't she such a good Omega? Telling us how much she wants her pack? Her beta?" I feel James' strong hands stroking my hair.
My lips part. The aching in my core is throbbing, growing stronger.
"The best. And she's ours. And she needs taking care of. Now."
Firm hands pull me backwards on the bench. A solid knee nudges my thighs apart. Strong, deft hands pop open the button on my jeans. A finger hooks the crotch of my underwear aside. My eyes fall shut as a thumb sends little shooting zips of pleasure from my clit across every inch of my skin, and thick fingers slip inside me, filling the hungry void, settling the ache just a little. I clench and groan and lean back into the warm embrace that smells like a storm has passed through.
The fingers and the thumb speed up, along with my heartbeat, until I'm dizzy with the pleasure that floods over my skin—then the lightest brush of warm lips over mine pulls at my brain. I can't think—all I can do is give in. I shatter as pleasure and ache and the need for more, to be filled, swallows me whole.
I'm scooped up in arms that smell like zesty herbs and pure, ravenous lust. They're warm and strong. I close my eyes and lean against a muscled chest as I gently bounce along.
The voice rumbles. My feet are gently lowered to the floor, but I don't want the arms to let me go. I nestle into the chest as a faint purr erupts from it.
"Your nest is ready for you, Omega." Another liquid voice. Lavender.
My eyes fall open.
I barely notice the fairy lights. The carefully made up pack bed. The stacks of pillows, each with different textures. The piles of soft blankets.
It's the smell. It smells like nothing. My omegahatesit. It needs mint and lemon and herbs and basil and lavender and the smell you get after rain, all wrapped in freesias.
I whimper softly.
The scent of basil surrounds me as a mouth brushes against my ear. "Do you need it to smell like pack, Omega?"
My omega whinges as I nod. From somewhere far away, there's a click. Footsteps.
"That's not one of your words, lovely," the voice that smells like basil growls in my ear.
"Yes." My voice is tinny and echoey.
"Careful with that, James. Don't push her too hard. She's about to go into the non-verbal phase." The voice that smells like tangy herbs rumbles through its soothing purr.
"Omega? It's okay if you run out of words. You can show us how you want. But youneedto show us what you want." The voice that smells like basil rumbles into my neck, as it leaves a trail of kisses over my skin.
I nod, a relieved mewl escaping my lips.
"Do you want some of your alphas to help start making the nest smell right?" Petrichor rolls around me like an incoming storm. I nod, violently.
I grab hands, clothes, whatever I can reach, and pull them into the room. But the nest is just… wrong. I tug at the shirts and pants that smell almost like pack.
"Do you need our clothes for your nest, Omega?"
My hair cascades around me as I nod, violently. My skin has started to crawl with need. But I can't give in. Not yet. The nest isn't right.
