Page 29 of Trick or Heat

“No,” he answers.

Her shoulders deflate and her scent dulls the tiniest bit almost, as if she’s disappointed by that.

“But he taught all of us a few things about using our fingers before our dicks,” DJ interjects with a stupid grin.

Fucking idiot.

But instead of the awkward silence I expect, Elsie bursts into a delighted laughter, the sound bright and radiant. The prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. I can’t help but join in, the joy contagious.

She catches my eye, her smile growing. “Shit, well… that was eventful.”

DJ snickers. “You’re telling me. That was the best six days of my life.”

Elsie balks. “Six days?”

“That’s pretty common for your first one, actually,” Casey comments. “My first one was around seven days.”

She groans. “My body is going to be so sore.”

“It’s not sore right now?” Raivat asks, and she shakes her head.

“No, it’s too blissed out to be sore.”

She flashes a tiny smirk and my stomach flips.

“We’re sorry that we couldn’t have a more thorough discussion before your heat,” I say, rubbing her back.

“It’s okay, that’s what the app was meant for, right?”

“Yeah, but we’re your scent matches.”

She gives a nod, her eyes glancing at Casey before falling silent. If she has concerns about us being scent matches, she doesn’t voice them. She just rubs her cheek against my chest and hums a tired sigh.

At some point, my knot goes down and she’s able to finally slide off me. She winces a little at the pain as she wraps herself up in one of the blankets we got her. The sight makes my chest pinch.

“What do you want first, love? Food or a warm bath?” DJ asks.

At the mention of food, her stomach grumbles. “Can I have food while I’m in the bath?”

I chuckle. “I don’t see why not. I guess it depends on what you want.”

“A sandwich would probably be hard to eat,” Raivat says with amusement. “We have plenty of soup left.”

“Soup sounds good,” she agrees, rubbing a hand over her stomach. “And a ginger ale.”

DJ and Raivat head to the kitchen while Casey and I draw her a bath. When the water is warm, I carry her in despite her protests.

“You’ve been taking care of me for days. I can walk,” she argues.

“I know you can, but I want to carry you. If you’d let me, I’d happily take care of you for the rest of my jovial life.”

Her cheeks heat as she stops fighting me, her arms relaxing into my hold. I think her scent even gets a tad sweeter from my statement.

I set her in the bathtub that’s way too small for an omega and then sit beside Casey on the porcelain floor. We don’t even have time to spark a conversation before DJ and Raivat come in, an array of soups in their arms.

“Soup party in the bathroom!” DJ exclaims.

Raivat shakes his head. “He wouldn’t let me say no.”