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I’m a bit of a grudge holder when I feel I’ve been wronged. Gia wronged me with that fucking sweater.
When I’m in a relationship, I become a major thief—stealing my partner’s clothes. Ilovehaving the scent of someone I have feelings for woven into my nest, and what better way to accomplish that than steal the things they’ve worn?
Normally my nest is partially set up just in case I need a cozy space to hide, but I had to take everything out and disinfect it after the last loser I invited back here stank the place up. He was an unfortunate consequence of one too many drinks on what was supposed to be a fun night out. He ended up being a major douche canoe, and I needed his scent gone from my safe space.
Then… Well, I just got busy and forgot to reassemble everything.
It’s going to be like a whole new nest.
As I’m putting everything together and weaving in the different fabrics, I zone out and end up lost in thoughts of possibilities.
Thoughts of mocha skin take hold—that skin rubbing against my lightly tanned complexion, limbs tangled together with barely an inch of space separating us, striking light green eyes boring into my own as I’m ravished.
In my imaginings, I can practically feel those plump lips against mine, supple and pliant.
Delectable.
I picture leading Gabriel into my nest and throwing him into the pile of soft fabrics and completely devouring him. I can practically smell his apple pie scent with hints of vetiver laced in. I can imagine it surrounding me.
It’s a woody scent with hints of leather and smoke that nearly makes my mouth water. That one definitely belongs to the alpha that was with Gabriel.
Rhett.
I called him Playboy before I left them outside of my building. I don’t know why that name came to mind, but for some reason, I felt like it fit him. With his dark, penetrating gaze and perfectly styled mahogany brown hair, I can see him as such.
He was tall, muscled–but in a way that tells you he actually works with his body, not just on it. Mysterious, slightly intimidating. The tattoos I could see peeking out of the fitted tee he was wearing only intrigued me, and the few piercings I caught piqued my interest even more. There was one through his eyebrow and his ears were gauged, which makes me wonder if he’s pierced anywhere else…
Something about him gives me player vibes, but from before he met his omega. Now he’s got a teddy bear soul. That was particularly evident in the protectiveness he showed during our encounter. He was captivating.
My perfume knocks me from my imaginings with how powerful it is and, when I come back to my senses, I realize my breathing is heavy, I’m uncomfortably warm, and my thighs are slick.
I groan and quickly finish putting the last few pieces into the nest, then get up so I can get this call to the Center over. No way do I want to be left alone for a heat. I’ve heard horror stories and I’m just not built for all that.
Ya know, not being taken care of.
Yeah, fuck that.
Time to call them before I’m really screwed, and not in the fun way.
In my kitchen, I scoop up my phone and scroll through my contacts, clicking on the Heat Services number I have stored. While the phone rings, I make myself a pot of chamomile tea, hoping it’ll help calm me enough to keep the heat at bay until someone can be sent to me.
I could always go into the Center and use one of the many nests they have available, but I prefer the comfort of mine, and why shouldn’t I? They do enough background checks that it’s safe. Most alphas signed up to help unbonded omegas aren’t looking for more than a bit of heat fun, anyway. None of them want someone to keep, just someone to squeeze their knot until they black out.
I can’t say I’ve ever had a female alpha sent to me, even though I have it checked on the Center’s form that it’d be fine with me. Probably because most already have established packs and aren’t just looking for flings like the men that sign up for the heat service.
I’ve fooled around with a few beta women over the years, but I’ve never had the pleasure of enjoying the company of a female alpha. That’d be pretty amazing, I’d bet.
An omega and a female alpha?
Yes, please.
I’ll take two.
“Omega Center Heat Services. This is Mary. How can I help you?” a cheery voice eventually echoes down the line.
I clear my throat, turning the front burner on as I place my kettle down.
“Yes, this is Shade Ortiz. It seems I’m going into my heat early, and I’m hoping you have alphas available that could be sent within the next day or two? I know it’s short notice…” I say, trailing off and picking at my bottom lip.
