Page 64 of Claiming Their Omega

Grace flushes all over even as she arches her feet into my touch. I wish I could massage her everywhere, turn her into a complete puddle of relaxed goo. Maybe after I’d fucked her and she was already filled with bliss from an orgasm or three—or beforehand, so she she’s pliant and moaning in my hands, primed for my cock.

My cock twitches in my pants and I swallow down the heat building in my chest. This isn’t the time. This is her first heat, she’s going to be uncomfortable and scared. I need to work on making her feel safe, not thinking about the ways I want to give into temptation.

“My heat,” Grace murmurs. She sounds worried.

“You’re going to be okay,” I promise her. “You have those toys Cade got for you, right? Those are all specifically for Omegas. They’ll take care of you, and you can take care of yourself. I know you can. And you won’t be alone. We’ll be there for whatever you need.”

Grace looks at me, and I flush all over again, my cock hardening as I think about the sort of things she’ll need in heat. The sort of things where if she asked me in the clutches of that heat, I don’t know if I’d have the courage to say no to her.

“Anything I need?” Grace asks, her voice hushed.

“Anything.” I swallow hard and just hope she doesn’t ask me to prove it by fucking her. I want to, so badly. I want to right this second. But that would be a terrible idea. I have to remember what Cade said and cling to his words. He knows what he’s talking about.

Grace looks away, flushing again. I focus on taking care of her feet.

There’s a clatter, and the door slams shut, followed by boots. “Hey, Easton, where the hell are you?” Jesse calls.

“In here.”

The other three enter, and I see them stop short and swallow whatever teasing they were going to give me about being lazy when they see what I’m doing.

“What’s up?” Jesse asks, trying for casual and failing.

Grace puts her hand over her eyes, embarrassed. “It’s nothing.”

“Grace is in pre-heat, I think,” I tell them. I know she’s probably feeling a bit uncomfortable but we need to talk about it. This is about her health and wellbeing. It’s not something to be taken lightly. “She’s having cramps. I think the foot massage is helping.”

Jesse nods, snapping into leader mode. “Is there anything we can do to help?”

Grace shakes her head, eyes still covered. “I don’t know. I just feel… ugh. I hate how I’m feeling. It doesn’t make sense, any of it.”

“Well, tell us, so we can help you make it make sense.”

Grace drops her hand from her eyes and bites her lip. “I’m… I want to build a nest.”

We all stare at her. Nesting is Omega Basics 101. When Omegas go into heat, they build a nest, full of soft things in the colors and styles they like, and often filled with little personal touches like the clothes of their Alphas, or maybe a blanket made by someone they love. It helps them feel safe as they go through the heat process.

Some Omegas have a nest all the time, regardless of if they’re in heat or not. Some rebuild a nest every heat. Others make their nest the first time and then just leave it when they’re not in heat, cleaning it out and retouching it when the time comes.

“Well,” Jesse says, sounding a bit confused, “if you’d like to build a nest, you’re more than welcome to do it. Don’t let us stop you.”

“I don’t want to build a nest,” Grace grits out. “I mean—I want to. But I don’t want to want to. It’s ridiculous.”

We all glance at each other. “Grace,” I say slowly, carefully, “there’s nothing wrong with wanting to be comfortable, or to feel safe. That’s what nests are supposed to do. In fact sometimes the things that make us feel comfortable and safe don’t make sense, logically. We all have things like lucky charms we carry around. Or you feel like if you’re at your parents’ house you won’t get burgled, even though it’s not more or less likely that you have a burglar at your place or theirs. You feel safer because it’s your parents, or because you have that silly little charm. Nesting’s just another version of that.”

“It’s something Omegas do,” Grace points out. She sounds miserable. “I don’t want to be a slave to my Omega instincts.”

“Well, fighting them is only making you unhappy. What’s wrong with doing what makes you comfortable and happy?”

“Heat won’t be fun,” Jesse says bluntly. “Make it easier on yourself.”

Grace cracks an eye open to glare at him and I half expect her to snap that if we would just fuck her already the heat would sure be a lot more fun and a lot easier, but she doesn’t start that argument all over again, thank goodness. She closes her eyes again and groans. I want to hold her close and kiss the top of her head and rock her until she feels better.

But that’s not an option, so instead I murmur, “Please, Grace?”

Grace sighs. “Fine.”

“Great,” Hendrix says, clapping his hands together with a grin. “You know what that means.”

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