Page 16 of Pucking the Enemy

“Nest?” Hazel asked weakly.

“Nest,” Phillip confirmed.

Chapter 6

Phillip

Control wasn’t something I usually lacked.

But seeing my pack mate knotting Hazel while the other made her come on his knot? The feral, alpha-driven side of my mind was riding close to the surface.

Stalking into my room, I quickly got rid of any wayward items of clothing and ensured the floor was clear. I was by no means a slob, but I was a guy with a busy life, so things inevitably ended up on the floor.

Drawing the curtains closed, I used an app on my phone to dim the lights. That was another reason my room would be the best option for a nest. I had set up fancy light bulbs that could control both the brightness and color with different settings, depending on what I was doing. I chose a dim orange glow that was full of warmth and bright enough to see by but also dark enough to sleep comfortably.

I pulled the blankets off the bed, leaving just the fitted sheet. While I wasn’t the most knowledgeable about omegas, I knew that they liked to make their own nests. So, I neatly folded all of the blankets and placed them to the side before going into the linen closet and pulling out every single blanket, pillow, and soft thing I could find, leaving them at the side of the bed. Once I had all of my items, I proceeded to wander into Roman’s and Cormac’s rooms, taking their pillows and some of their sheets, leaving them with the bare minimum. I paused for a moment while grabbing Roman’s bedsheets. They smelled like pure sex, and I couldn’t resist lifting them to my nose and inhaling deeply.

Hazel’s cherry cola scent was bright, sweet and tart all at once.

It was the perfect fucking scent, in my opinion. I was addicted to the soda. It was my favorite flavor, and I easily drank six cans a day—not a healthy habit I knew, but I couldn’t help myself.

Did the omega taste the same?

I would be finding out soon enough.

My bedroom was filled with various piles of bedding, ready for her. I took the liberty of grabbing a pack of bottled water and a few boxes of protein bars from the kitchen, avoiding the living room. If I went back in there, I wasn’t sure I would be able to leave, and someone needed to make sure that everything was set up properly.

Our home was in no state to host an omega in heat. Hazel deserved better, but we were what she had. If there had been more time, I would have gotten more nesting materials and prepared food to make sure she was as comfortable as possible.

A quick internet search revealed a few meal services that would deliver to our place. Easy, healthy prepackaged meals to keep us going. It was on the expensive side, but Roman could afford it. Usually, I was more averse to using the Kingswood money, but for a heat, it felt like a necessity.

Footsteps alerted me to someone, and I turned on my heel to see Hazel padding into the room. Her hair was sticking up, and she had Roman’s T-shirt on again. She looked rumpled and thoroughly fucked. The smell of sex clung to her, and I resisted the urge to tug her into my arms.

Part of me wanted to be mad at Roman for bringing this chaos into our lives. Our routine was going to be turned on its head for several days. I was going to miss class, advisor meetings and such, but I just couldn’t find it in me to care.

“Nest?” she asked in a small, whiny voice.

“I put everything over here, so you can make your nest. Do you need anything else?” I asked softly as she walked over to the piles of bedding and started pawing through them. Her silence was answer enough, and I took a step back, closer to Roman, who was watching Hazel with lovestruck eyes.

We all stood back and watched dumbly as she rummaged through everything, picking out certain items and arranging them on the bed into what I could only describe as a bird’s nest. She took items that had all our scents on them and didn’t lean toward any particular scent.

After she was done, she crawled into the nest, flashing her impressive ass as she did so, before sitting in the center of the nest, looking at us with a dazzling smile.

“Nest!” she declared happily.

“Such a beautiful nest,” Cormac cooed. “Can I come in?”

She nodded, reaching out to him as he pulled her into his arms, spooning her. Her lazy smile at his contact made my chest burn with some unknown emotion.

I wanted to be spooning her.

When she held out her hand, looking pointedly at me, I didn’t hesitate to crawl into bed next to her. She nuzzled into my chest with a happy sigh.

“You smell really nice,” she said in a sleepy voice.

I kissed the top of her head, unable to contain my grin at her approval. “Thank you. You smell really nice, too.”

She hummed sleepily.

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