Page 104 of Talk About… History

Our omega was vocal and I fucking loved it.

“Shit, I guess it hit,” Cohen said, voice husky but slightly panicked. “We have to get this stuff set up still.”

“She’ll pass out soon,” I reassured him. “Go set up the couches so she can rest.”

They both nodded and rushed off as Ford cursed, holding her close as he came, tongue running over the claiming mark on her neck. It was fresh enough that I felt the quiver of white-hot pleasure rush through the bond.

This was about to be a long, amazing week.

Avery

I woke from my nap but the fog didn’t quite lift. My body ached, my pussy was dripping and desperate for a knot, but something was off.

The guys were talking across the room but it wasn’t them I needed just yet, it was their scents.

Forcing myself up, I stumbled over to them, gripping their shirts and pulling them off one by one.

“It’s okay, you can have them,” Arden reassured me.

“We’ve got a stack of our stuff waiting for you already, just in case, baby,” Mason reassured me, pulling me over to a basket full of their mixed things. I wanted to dive into it head first, breathe it in, but I wanted it with me the entire heat.

Grabbing the whole basket, I walked over to the bed they’d moved in here and dumped it on top. I took care arranging them into a layer, the items covering every inch of the blanket until I was satisfied.

“Better?” Cohen asked as he walked up, massaging my shoulders.

“Yes,” I agreed, before I froze again. He didn’t stop trying to relax me.

“Don’t freak out. Look around, Avery. Not a nest, just home.”

“Home,” I repeated the word, testing it out as I glanced at the changes in the room. The couch I was sleeping on was covered in blankets and pillows. Almost too cozy but my omega was in heaven.

The walls were not closing in on me here, the room was big and airy, the large windows adding sunshine to the mix, brightening everything through the sheer curtains that they’d added.

My pack thought of everything.

“We need a big bean bag in here, one of those enormous ones we can cuddle on,” I said, testing out how much I liked the room. No panic took over again, I just felt… happy.

They loved me and were making sure that I had what I needed, even when I wasn’t sure how to give it to myself.

The voicemail was the furthest thing from my mind now. My mates were here, I was safe, and I couldn’t even freak out about a heat when I had them watching over me.

Avery

My heat was such a strange, but amazing experience. The brain fog was real, but it wasn’t incapacitating. Any time I woke up from exhausted sleep, my body was ready and my mind was present. I was running on instinct and desire, but I hadn’t lost myself.

I’d barely opened my eyes when I was sniffing the air and crawling toward the closest scent.

Sweet citrus, rosemary, and herbs. Cohen. I opened my eyes as I crawled over him. His eyes opened and he reached out for me, pulling me closer and kissing me.

“You need an alpha?”

“No. I need you,” I said, trailing my way down his body and pulling his half-hard cock into my mouth. His scent was stronger here, laced in his own unique calming pheromones. I breathed him in every time my nose brushed his skin.

His hands trailed over my skin, teasing me as he gasped for air. I wasn’t gentle as I sucked him hard and fast, bobbing my head over him like I couldn’t get his cum into my mouth fast enough.

My fingers found his balls, teasing over them.

“Can I join?” Ford asked, his voice still rough from sleep. I wiggled my ass and parted my legs, exposing my slick laced pussy for him. Ford ran the head of his cock through my wetness, gathering it until he was satisfied then pushing the swollen tip into me before pulling out.

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