Page 69 of Rut Bar

“She doesn’t like the floral or food scents,” I tell him, unsure how much he understands while in a rut. “Maybe she’s an experiences girl, whatever the fuck that means. Let’s try the gray one, baby.”

The gray one makes her growl, a low sound under her breath, and I flip the lid closed and toss it straight into the trash. I have to admit that the smoky campfire and pine smell don’t do much for me either.

Jamie sways on his feet, his movement stealing her attention from the peach colored bottle that is supposed to smell like clean laundry. I snap my fingers at him to make him look at me. “You’re distracting her. Sit down.”

To my never ending surprise, Jamie only hesitates for a moment before he does it. He sits on the floor and I grab Vee’s chin and make her look at me. “How about blue?”

Her face relaxes as she sniffs it. When she tries to steal the bottle from me, I know that we have our winner. “All right. Blue Bahamas it is. Now be a good girl and wait for me to get it ready.” I pour a good amount into the tub and swirl it around until it foams, then herd her into the bath. She plays with the bubbles, making a game of popping them while I wet a washcloth with girly face wash and scrub the smeared makeup off her face.

She fights me and soaks me in half of her bathwater until she realizes she can’t win, no matter how slippery she gets. When she gives in and lies back and lets me take care of her, I feel a rush of victory.

Okay, we can do this. We’re doing the thing. I haven’t fucked it all up yet.

I scrub the washcloth over her while being careful not to get her too worked up. She likes the rough slide of the fabric over her breasts and thighs. I thought omegas hated that sort of thing, but she arches into it and purrs, and if I let the cloth linger a bit longer than I need to in order to clean her, nobody is aware enough to call me out on it. When I get the cloth between her legs, she’s panting and rubbing against it as I clean her, and Jamie stirs with interest behind me.

Alphas and omegas… They’re worse than a pair of dogs.

I grin and work two fingers inside her under the guise of making sure she’s nice and clean for round three. When her hips pump in search of relief, the cooled water sloshing, I show her the benefits of dating a guy who used to play guitar. I work her until she’s panting, my hand moving so fast for so long that it cramps, and then she cries out as she rides my hand to completion.

With the orgasm and the worst of the pheromones cleaned off her, her eyes clear up and she lets me scoop her out of the tub without much fuss. Now it’s Jamie who doesn’t want to do what he’s told. He stands in the doorway while I towel her off and blocks us in despite me telling him to move.

It’s the shrill ringing of a phone that finally snaps through his rut and her heat. I push Jamie back and carry her to the nest, and both of them settle once she’s back in its safety. Jamie crawls in after her and tugs her into his arms. He rubs his cheek over her wet hair until it’s frizzy, and I sigh.

Fuck.

I don’t really know anything about taking care of curly hair, but I know it involves lots of bottles of different kinds of hair goo and wearing special microfiber turbans. And the only reason I know this is because of my sisters. My hair’s never been long enough that it needed anything more than some mousse and a comb.

The phone rings again, and I hunt for it until I find it in Vee’s purse on a chair. It’s an alarm, not a phone call, and it says it’s for her meds. I turn the alarm off and see that her phone’s nearly dead, so I hunt down her charger and plug it in. I grab a bottle of flavored protein water from the fridge and her packet of birth control pills from her purse.

I stare at the plastic and cardboard pack and follow the arrows and teeny tiny printed directions until I find her next pill and pop it into my palm.Hope it’s the right one.

When I return to the nest, they’re already fucking. Vee’s on her hands and knees while Jamie ruts her from behind, and I take a moment to appreciate the view before I crawl into the nest with them and wait for a lull.

When Jamie drops his pace so he can watch his cock as it glides in and out of her, I tap her on the nose until she looks at me, and then I show her the pill. “Open.”

Vee’s mouth drops open obediently and I place the pill on her tongue, then hold the bottle to her lips and force her to drink the entire thing until the empty plastic crinkles. When it’s drained and I’m certain she got the pill down okay, I lie back to enjoy the show. I’ve never seen Jamie take a dominant position in bed before. It’s hot as fuck.

Seeing them switched like this is unbelievable, and I bank this memory for later. I wouldn’t want him to dominate me, but seeing Vee let go and enjoy her heat gives me hope. Hope that this will work. That we haven’t royally fucked up everything for nothing. That this is the start of something new. Something real. Something really fucking important.

Jamie’s breathing changes like it does right before he comes, and I look over her head so I can watch the changes on his face. He grunts and drops his head, his eyes glued to their joining as he shoves his thickening knot in and ties her to him.

She hasn’t come yet, and she writhes as much as she can from her position underneath him until he growls when she tugs too hard on his knot. Vee goes still, but whines.

Poor horny omega. Poor unpracticed-at-topping Jamie.

I realize that I’ve neglected his preparations in a way we completely didn’t plan for. We spent all that time exploring his submission fantasies and working on his ability to take a cock that we forgot Vee might want him to top her. That when she’s in the thick of her heat, her omega instincts will ride her hard.

She’s always shown switchy tendencies, but never with Jamie. It’s a surprise, but not an unpleasant one. I reach a hand underneath her and find her clit while I consider our options.

She gasps and wiggles against me, her movements making Jamie’s contented purr stutter until it’s punctuated with groans. But he doesn’t growl or pin her or do any of the things an alpha might do. He simply digs his fingers into her round ass and pants.

By the time she’s crying out with relief and a fresh burst of slick coats my hand, I have a new plan.

I wait until the afternoon to set things in motion when they finally have a lull in the heat and rut that lasts longer than half an hour. I’m in the kitchen cooking when Jamie pads over, his big body curling around my back while I flip my food over and set the spatula down.

“That smells good,” he says, his voice almost a growl as he presses his face into my neck. “I’m starving.”

I smile and lay my hand over his while I watch the omelet solidify. “I’ll bet. You’ve been doing a lot of cardio. She’s sleeping?”

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