Page 29 of Raging Heat

Caleb

I struggleto attach a thin curtain to the ceiling of the nest as quietly as possible, to dim the fairy lights.Jorge is holding up the other end, waiting for me to finish.

Behind me, Vera groans.“Too bright.”She rolls around, probably trying to hide her face in the blankets or in Mathew’s chest, though likely both at the same time.

My heart hurts.She’s so oversensitive to everything during her heat that even the fairy lights on their lowest setting are too bright.

“We’re nearly done.”I keep my voice as low as possible as I walk to Jorge’s end and start attaching the curtain to the string of lights on that side too.No hammering or anything like that allowed right now, so tying the fabric to the string it is.

Jorge mimics eating to me, then nods at the Omegas before he quietly leaves the nest.Yes.Food.That’s a good idea.

He and I managed to sneak in a few bites during the night and morning, but Vera and Mathew haven’t had anything to eat since lunch yesterday.We really should try to get some food into them, or they’ll be in heat and grumpy from being hungry at the same time.

It’s not a good combination, I know from experience.

Vera groans again as my movements make the pile of pillows and blankets in the nest wobble and I carefully sit down next to her.

“The curtain is up.The light should be better now.”I softly touch her cheek, she’s still burning up.Then I reach out to Mathew, who’s fast asleep next to her, probably exhausted, and he’s burning up too.

It’s their second day in heat, which tends to be the worst.

On the first day, the initial spike is overwhelming and all Omegas want to do is fuck.They won’t pay much attention to anything but fucking and being fucked.

But the second day, the initial rush has passed and they become much more aware of their surroundings, their senses running high while the heat messes with their mind.Mostly, they’ll become overwhelmed by everything around them, which is why most Omegas have small nests.Small, quiet, dim and filled with soft things.

On the third day, and the days after, their senses become less sensitive and usually the burning sensation of the heat also lessens.They’ll still want their quiet and soft nests, but they won’t retreat under the blankets at every sound or blink of light.

That then lasts until they’re back to normal a couple of days later.Often very hungry and full of energy from having mostly slept for a couple of days straight.

When Mathew became aware of his surroundings this morning, after the initial spike wore off, he was overwhelmed by how big the room was.Which I had expected, so I’d made sure Vera and Mathew ordered plenty of both thick and thin curtains when they were preparing.

This meant that Jorge and I could quickly put some curtains around the edge of the nest area, closing the outside world out and making the nest much more intimate.It calmed him down immediately.

Then Vera got overwhelmed by the fairy lights.

The lowest setting on them was still too much, so we covered them with a thin curtain instead.Now you can still see in the nest, even though it’s very dim, but it’s dark enough that it doesn’t bother her anymore.

Vera and Mathew’s pheromones flood the nest, making me constantly hard and constantly horny, but they’re still weak enough that we can ignore them.They’re much stronger than they normally are, but weak in comparison to last night.

In a couple of hours, they’ll have recovered enough to make things complicated again.But for now, they’re weak enough that Jorge and I can make some adjustments to the nest and take care of Vera and Mathew’s other needs.

Jorge slips between the curtains, a bowl in his hands.He sets the bowl on a pillow above us before sliding behind Mathew, wrapping his arms around him.Mathew seems to relax even more, softly snoring.

Okay, that’s very cute, even if they don’t mean to be.

“How are you feeling?”I touch Vera’s cheek and she rubs her face against my hand.I smile.

She always does this, especially when she’s in heat.I asked her why once and she told me that it’s because my hands feel rough, but in a good way.That she associates the roughness of my hands with me, or something like that.

It probably didn’t help that I asked her while she was in heat…

“Too hot.”She pulls the fluffy blanket higher over her and I catch the confused way Jorge is shaking his head as he looks at her.He’ll get used to that.Being too hot and needing fluffy things are two different issues for an Omega in heat.

I check the bowl that Jorge brought in and notice it’s filled with chilled soft fruit.Perfect.

“Here.”I hold a strawberry in front of Vera’s mouth.“This should help.”It will at least get some liquids into her.

She opens her mouth and I pop the strawberry into her mouth.She closes her mouth around the fruit and lets out a deep moan as she cuddles deeper into the pillows, pure satisfaction on her face.

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