Page 32 of Dubious Match
“To answer your question,” he rumbles, his lips pressed against the shell of my ear, “it’s not rude because I’m suggesting it. This way I know you’re eating, and I can insist on breaks to keep you from getting a migraine.”
“Mmhmm,” I say.
His entire chest is vibrating, and it feels so soothing. He’s warm, smells delicious, and I want to wrap him around me. Sighing softly, I can feel my eyes beginning to shut. Ugh, I have to take this medication first or I’ll wake up alone and want to die.
I started getting these about five years ago, and there is no rhyme or reason for it. Sometimes it’s due to staring at a screen, others it’s a warning that I’m going into heat soon. Since the reasons vary so widely, it’s impossible for me to figure out what’s happening until it’s too late.
I think that there are a few things keeping me from the heat clinics. One is my severe lack of sexual experience, and the other is how difficult it is for me to pinpoint when I’m going into a heat. Walking into a clinic and saying I have a migraine would make people give me funny looks.
It’s also not a common symptom for omegas to have before their heat. I’m simply an enigma. I love that for me.
“I can see the smoke coming out of your ears,” Brice says, pushing open my curtains.
“I’m sure you can,” I say, my lips curling up a bit.
Pushing myself up higher to sit up, I glance at the water on my bedside table. Speaking is getting beyond me now, so I’m glad Brice immediately grabs it for me so I can take my pill.
“You’ll leave right after I take this?” I ask, chewing on my bottom lip.
He gazes at me for a long moment before nodding. I appreciate that he doesn’t give me shit about it. My home is sacred to me. It’s something I’ve created for myself that truly reflects who I am. It feels so odd to have an alpha in my space that’s someone other than Caleb or Lars.
They never count in my mind because they’re family.
“I swear it, baby. I’ll see myself right out,” he says. Taking a deep breath, I nod before putting the pill in my mouth and swallowing it down with the water he holds out for me.
Immediately, a wave of tiredness hits me, and my hand holding me up slides out from under me. My body just collapses, forcing a concerned sound from the alpha next to me.
“Holy fuck that was fast,” he says. Grabbing a blanket, he pulls it over me and ghosts his hand over my hair. “I’ll go when your eyes close, Hollis. I hope you feel better. I hate that you feel like shit.”
His fingers slide deep into my hair, massaging my scalp. A sound of enjoyment slips from my lips, and I wish I could hire him as my own head massager.
“I would be happy to be your own personal scalp massager, baby,” he says softly.
See? This pill fucks me up. My eyelids crash closed and the world disappears as I pass out. All I can do now is hope that he keeps his word.
Seven
BRICE
Damn.One second Hollis was looking up at me as I played with her beautiful, thick brown hair, and the next, she was passed out. She really wasn’t kidding about her medication.
Unsettled, I walk into her bathroom and look at the prescription. The medication is called Rizatriptan, and I frown at it. I’m going to see what I can find out about the prescription. I won’t lie and say that I’m not grateful that there’s something to help them, I simply dislike that the only way for her to get through it is to knock herself out.
I’ve never met anyone with migraines this severe. It’s making me realize that anyone else who has ever said they had one may have been speaking about a headache instead.
My phone rings in my pocket, and it snaps me out of my thoughts. Placing the bottle back, I pull out my phone, not expecting to hear from the guys yet.
“Hello?” I answer, seeing that it’s Felix. “Is everything okay?”
It’s Monday, the world could have burned down and I’ll have to fix it. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten a panicked call from one of my pack members. They’re also kind of dramatic.
“Why is your location showing you so far away from Hollis’ office?”Felix asks.
Did I mention that Felix has this obsession with Lo-jacking us all? If he knows we aren’t at the office, he’ll intermittently check to see where we are. While Malcolm does predominantly drive us to and from work, we still have errands to run throughout the day.
A glance around the bathroom has me finding Naughty Tote products. There’s a toy cleaner, silicone lubricant, and… are those stirrups over a hook? Damn girl. They’re used to hook up to the footboard or headboard so you can thrust up better.
A tendril of jealousy comes over me before I take a deep breath. I’m not allowed to get pissed off that she may be spending her heats with someone else or even that she, dare I say it, has a sexual connection with others.
