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“Then I should try harder,” I say, my knot finally slipping all the way in. My vision whites out as we both come together, and I barely register turning to the side so I can slide my hand between us.
I rub her clit to prolong her orgasm as she shudders and clings to me, holding her tightly afterward so I can breathe in her scent as I sleep.
I’m definitely addicted to her.
HOLLIS
My heels click through the hospital hallway as I walk to the front desk at the emergency room. I’m here to see Adrain to make sure to have him give me a clean bill of health. It’s been aboutthree weeks since I was kidnapped, and I can thank my advanced omega healing that my body is mended.
I’ve started working again at the office, the new year has officially begun, and I’m no longer in pain. I’m happy to no longer have to take medication. I’d do anything to ensure that Nova is happy.
I also need to do a little sisterly meddling. I’m happily leaning into my Big Sister era.
“Hi, I’m here for?—”
“I’m here, Hollis,” Adrain says, walking out of the double doors of the ER. “I have a room prepped for you too.”
Nodding, I smile at the nurse and follow him back.
“How are you feeling?” he asks over his shoulder.
“A lot better than the last time you saw me,” I tease him, my heels clicking as I walk.
Stopping suddenly, he turns and wraps my hand over his arm.
“This is both to make sure you don’t twist your ankle in those ridiculous shoes and so you can save me,” he mutters.
I squeeze his bicep as I start walking again with him, noticing the amount of females glaring at me.
“Are you putting a target on my back?” I ask teasingly under my breath.
“Hardly anything you can’t handle,” he says, matching my tone as he ushers me into a patient room. “I don’t understand what’s in the water in Minneapolis, but recently, everyone has been inappropriately hitting on me for the last week. All female. The pack and I are thinking of pressing pause on dating.”
“Oh no, really?” I ask, feeling awful.
“It’s not your fault,” he says, shaking his head as he sits down.
Since it’s just us, I kick off my heels and lift myself into the patient “bed”, knowing he’ll want to see my feet. After weeks ofless than cute shoes, I can finally wear something fun. I’m not planning to go out other than this, so I’ll show off the heels.
“I know things have been slow on the dating front, or you’ve met omegas and then they’ve met their scent matches,” I sigh. It’s actually happened three times.
If I’m honest, I would probably be frustrated too.
“We don’t plan to give up,” he says. “I just think we may need some time off to reset. Aisling and Wren told me about the heat spa that they’re opening soon. Offering to help Aisling through her heat gave us the idea to put ourselves on the pack list.”
The “pack list” is a running list of packs willing to be called in to assist an omega with her or his heat when they come in. This way, they’re not waiting for very long while getting comfortable in a room. Aisling and Wren’s expansion into a non-profit heat spa makes sense to me.
Some of them can be seedy, but I think more people will reach out if they know that there are good packs willing to help.
“Right now, there’s too much anticipation and pressure in our minds to find our mate, biological or otherwise,” he explains. “Yet, we still find ourselves wanting to spend time with an omega, so this may be the best way for us.”
“Does she have a plan for a soft launch?” I ask. “I’ve been wanting to make a podcast about this, but?—”
“I don’t think anyone expects you to do anything more than what you’ve been doing,” he says gently. “Your life has been very full, Hollis. I believe she said that she’s thinking about beginning in May. There are apparently a lot of hoops to go through. She wanted to open sooner, but ROWS is apparently appalled about the entire idea.”
“Of course they are,” I grumble. “Emilia and her little minions are on my shit list. Now that I’m feeling better, I want to contact someone at a newspaper that I met, see if she’s willing to write a piece that’ll expose them. If not, I’ll find a talk radioshow to get my story out, and get the community to force her to close her doors. Even the Healthy Pack Organization will rethink backing ROWS if they find out the shit she’s been up to.”
“Please don’t get yourself brought back here,” he groans. “Emilia needs to be hit with a bag of dicks, and I hate that you’re going to be the one who has to do it.”
