Page 116 of Patiently Yours
Then he started reading up on heats and realized it was normal. He’s been amazing with developing new ways of being there for her, helping her feel better.
Unsurprisingly, the answer is a lot of snacks and orgasms.
“She’s already had chocolate today, I know she’ll want something salty,” Kendall comments, grabbing a bag of Stacia’s favorite chips from the pantry. “Trust me.”
I do trust him. He’s a food whisperer, especially when it comes to our omega. Yesterday, she tapped on his shoulder and he somehow knew that she wanted strawberry pancakes. It was bizarre.
And that’s how we end up at the doorway of Stacia’s nest. She’s hurrying along, rearranging things like she doesn’t have any time left. We’ve all been wearing multiple shirts a day since our bonding, making sure that she had clothes with our scents on them. She’s pushing them into different spots now, arranging them in a pattern that guarantees no two shirts from one of us end up beside each other. I think she’s trying to mingle the scents perfectly, which makes me giddy.
“Stacia,” Kendall says softly, admiring her with a grin. She looks up from her array of blankets and pillows, the whole floor one big makeshift bed.
“Can we come inside your nest, Omega?” I ask from the door, holding up the bag of chips up, showing her the goods.
She gives us a naughty grin. “You’ll be coming inside of it a lot very soon, so go ahead.”
That makes Kendall huff out a laugh. It makes me picture the next few days, doing nothing but attending to her in every way possible. My cock hardens in my jeans, already excited about the endeavor we’ll be taking together for the first time.
When we get to her, she stands and nearly snatches the already opened bag out of my hands. When she starts to moan and chew, Kendall gives me a certain look. One that saysI fucking told you.
“How are you feeling?” Kendall asks her.
She pauses, her hand halfway into the bag. She looks to the side, her tell that she’s nervous.
“It’s going to start today,” she says, observing the room. “Does it look okay?”
I go behind her, rubbing her shoulders in the gentle way that she likes. She relaxes them and lets me work on her muscles while she continues to eat. “Your nest is beautiful. It was always going to be. What’s more important is howyoufeel about it.”
She looks over her shoulder at me. “I love it. I love even more that it’s here. I never thought about my future nest before, but it’s everything.”
I kiss her head, continuing to massage her back. Kendall takes a seat, lounging comfortably as we all settle into a beautiful, comfortable silence.
It’s only a few minutes later that Stacia yelps out in pain. “Fuck.” She leans over, clutching her stomach.
“What is it?” Kendall turns toward her. “Was it the chips? Did I fuck up? Shit, maybe we should have gone with something sweet again.”
I hit him upside the head. “No, dude, it’s obviously her heat. It’s starting.”
Stacia grunts. My hand ghosts over her back, trying to figure out how to comfort her without crowding her. Her skin flares hot even without our skin touching. “How bad is it, Stacia?”
“It fucking hurts,” is her only answer as she forces the chip bag into my hand before flinging her clothes off. I turn to look at Kendall, miming for him to text the others. He does so in a blink, just before he’s on her other side.
“Let’s lie down, Omega,” he says gently, as he gets comfortably on his knees in the middle of her nest, helping her shed the rest of her clothes. I go to the door and fling the chip bag outside (I mean, where else do I fucking put it?) and head back to Stacia’s side. I pull my shirt off and add it to the nest in a section that doesn’t have our scent on it yet. She hums, noticing my action before lying on her back fully nude.
“Please,” she whimpers, her hand still holding her stomach. The cramps must be unbearable. Her eyes are closed shut, but her hips are also doing mini thrusts into the empty air.
“Do you need our knots, Omega?” Kendall purrs, leaning down to kiss her collarbones. She whines, her fingers going into his hair. “We’ll take care of you, Stacia. We love you. Now”—he gets a wicked gleam in his eye, one that only ever comes out around our omega—“present.”
Stacia moves so fast, I barely have time to process it. She gets on her knees, spreading her legs out just enough to thrust her ass into the air. She grabs a nearby pillow, resting it under her cheek. Once her face is comfortable, she does the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and moves her hands behind her, spreading herself to present every bit of herself to us. I feel my cock twitch as her scent literally blooms around us, blinding me with arousal.
Kendall is already behind her, soothing her by rubbing her back and humming underneath his breath. “Good fucking girl,” he breathes, his words causing a moan to fall from her lips. He runs his finger down her spine, then puts it around her entrance, making gentle passes. She gasps with each movement, trying to discreetly move her hips to get more friction. “Already so wet for us, Omega.”
“Please.” She spreads herself further, and I see some of her slick sliding down her thigh. The sight makes me literally drop to my knees, crawling towards her. I can’t stop myself from leaningbetween them, my tongue catching the fallen slick and trailing all the way up her thigh until it meets her hole, gaping and ready for our knots. Her arousal is potent, clogging my senses as I feast on her, encouraged more by the noises falling from her lips.
“Do you see what you do to your alphas?” Kendall purrs at her. I feel her entrance clenching under my tongue, so I pull back and sit back on my knees. Kendall takes his spot once again and, without wasting another second, lines himself up and slides into her with one single thrust.
She cries out in pleasure, her hands leaving their spots so she can clutch the sheets beneath her. The amount of slick she’s producing now, even this early, is astonishing. Kendall begins his thrusts full force, not having to stop for her to get adjusted.
Her body is preparing itself for multiple knots in a row, and I’m left amazed by how instinctual omega biology is.
