Page 55 of Their Perfect Omega

“He’d probably enjoy it.” I hooked my arm around her neck and pulled her to me, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and the tip of her nose. “Thank you.”

She scrunched her nose. “For what?”

“For trespassing, not running away, being patient.” I brushed my lips over hers with each reason.

“Did you ever think when you found me dripping wet in your pool that we’d be here?” She sighed as I kissed down her neck to where I planned on marking her.

“I knew as soon as I scented you.” I pulled back. “If I don’t start the bath, I’m going to end up bending you over the counter and taking you again.”

She made a humming noise like she would be okay with that, but I needed to keep my sights set on making sure her basic needs were met.

We had a lifetime of me bending her over things ahead of us.

CHAPTERTWENTY

Kara

A bath and food were just what I needed to feel somewhat like myself again. My body still ached, but not nearly as bad as before I got in the bath.

Even though I was on suppressants and had just gone through a full-blown heat the last time, this one felt similar. The only difference was that it didn’t hurt nearly as much because I had four alphas making sure I was taken care of.

After soaking in the cool bath for a while and eating the sandwich and chips Alvaro brought me, I quickly showered and emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. There was really no point in putting on clothes when I was likely to strip them off again soon enough.

The bedroom wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either. It had been a struggle the night before not to lose my omega sanity over being in the back of a bus for the first wave of my heat. I thought it would be fine, but every time the bus had moved or whatever came on to power things, I’d feel twitchy. Not to mention there was absolutely no privacy, even from my alphas.

Now, I was in some stranger’s space, and not only was the bedroom large, but it had windows up high with no blinds. I didn’t like feeling needy and picky, but something about feeling like your insides are being ripped in half from not having sexual relief and a knot just brought out the codependent side.

My nose burned with the urge to cry. I hated being so vulnerable and being away from a safe space where I was comfortable. But I’d chosen this and chosen them. There was no turning back now.

There was a shirt and shorts on the bed for me, but I ignored them, tucking the towel tighter around me. I was in search of a brush or a comb. I had a whole regimen for my hair but was just going to put it back in braids again.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Tate jumped off the couch, nearly knocking the Sprite out of Cal’s hand as a timer went off on his phone. “Feeling better?”

I thought he was going to come wrap me in his arms, but instead, he went into the open kitchen and opened the oven to pull out a sheet of chocolate chip cookies. At least, that was what they smelled like.

“Yeah.” I scrunched my nose at the television showing a college football game. “Why do sports have to be on every day all the time?”

Would they rather be watching football than in my nest with me?The thing was, I knew my brain was being ridiculous, but I couldn’t stop the sudden feeling of loneliness.

Cal wiped the side of his hand where some drink had spilled on his sweatpants. They had all showered. I could smell the soap mixing with their scents, and I didn’t like it one bit. “Do you want me to put it on something else? There’s every channel known to man on here.”

I shook my head and rubbed the back of my calf with my opposite foot. “I just...”

And then I burst into tears.

Cal was to me first and picked me up, sitting back down on the couch. “What’s wrong? Alvaro said he left you clothes. We put the ones you were wearing in the washer.”

“I don’t want clothes.” I buried my face in his chest.

Tate tucked a large blanket that looked like it belonged on a king-sized bed over me and Cal. “Is it because we aren’t in the nest? We just thought you might like some time to yourself. Let me go get Avery and Alvaro.”

“It’s not a nest.” I pulled the blanket over my head. “I’m sorry.”

“Jonathan and Anya are getting a rental car and are going to pick up some stuff I ordered and groceries.” Cal brushed my wet hair over my shoulder and began stroking up and down my back. “We can maybe pay off a flight crew and fly back to our house.”

“But your tour. You can’t cancel the rest of it.” The thought of being on an airplane while in heat gave me heart palpitations. “I just need a good cry.”

I shut my eyes and focused on my breathing, which only made things worse because I didn’t smell like them anymore.

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