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Omegas’ nests are meant to be a sanctuary, and the vibes this morning tell me I accomplished my goal last night. Cammie is splayed out on Reid’s chest, the two of them breathing in unison. I would give myself kudos, but despite the snuggle-buzz I’m rocking, my thoughts are jumbled.
Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. Cammie has agreed to stay, and we’ve officially begun the process of making her ours. Not to mention, third base has never been so hot. I’ve been attracted to a few women, but I’ve never unleashed that curiosity until last night. And Cammie did not disappoint. She’s so fucking perfect. I can’t wait to learn all her tells and map her body until I know exactly how to draw out the most from her pleasure.
Watching her come on my alpha’s tongue was seriously so fucking hot. And eating her out is going to be my new favorite thing. I want to walk around smelling like raspberries and her come, so everyone knows that her sweet pussy is satisfied.
The sounds that woman makes when she’s wet and needy could fuel my fantasies for life. And fuck is she responsive. Cammie is a flower following the sun, so eager for touch. It’s incredible, something to cherish and nurture, but it also rips my heart in two.
She’s starved for gentleness, for touch.
I can’t help fixating on it. Obviously, Cammie’s relationship with her former alpha wasn’t steady. Still, I don’t think I grasped the extent of his influence until the piece she added last night when she said that she had failed to take a knot.
Failed. As if the ability to take a knot determined her worth.
The comments about betas she and Ben have made are starting to add up, and I really don’t like the picture they make of how this asshole treated her before he fucking left them.Alone.It’s had me yo-yoing between wanting to cry and committing murder all morning.
That motherfucker is lucky I don’t know a guy because his ass would be toast. Ugh. I hate that I don’t know how to fix it.
“What’s got you thinking so hard this morning?” Cammie asks, her voice silky soft with sleep.
Shit. I’ve been caught obsessing. I don’t want to pressure Cammie into talking about her past before she’s ready, so I tell her a half-truth. “I was thinking about how I like the way you smell this morning.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, leaning in to kiss her good morning. “You smell like ours.”
“I think I’m stuck to Reid’s chest and smell like I need a shower.” She smiles, looking so fucking beautiful wrapped up in our alpha’s arms, with her hair splayed out along her back and the sheet tugged down to show off the curve of her spine. My hand itches to carve the scene or paint it, though I don’t know if I could do it justice.
Reid’s grip tightens around her waist, and in his delicious sleep voice, he says, “Don’t you dare get up yet.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.” Cammie laughs. “My body is still made of goo.”
Reid tucks me closer into his side, and his other hand rubs idly up and down Cammie’s back. Her lashes flutter closed, and she hums a satisfied sound that’s the cutest thing. It’s like her own version of a purr.
“Don’t think I missed the part where you dodged the real question,” she says, opening one eye to stare me down.
I innocently bat my lashes at her. “You don’t think I was replaying last night on repeat and dreaming about the next time I’ll get to make you come?”
“Finn!” Cammie closes her eyes, burrowing into Reid’s chest and hiding her face. Not before I see the blush on her cheeks though. I want that blush to be permanent from how often I shower her with affection.
“I’ll be glad to provide a demonstration,” I tease, leaning over Reid and brushing the cloud of her hair off her shoulder. Her skin smells of ripe berries, making my cock thicken. I kiss along the dip of her shoulder, my fingers gliding over the curve of her back.
Reid makes a grumbly sound from deep in his chest. “That sounds like the perfect start to the morning.”
Cammie peeks out from Reid’s chest. “Maybe after Finn tells us why he was really having trouble sleeping.”
My lips tug up. “You’re not letting this go, huh?” I lean in for a kiss.
“Nope,” she says against my lips. “You were scowling so hard it woke me up.”
Ugh. Omega nesting fail.
I take her lips in a soft kiss of reassurance.“Sorry about that, gorgeous.”
“Did I do something wrong?” she whispers.
The question hurts, but I’m the one who walked into it like a bumbling idiot.
I run my finger down the slope of her button nose. “No, baby. You’ve done nothing, I promise. I’m being nosy, but I swear that you’re perfect.”
Her mistrustful eyes find mine, and I want to wince at how I’ve fumbled this whole thing.
Instead, I cup her cheek. “I didn’t mean to make you anxious. If there is ever something I’m upset with you about, I promise I’ll come to you.”
