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I toss him a flirty flip of my hair. Yes, Sir.
Back to grinning, Meg waves a dismissive hand. “You guys are going to be great.” She bends to the side and grabs a small box. “Here, I got you something.”
“Meg!” I cry. “You know you don’t need to do this sort of thing anymore.”
“I know, I know. But I couldn’t help myself.”
I pluck the ribbon off and remove the lid. A laugh and a sob tangle in my throat when I see the Timberwolf-blue heart-shaped sunglasses inside.
My best friend smiles, so genuinely happy for me that I can feel it. She waves at the matching orange pair nestled into her hair. “Now we both have eye protection,” she says, grinning. “For all this dick measuring.”
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sixty
The panties tucked into my suit jacket are red.
They barely have enough material to make a single fold, but this is the pair I took off my omega this morning after coffee, and I’ve gotten oddly sentimental about wearing whatever she provides. Even if they still smell faintly of her pre-heat perfume.
My Alpha isn’t sure whether we love having it on us or hate that any other person in the entire universe might notice. Impulses tick under my skin,flying too fast for me to nail any of them down.
My instincts have been worse ever since Remi’s symptoms ramped up. The sharper and sweeter her perfume gets, the more we are on edge. There have even been a few pissing matches among ourselves; all of us jockeying for position the second she expresses even the slightest interest in sex. Last night, I swore Cass was going to rip Damon’s throat out for trying to steal the Big Spoon position in bed after he had already gotten to take a shower with her.
Hopefully, none of this shit will be an issue for her next heat. Archer gave me a comprehensive run-down of exactly what to expect, including all of our Alphas getting more and more territorial. As soon as we bond, those impulses will settle. Allegedly.
It’s hard for me to picture that when I’m borderline-feral. I haven’t gotten any work done all day, too busy imagining what it will finally feel like to sink my teeth into her neck.
I’m nervous. Archer recommended waiting until the end of her heat to bond with her so she’ll be lucid. I’m fairly certain I can handle holding off… until I scent her slicing sweetness, swirling around the house. Or from my jacket pocket.
Fuck. This is not going to be easy.
Irene and Julian insist that the only thing I need to be a good alpha during my omega’s heat is to pay attention to my instincts. I’ve been practicing; zeroing in on all the minute nudges I’ve spent years silencing.
Maybe that’s why I notice the way the back of my neck prickles while I loop a tie around my neck. I pause with it halfway tied, listening to Remi’s quiet singing voice.
Is that an ABBA song?
My feet carry me down the hall faster than they normally would. I knock on Remi’s cracked bedroom door, pushing it open to find her standing at the foot of her bed. There’s a pile of sheets on the floor beside her. And she only has half of her clothes on.
Goddamn, she looks good. White heeled sandals and a tight teal mini-skirt make her legs long and lean. The white lacy bra molded to her breasts contrasts with her pretty skin. Her hair is half-curled, the top portion still clipped up on top of her head like she rushed out of the bathroom mid-style to…
…strip our bed?
Oh fuck. The scents. On the sheets.
She’s nesting.
Stepping into the room, I pitch my voice low, going for soft and affectionate. “Hi, angel. Time to get these sheets into the nest?”
Remi turns, her eyes unfocused. “I—um—I—no. No. I can wait. We have the playoff game tonight. We have to—um—go? We have to go!”
I approach her slowly, reaching over to smooth my hands down her arms. My purr wants to kick up, so I let it. “We don’t have to go,” I soothe, flexing a solid bit of dominance, layered with lust to soften its blow. “Let’s get in your nest. I want you.”
Poor baby. She’s shaking and burning up. I’d be shocked if she wasn’t in pain already. I bet she’s been suppressing it all week, trying to force her Omega into submission so she doesn’t fuck things up for the guys.
She doesn’t know that we’ve all discussed it over and over, only to come to the same conclusion every time: she comes first. And this heat means everything to us.
Between tips from the Ash pack alphas and my classes, I feel completely prepared. As I step up and pull Remi into my chest, I slide my phone out of my pocket and shoot off the round of texts I’ve had prepped for weeks, along with a two-hour grocery order I’ve refreshed daily.
