Page 34 of Knot My Omega

“Lily?”

I blinked my eyes and saw Harlan, my down-to-earth guy. “Hi. You wanted me to wake you up to run to the store?”

“Could you come hold me?” I didn’t even know I was going to say it, but suddenly I couldn’t stand not touching him. “Please?”

“Anytime, omega. There’s nothing I like more than holding you in my arms.” He left the doorway and came in, sitting on the side of the bed and gathering me to him. “Is anything wrong?”

“No. Lie down with me?”

“Of course.” He slid down to lie flat with me half on top of him. “Did you have a bad dream, sweetheart?”

“Something like that.” My cheeks flamed. I thought I’d gotten past that since we’d been sleeping together. “They were actually kind of naughty dreams.”

“Was I in it?” He winked at me, but then smoothed his hand down my cheek. “Tell me what you need from me, sweetheart. Whatever you need.”

“Touch me?” I wasn’t even sure exactly what I was asking for, but I needed something. “Just please touch me.”

“Are you sure?”

We’d agreed they’d help me get through the heat, but we weren’t mated yet. Not marked. And sometimes I wasn’t sure why I’d been holding back. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Harlan kissed me then, at first sweetly, but when I parted my lips, his tongue delved in to explore, and I sank into the sensations. While he kissed me senseless, his hands wandered my body, over my clothes, at first, but it wasn’t enough for me. I had been marked by one of them, and I didn’t want to take things all the way with any of them without marking by them all. All I knew was I ached for them, and Harlan’s gentle strokes and deep kisses were sending me into a frenzy. I opened my shirt, bringing his hands to my breasts and arching my back when he cupped them. His lips moved down to the curves exposed by my demi bra, then the front clasp fell away, and I was exposed from the waist up, nipples peaked, breathing harsh, and limbs trembling. He continued to kiss and suckle at my skin, drawing my nipple into his mouth while his hand crept down and into my leggings, where his fingers encountered the slick his touch brought on. I held his head to my breasts, while he stroked me between my legs, circling my clit, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. He knew just what to do, what to say, how to whisper things against my skin that made me crave more.

And then, as waves of pleasure crashed over me, I tipped my head to the side and invited him to mark me. The piercing of myflesh made me come again. If this was what it was like with a simple touch, with one of them, how would I survive making love with all three?

Mating them would kill me.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Lily

A week later, after the afternoon nap with Harlan, my heat was coming hard and fast. No longer could I convince myself that I was going to make it through this whole heat thing unscathed or unmated. I was pacing through the house, talking to myself and more or less ready to hump anything that moved. My nest was suddenly wrong. I needed it to be different and until it was, I could not rest. As I roamed, I found things that belonged in my nest and took them there. The afghan from the couch, a pillow from Harlan’s room. I pulled everything off my bed and remade it. Properly. It had to be right.

How could I have ever been satisfied with the way it was. Sure, the guys made the room nice for me, but it wasn’t how I needed my nest to be. When had I started thinking of it as a nest? I had no idea. Maybe an hour ago or yesterday, but it was that now, and it was the place I would mate with my alphas. I’d always scoffed at the things that made an omega different, but as heat crashed over me in waves, I kept adding and deleting things from my room, from my nest. Maybe the mattress belonged on the floor. No, that was wrong. Unless maybe it belonged in the corner? And that was good for location but not for height, so I pushed it away and worked the platform into that spot, wrestled the mattress back on top, and made up the bed. And it was the wrong corner.

When Roan showed up in the room, I was coated in sweat, hair sticking up all over my head, and panting in frustration. “Lily? Omega? What is going on?” In arranging my bed, I’d pushed the other furniture around as well, and the room was a total disaster.

I fell to my knees, sobbing. Feverish. Exhausted but enervated at the same time. “I can’t do it. I can’t get it right.”

“What can’t you get right?” He lifted me to my feet and turned me to face him. “How can I help?”

“I don’t know. But it’s so wrong.”

“We can do it together.” He brushed my tears away and took me into the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up a little first, okay?”

I sniffled. “All right.”

Roan dampened a washcloth and wiped my face then held the cool cloth on the back of my neck. I didn’t see how that would do anything, but then it helped. My breathing came more under control, and the heat dissipated a little. “Better?”

I nodded, letting out a long sigh. “But I need the nest put back together. And right. It has to be right.”

“Then we’d better get to work. Because if I’m not completely wrong, you’re going to want to use it. You’re all the way in heat, mate.”

“My underwear is soaked.” It sounded awful even to me, but it was a fact. “And I feel awful. My hair hurts. If this is heat, it’s the least romantic thing in the world.”

“I think you’re right.” He pulled my sweaty hair back and braided it, fastening it with a hair tie at the bottom. “But we’re here for you. All of us.”

“I’m so tired. I don’t think I can move the mattress again. Or the dresser.”

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