Page 69 of Forget me Knot
“Hey,” he says, stroking my hair. “You are not a burden, Lily. You are our omega, and we will always take care of you. This is the least we can do for you. Remember, this is a two-way street. You are easing our ruts in a way that no other omega ever has or could. We owe you everything for making us feel the way we do now.”
“Really?” I blink back the tears as I look at him and know he is telling me the truth.
“Really,” Jack reassures me, brushing his lips against my forehead. The warmth of his touch calms the last of my sobs, and I allow myself to fully relax into his embrace.
Max’s soothing scent envelops me as he moves closer. “Come on, peaches,” he says softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we’ll make sure you’re fed and rested.”
Jack’s knot deflates, and I wince slightly as he pulls out, leaving their combined scents lingering on my skin. The room feels warmer, softer with a sense of shared intimacy that makes my heart swell.
Sam lifts me effortlessly, cradling me against his broad chest as he carries me to the bathroom.
“Thanks for not slinging me over your shoulder,” I joke.
He snorts. “I wouldn’t dare treat such a precious creature so haphazardly.”
I smile up at him and cup his face. “You’re precious to me too.”
He grins as he waits for Max to get the shower going and then places me gently inside.
Max guides me under the warm spray first, letting it cascade over my tired muscles. I sigh deeply, feeling the hot water wash away the stickiness an orgy in heat brings. Their hands are everywhere at once—massaging shampoo into my hair, soaping up my skin in long, soothing strokes.
“Close your eyes,” Max murmurs as he gently rinses out the shampoo.
I obey, savouring the feeling of being thoroughly pampered. They’re gentle but thorough, their touches reverent as if they’re worshipping me with each caress.
Once we’re all clean, Max turns the shower off and hands me off to a waiting Jack, who wraps my plush robe around me and scoops me up. “Hungry?”
My stomach growls in response, and I nod, resting my head on his shoulder. “Starving,” I admit, feeling the fatigue settling into my bones. The lingering masculine scents of Max, Sam, and Jack swirl around me, comforting me but also driving me wild,
“We’ll fix that,” Sam says, brushing a kiss on my forehead before disappearing into the bedroom and returning with a laden-down tray Jack brought in earlier.
Jack carries me to the sofa, gently setting me down and propping pillows behind me. He covers me with a soft blanket as Max settles beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
“Can I clean up your nest?” Jack asks shyly. “Make sure you have dry blankets?”
Smiling at him before I shove a sandwich into my face, I nod.
He goes off happily to arrange that, knowing as well as I do, that I will undo his handiwork and redo it to my liking, as soon as I’ve had enough food to feed an army.
While I munch on my sandwich, Max’s soothing scent surrounds me. He pulls me closer, and I rest my head against his solid chest, feeling the vibrations of his heartbeat.
“Does that taste as good as it looks?” Sam teases, sitting at the edge of the sofa with a mischievous grin. He’s devouring me with those warm eyes of his, and I smile back.
“It’s fucking epic,” I mumble through a mouthful of food. “You’re spoiling me rotten.”
“That’s the plan,” Sam says with a wink before he leans over and steals a quick kiss from my lips. “Can’t have our omega feeling anything less than cherished.”
I finish quickly and lean back against Max, letting out a satisfied sigh. Sam joins us on the sofa, pulling my legs over his lap and rubbing gentle circles into my calves.
“You know,” I muse aloud, my eyelids growing heavier by the second, “I could get used to this.”
Max tightens his arm around me. “We hope you do. It’s everything you deserve. Jack is right, Lily, about what you’re giving to us. We need this. Undoubtedly, not as much as you do, but we need this. We needyou.”
“I’m glad to be of service,” I say with a giggle and snuggle into him. His arms are strong, his chest solid, and I’m staggered by how much I feel for him so quickly.
Jack returns, arms laden down with soggy blankets and stuffs them in the washing machine. I’m impressed with his domesticity.
“All done,” he says, coming over and sitting on the coffee table.
