Page 79 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“A nest,” Nate says.
“Yes, and what does an omega like in his or her nest?”
“Cushions, blankets, soft shit.”
“Right. So you know the basics, that’s a relief. But anything else?”
We all look at her blankly.
She huffs. “Security, comfort, affection, touch and,” my sister lifts up her drink, “sweet things.” She takes a long suck on her straw and the bodyguard’s eyes turn darker. Definitely time for a reassignment.
“We knew that shit,” I say, nodding with self-assurance.
“So you offered her all those things did you?”
“I made her a cake. With shit loads of sugar in it,” Nate says proudly to Molly before muttering to the rest of us, “it’s why she let me eat her out.”
If Molly hears this additional piece of information, she ignores it.
“Good,” Molly says. “Just remember the other things too. You alphas,” she points a finger at us all, “can get swept up in all the sex-business. Half the men I meet are only after one thing–”
“What men?” I growl.
“–but you need to give us omegas all the other stuff too. If you want to make us happy, that is. If you want to make us purr.”
She glances up at Mr. Bodyguard and smiles.
If any of these activities involve a gun, this man is in trouble.
“Are we ready to move out?” she asks.
“You’re not going to tell us what we’re doing?”
“Nope,” she says, jumping to her feet, Mr. Bodyguard automatically matching her movements. “I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.”
* * *
I followMolly’s directions through the city, trying to work out where the hell she’s taking us and what this mystery team bonding exercise is. When she instructs me to take a left and pull up into the parking lot at the mall, we all groan.
“Please tell me there’s a laser tag or something in here,” Hardy groans.
“No, you’re going shopping.”
We all groan louder still.
“Shopping is likely to tear us apart, not bring us together,” I tell her.
“Then, you’ll have to find a way to work through that, won’t you?” She tugs her cellphone from her purse. “Now, I’m sending you all a list of items an omega would want and need in their nest. You will have to work together to buy these items and return them to me within … hmmm … I think I’ll give you two hours.” She presses her phone and ours all bleep.
“Fuck me, this list is longer than my cock,” Hardy says.
“Must be fucking tiny, then,” Angel says.
“Why are we doing this?” I say, glancing at the list of thirty-odd items with cynicism.
“Ax, tell me, do you have a nest set up in your penthouse?” She holds up her hand when I begin to speak. “A proper one, not something you cobbled together the last time some omega rocked by to share her heat.”
I shake my head.
