Page 34 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
I need to get out of here. I wanted to make sure she was okay, and she is, clearly. Right as I straighten out, a little noise leaves her and she shifts slightly.
"Mmmm." Her face rubs against the pillow, but her eyes stay closed. My heart stops, and I freeze in place. "Sammy-boy," she moans, and holy fuck.
Her hips tilt like she's grinding against the mattress, and another low moan leaves her.
She's having…a sex dream? About me? This is…unprecedented.
As quickly and quietly as I can, I slip out of her room. I don't dare stop moving until I make it out of the dorms, where I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath, willing my painfully hard cock to go down.
This omega…she'll either be the death of me, or exactly what I've been looking for.
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Jo
Idon't know what Sammy-boy was thinking, sneaking into my room last night, but he's lucky I took a liking to him. Otherwise, he would have been dead before he made it to my bedside.
Did I need to fuck with him by pretending I was in the throes of a sex dream starring him? Nah, but I figured it serves him right. The way he scuttled out of the room like the demons of hell themselves were after him made me chuckle into my pillow.
I'm not sure where Turnip was throughout that whole thing, but I'm glad she stayed hidden.
After Sammy-boy leaves, I take my desk chair and prop it up under the door, hoping to keep any other brave alphasout of my room.
Then I fall into a restless sleep, where I almostdohave an actual sex dream. In the panty-melting vision, I'm brought back to Hayden's embrace in the closed wing, but instead of breaking apart when Sam stumbles on us, we invite him to join us.
Of course, that's when I wake up. Fucking alarm clock.
Now all I want to know is if Sammy-boy’s stubble would tickle as he kisses down my neck, or if it would be more scratchy. How it would feel with two sets of hands on me instead of one. Would I be so overwhelmed with sensation I wouldn’t be able to tell who was touching where? Or would every point of contact light me up from the inside out, setting my skin on the best kind of fire?
That kiss yesterday…it did something to my brain. I'm no stranger to a good tongue tangle—hell, it's how I got half my targets alone. But it was never like this with any of them. The way I felt in Hayden's arms…it was like I was right where I was supposed to be.
How the fuck am I supposed to go about my day like a normal person when I have visions of what could-have-been running through my brain on a continuous loop?
Sighing, I get out of bed and try to start the day with my libido in check. Luckily, I manage to get things under control by the time I walk to the communal shower. I don't run into Paige this morning, thank fuck, and am able to shower in peace. Well, as in peace as I can be while trying to figure out how I can sneak back into that abandoned wing without anyone noticing so I can have a proper snoop around. Now that I know where it is, it's just a matter of not getting caught.
I get so lost in thought, that I'm almost late to my labor shift in the kitchen. My stomach rumbles while I help peel and cut potatoes for a breakfast casserole at seven in the morning. "You weren't at dinner last night,Lisichka." I grit my teeth and ignore the burly alpha next to me, who has somehow conned Fuzzy into letting him help wash dishes.
Not that he's washing dishesnow, the sneaky bastard. His eyes are trained on my hands as I deftly cut the potatoes, my movements swift and sure. It really seems like this alpha just gets away with whatever the hell he wants.
"Careful, Sugar, or I might think you're worried about me." I don't lift my eyes to look at him, my attention focused on the task at hand. Truth is, I felt nauseous as hell after Doctor Brooks took notes on my current state and made some adjustments to my follow-up injection. After my first dose when I got here, it had felt like everything that I used to be able to sense was…muted. As of this morning, though? It's just…gone. It started off how it did last time, my senses slowly receding back into my omega. I was able to catch a whiff of Sam's coffee and whiskey scent when he snuck in last night, which is how I knew I was safe.
But now, even with Kole right next to me, I can't get a hint of his gunpowder and rain signature. It bothers me more than it should.
"Iwasworried about you," he says, so softly I almost don't hear it. He leans forward, as if trying to scent me, then frowns. I guess he can't smell me either. "I have to ask, if you can handle a knife like that, Little Fox, why did you send me off with a mere stab wound the other day?"
"Sugar, I have no idea what you're talkin' about." I glare at him, tilting my chin to Fuzzy, who is busy at the stove behind us. "How on the gods' green Earth could I stab anyone without a weapon?"
He flashes his teeth at me, scooping my discarded potato skins into the trash. "Humor me,Lisichka," he rumbles with that thick Russian accent. "Hypothetically, if you merely stabbed an alpha who was cornering you instead of filleting his knot off at the base as you had threatened to do an hour earlier, what would be the reason for that?"
"I ‘spose…" I choose my words carefully, grabbing another potato, "it could mean that I didn't want to hurt said alpha…atthatparticular point in time."
He's silent for a moment, before a pleased rumble comes from him. What…? Is Kole…purring?
My brows shoot up as I whip my attention to him, and then his own eyebrows raise, his gaze dropping down to his chest like he might be able to see the source of the noise. "Well Sugar." I give him a shit-eating grin. "I'm flattered."
The scary, apparently ex-mafia muscle man ispurringfor me. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. As expected, his expression shifts to one of complete mortification and he quickly leaves the kitchen like his ass is on fire. What is it about alphas running away from me that makes me feel all powerful?
"You better be careful with that one, Jojo." Fuzzy rumbles from his spot at the stove. "With all of 'em."
