Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

MORRIS

T he roads are getting worse, which makes me scowl. The snow wasn’t supposed to come in this fast. Dammit. I fucking hate when the weatherman lies to me.

Picking up the phone, I call my sister who is on vacation in Bermuda. Missouri is not her favorite place to be during the winter, but her pack’s family lives here as do I, so she deals with it.

“Hey sis,” I say as soon as she answers. I’m not a fan of talking on the phone while driving, but if I pull over, I may end up in a snow drift. I’m fucked either way.

“ Are you okay? You sound weird,” Zela asks. My older sister is just too smart.

“I’m on a job, and I’m about to become a popsicle if I don’t find a place to pull over soon,” I sigh. “I’m driving through a snowstorm that wasn’t supposed to happen until I was much further into my drive.”

“ How far is my house from you ?” she asks immediately. Damn, I love this woman.

“Twenty minutes. I’m with the rest of Pack Dresmond. Can we crash there?” I ask. I force my voice to sound normal, even though I’m worried about the little omega sleeping in the trunk. Jed is sitting across from her, staring at her as if he can figure out her secrets while she sleeps.

I don’t think it works like that, Alpha. Good luck though. She shrugged off his bark as if it was nothing. I can’t even do that. They feel like bee stings forcing me to submit. Thankfully, Jed is careful not to push his alpha dominance into his bark often.

“ Yes, Morris, of course. There’s food in the deep freezer, the generator works in case you end up without power, and we even decorated the Christmas tree. The kids may have made a bit of a mess with the tinsel, but I’m not there to see it,” Zela giggles. “ Anything else you need?”

I want to close my eyes in shame at my next question, but she’s the only one I can ask. “I may have a pack-less omega going through her first heat. I have a suspicion her father has had her on suppressants most of her adult life. Any suggestions on what to do about that?” I ask.

Zela is quiet for so long that I swallow hard. She knows who I work for so she won’t press for details, but I’m not afraid to admit that I’m in over my head. A door snicks closed, making me realize she was walking away from her pack to talk. “ Please tell me you’re joking…” she hisses.

Blowing out a breath, I shake my head, knowing she can’t see me. “Nope,” I gulp, tossing my locs over my shoulder in distress. I’m pretty solid in a stressful situation, but I hate upsetting my big sister. My large body is tense, and my shoulders are touching my ears as I have this conversation.

“Help, please. I can’t tell you anything else or I would. I was just going to throw her in the basement because you typically keep that really clean and scent less.”

“ Please don’t throw that omega anywhere ,” Zela pleads. I wasn’t being literal, but better safe than sorry when your baby brother works for the mob. “ I have clean, fluffy blankets in the closet on the main floor. The cleaning lady came in while we were gone, so she can pretty much stay wherever. Omegas like spaces without a lot of windows, so the basement bedroom that we’re turning into a theater would be perfect ? —”

“I don’t want her to be too comfortable,” Jed growls from the back, but I ignore him.

Please don’t let Zela have heard him. My sister is incredibly protective over omegas after her best friend had such an awful heat, even if she doesn’t know them.

“Thank you,” I tell my sister, playing it cool. “She’s sleeping, but I’m hoping to make it to the house before she wakes up.”

“ Morris,” Zela says in warning. “ Is your pack going to help her through her heat? I probably have some prepackaged emergency omega sex toys in the closet up in my room if you’re not. It’s not the same, but it’ll help. It would be better if you just fucked her.”

Kane snorts, and I know he heard her. A blush crawls up my neck as my sister tells me to fuck an omega with my pack. There are very few things off the table with my sister, if any. Telling me where to stick my dick isn’t even one of them.

Zela has been telling me for years that I deserve better than Pack Dresmond. She thinks I need alphas with more morals and less crazy. Unfortunately, I’m stuck with them.

“Um, good to know. I don’t want to know why you have those,” I tell her, my voice strangled. “Thanks for your help.”

“ One more thing, you’ll have to coax her and remind her to eat and drink. I have frozen fruit in my freezer. It’ll help her. Omega heat sex can vary, but sometimes it’ll last three days to a week,” Zela warns.

Fuck, I don’t have a week.

“Thanks,” I sigh, hanging up.

“That sounded like a pretty awkward conversation, bro,” Demon chuckles darkly. I roll my eyes because it really was.

“I took one for the team,” I mutter. “I’m pulling off here to take this road up to her house. She said the heat could last for several days. There’s no real way to know.”

“Jed, did you decide if we’re gonna taste the auction goods?” Kane asks. As much as the brothers mouth off in their insanity, Jed is our alpha. He’s the one who is the boss and our leader.

The buck stops with him. Jed grunts as he stares at the little sleeping omega twitching in her sleep. His fingers keep moving as if he wants to touch her, and finally he gives in, rubbing her ankle.

My alpha enjoys taking care of his people, and I wonder what that means for Adira when her future involves the auction house. There are a lot of fucked up packs who attend those. People who are banned from matching with omegas with the agencies.

Demon’s still looking at her as if she may bite him. I don’t know what kind of literal demons surround him, but it’s clear that he had a panic attack earlier. For as long as we’ve been a pack, he’s still an enigma to me.

Demon has always held himself aloof from me. We are pack mates, but there’s no attraction between us, which is fine. However, I don’t know him very well even after five years of being practically family, because of his need for control and holding himself apart.

He has to be perfect in all things as well. I hope this little omega manages to help him remove the stick from his ass.

Whatever happens, I think as I pull into the driveway, it’ll be interesting.

KANE

Morris’ sister has a sweet house, even though it is out in the middle of nowhere. Stepping out of the car, I look around as my boots crunch on the snow. I want to check in on the little omega in the trunk.

I’ve listened to every whispered breath like it’s my job, even though I pretended as if it wasn’t. Adria is wiggling herself under my skin, and I wonder what that means for the loyalty I have for my father. She’s earmarked for the auction house, even though she had no idea what her father was doing.

She seems too innocent to have known.

This is quite the opposite of the thoughts I had when I stormed her home and then bombed it, and I keep my face restrained in a cruel smirk as I open the back door.

Jed grunts as he removes his fingers from Adira’s ankle as if they burn, but I can tell he’s being affected by her too.

“I’ll take her down to the basement?” I suggest, even as I wrap my arm under her back and the other under her knees. I plan to cross quickly, because the temperature is much colder than it was.

Or, should I look as if I’m unbothered by the omega freezing, while still ensuring that my long legs eat up the space between here and the basement? Best to play it cool .

I don’t want anyone to take my little rabbit from me yet.

“Yeah, Morris, Damon, and I will secure the house,” Jed grunts with a nod. “I need to update Dad as well. He’s going to be less than pleased about this, but there’s nothing I can do to change it. It’s not safe to be in an enclosed moving space with an omega in heat, even in the best conditions.”

“This snow is just gonna keep getting worse,” Morris mutters, looking up.

It's dropping steadily on us, and I walk toward the front door, forcing our beta to make tracks. He does, after all, have the keys to the house.

“Take the door to the right and go straight down. I’m going to grab blankets. It’s one of the things Zela said Adira would need,” he says.

“Do you have any cold packs? Is there a fridge with a mini freezer downstairs?” I ask, spitting out suggestions.

“Yes, all of that is downstairs. The room we’re putting her in is being remodeled soon into a large theater,” Morris explains before spinning away to get the blankets.

This is a piss poor nest, little rabbit. It’s the best that can be done right now though. Opening the door while holding her, I jog downstairs carefully. My nose tickles with the scent of bleach and floor cleaner. Holding in a sneeze, I walk across the large basement, surveying the area.

There’s a small kitchen to the right, no windows at all, and then a room that I assume is the future theater room. Walking in, I flick the light, humming in annoyance at how bright the glow is. This won’t do at all.

“Why are you staring as if you’re smelling shit?” Demon asks. The fucker was so quiet, I didn’t realize that he was following me.

“The light is too bright in here, and it’s not right,” I grunt. “Ask Morris to find me lamps with shades. Better yet, he’s got nieces right? Steal any fairy lights they may have. If they don’t have any and are an absolute traitor to all things girly, grab some Christmas lights. These lights have got to go.”

Demon stares at me for a moment as if I’ve lost my mind before wheeling away to go back upstairs. Looking down at the little rabbit in my arms, I can feel she’s warming up again. Will a lukewarm bath work for her?

Why did I ignore omega health in high school? Fuck.

“Found some,” Demon says sourly as he walks back in. He looks uncertain as he puts lamps in all four corners on the lowest setting before he shuts off the overhead light. Grunting to himself he looks around as he pulls a stapler from one of his pockets and begins putting up the twinkly lights.

We are not soft men, but these things matter to the little rabbit. A broken omega won’t sell well.

That’s what I’m telling myself. I refuse to look closely at it. I can’t keep her, even as I begin to feel possessive. I just want to help her through this, get my dick wet, and then move on with my life.

I swear. That’s it.

Jed walks in with blankets, Morris following closely behind him.

“The floor is hard.” I don’t know why those are the first words I utter when I see them, but they are.

The little rabbit is burning even hotter now, and I bring her closer to me, giving a practice purr. Whimpering, she relaxes against me, and I rub my shaved cheek against hers. I don’t know what I’m doing. I need a handbook on dummies for omegas.

“Zela didn’t seem to think it would matter when she suggested this room.” Morris shrugs as he lays out the blankets, looking around the room. “This is still shit, but my sister may not beat my ass.”

“It isn’t Hotel Omega, nor is it supposed to be,” Jed reminds me, his voice gravelly as he looks at the omega. “Put her down, Kane. There’s no reason to get attached. She’s not a stray cat.”

“He killed the last one,” Demon reminds us.

“I didn’t mean to,” I mutter. I left the door open and Fluffy was run over by a car. It was the last time I let something follow me home that I could accidentally kill.

Until today.

Adira is homeless, packless, and goddamn does she smell delicious.

“Kane,” my brother reminds me that I was supposed to be doing something. Oh yes, the omega.

Dropping to my knees as Morris stocks the fridge with water and fruit, I lay Adira down on the blanket laden floor. It’s the poor omega’s version of a nest, but it’s the best we can do for now.

As soon as my hands no longer touch her skin, her forehead wrinkles in the most adorable way. Adira appears outrightly offended.

“Alpha,” she whimpers, writhing on the blankets. “Hot. Not right. Ughhh.”

My fingers twitch to help her. What is this little omega doing to me? I want to know what’s right, but I know it could likely be anything. I am paralyzed by inadequacy, something I’ve never had a problem with in my life.

“What does she need?” Demon asks softly.

“You, you idiots,” Morris mutters. Glancing up, I see the beta attempting to exit the makeshift nest, his cock just as hard as ours is. I can see the thick indentation under his pants, and I know he wants her.

There’s no way I’m doing this without him. Reaching over, I grab his belt link, pulling him back as Jed closes the door to the room.

“If we’re idiots, we’re bumbling through this together, Baby,” Jed croons. It’s the closest I’ve heard him to uttering a purr and my brows raise as he wraps his hand in Morris’ locs, pulling his head back to ravage his lips in a filthy kiss.

Morris’ toned, cocoa skin ripples as his muscles bunch. He moans into my brother’s mouth, as I toe off my boots and begin undressing. Apparently fucking will be happening very soon.

Demon drops to the floor, pulling his shirt off by the neck. “Get rid of your weapons,” he grunts. “Find a corner of the room to stash them, ensure the safety of the omega.”

As if he pulls our strings, we obey, taking his weapons as well as he hands them over. Once done, he crawls to Adira.

“Little omega, what do you need? What’s not right?” he asks softly.

Her eyes open, blue eyes blown with so much lust that I almost come. She’s scissoring her legs against each other for friction, and Demon yanks her leggings off along with her shoes. Her beautiful, pink slit is leaking frosting scented slick, making me lick my lips in anticipation.

“Too many clothes,” she complains, pulling at her clothes. “Off… please. Bad.”

Her pouting is almost cute, and I drop to my knees now naked, crawling toward her to help. “Poor little rabbit,” I purr, making her whine and shudder.

I believe I’ve found something Adira likes. “Fix it.”

As if she used an alpha bark to command us with dominance, Demon and I pull her clothes off.

“Yesss,” she whispers. Blinking as her wish comes true, she looks around the room. Eyes focusing on the lights, blankets underneath her, and then us in that succession, she licks her lips as she runs a hand down her neck. It goes across her plump breasts with pebbled nipples the color of unripe strawberries, down her tight stomach, and between her legs to dive into what has to be a sopping wet pussy.

“Are you as wet as the river?” I purr, watching her push three fingers into her cunt.

Quickly, she whines again as she finds that fingers aren’t going to do the job. I can help though, and I am nothing if not an enthusiastic lover. Running my nose up her leg, I groan as I’m hit with her cookie and frosting scent. My little rabbit isn’t scared of me right now.

Good. She shouldn't be. Not right now. Maybe later, once she’s a little more sane. For now though? The little rabbit is intriguing, slicking, and desperate for our cocks.

As my tongue drags up her core, my eyes roll back and I can feel the alpha haze start to take over. I’ve never been worried about losing control. The best way to live life is with the pedal to the ground and no compass.

Frosting. Cookies. A perfect, tight pussy.

This is what my life is reduced to right now, and it feels right. Anything else can wait until I’m not snowed in with a heat drenched omega.