59. Amaya
59
AMAYA
S ix days. Five of which I've kept Oliver from Emmett and I'm feeling really damn weird about it.
Actually, I'm feeling really awkward about basically everything right now, but Vincent is adamant that we need to air out the nest and get me some fresh air. He also happened to mention Sam and Emmett were eager to ensure Oli and I are okay.
So here I am, padding down the stairs, trying to stifle my sniffles once again. Except this time, Oliver holds my hand and tugs me forward in encouragement while Vincent follows close behind, always ready to offer me support.
"Good morning," my beta greets cheerfully, making the two alphas in the kitchen jump like naughty children. I can't help the little giggle that slips out and I don't know if I want to if it's going to make Oliver beam down at me like he is now.
I blush and tilt my head down to cover my face behind my waves of hair. I had no idea what to expect when I was told I had to come down here, but Sam and Emmett dishing us up breakfast with matching grins wasn't it.
"Where would you like to sit, sweetie?" Emmett asks, touching my elbow ever so gently.
I nibble my lip and tug my hand free of Oliver's so I can wring them in front of me. The struggle it takes to make a decision frustrates me, and what does an omega do when frustrated, hungry, tired, and maybe a little disappointed about leaving her nest? Cry.
Panic steals Emmett’s serene expression, but he's quickly nudged aside by Vincent. He wavers in my watery vision until he dips to nuzzle the bite he left on me. In return, my sigh whispers over my matching one on his throat.
"Such a strong omega. You are doing beautifully, Amaya," Vincent praises both me and my primal side. His words help soothe my omega back to rest in the warmth of our newly formed tether. "Let’s eat on the couch, hmm?"
Over his shoulder, I peek at my couch nest and find it the same as it was the last time I was down here. I nod, but my lip pouts when I wrap my arms around my waist.
Vince notices, then adds his warm arm around me. "Oliver, go get her sheet, please."
Oliver drops his coffee on the counter that he was sipping while watching us with a small smile. He's dashing up the stairs and wrapping my favorite fabric around me before I truly register what's going on. The power of an alpha tending to his mating bite is as powerful as they say.
When Vincent pulls away, and my eyes flutter open, the other three guys are already sitting in the living room and taking their first bites of breakfast. Feeling awkward again for my few bouts of panic, I trail after my alpha who holds my breakfast and coffee.
I curl into the corner of my couch nest, wiggling around until everything is as it should be. With grabby hands I try to snag the coffee from Vincent, but he tsks at me and sets in on the coffee table.
"Eat first, then coffee." I pout. He pinches my bottom lip in his empty hand where my coffee just was. "Don't give me that look, little mate. Don't make me hand feed you."
Vincent's eyes flare, and a few chokes sound around the living room, telling me everyone likes how that sounds. I'm feeling uncomfortable enough with the other three watching my every move, so instead I huff and snatch the plate, earning me a chuckle from Vince.
Breakfast is a quiet affair, only the sound of our forks and light background music filling the tense space between us. Vincent sits close to me and trades my plate out for my yummy coffee.
"Pumpkin spice creamer," Samuel murmurs into the otherwise quiet room. "And a packet of sweetener, just like you used to drink."
My lip wobbles just when I thought I didn't have any tears left to give. "Thank you," I whisper. My first sip reminds me of those cozy mornings I used to spend on the porch with Nana. "It's perfect."
Sam nods, and goes back to his cinnamon roll, a flush coloring his cheeks pink. My face is also warm, but I hide it behind my hair again.
Unfortunately, days of hot sex cancel out the caffeine. My eyes droop, and I sink a little further into my nest. Vincent's fingers dance through my hair, gently rubbing my scalp and making a purr rise in my chest.
Emmett stiffens and swallows the beginnings of a growl, but Vince still picks up on it, of course. "Why don't you guys head home while Amaya gets some much needed rest?"
He doesn't call Em out on his slip of control, instead he gives the other alpha an out. Hopefully, just to compose himself, not because I made him uncomfortable. Maybe I've upset him? I don't mean for the whimper to slip free, but it does, calling to Emmett like it's meant to do, even if I kind of hate my emotions so easily being broadcasted.
Warm fingers pet my cheek just like they did days ago when he set off my heat. "We'll be back, sweet girl. I promise. I just need our beta to take care of some of my pent up energy."
I choke, blubbering like a fucking weirdo at his innuendo and wink. Laughter springs up around me, making me feel lighter than I have in years.
"Alright sicko," Sam grunts and shoves his friend to the door with a gag. "That's my brother you're talking about." To me, Sam smiles and blows me a little kiss like he used to when we were younger. "See you soon, Petal."
Again, with the fucking tears.
Oliver blocks my view of his brother and wipes my tears with a soft smirk. "Only happy tears for the rest of your life, please?" His teasing shocks a watery laugh out of me. "We'll be back. Rest now."
With a parting kiss to my forehead, my beta and his pack members walk out my front door. I sigh, and Vincent tugs on my hair a little. "No. No sad tears. Not after that handsome man begged you not to."
"Handsome, huh?" I tease, snuggling into his side.
"And sexy," he adds. His rumbling laughter and gentle arm tickles carry me off into a heavy nap.
As I ride the lazy river of slumber, a craving enters my dream on a float of ice cream. Maybe he will read my mind and I'll wake up to some chocolate ice cream.
"Sleep, little love, and your dreams will come true."