Chapter 19: Lennox

Chapter Nineteen

Lennox

F luffing the pillows a final time, I fall onto my butt and swipe my hand over my sweaty forehead.

The nest is incredible. Entering through the door from the hallway, the bathroom is directly to the left. Past that, there are storage cabinets along the wall leading to the massive bench seat with a killer view out the oversized bay window.

It’s way too open for me to feel comfortable at this stage, so I left that part alone for now. I would like to spend some time snuggled up in front of the view once my need for a confined space lessens.

The den nest takes up the entire right side of the room. It has a mattress at least as big as the bed in the pack bedroom and plush carpet lining the walking areas around it.

This is the area I’ve spent all my time focusing on because it’s enclosed with full walls on three sides and a giant curtain that can be pulled across the front to completely close it in.

My eyes burn, like I’ve spent too long staring at my phone screen. Rubbing at them doesn’t help, and when I open them again, it becomes clear how fuzzy everything is.

The hair on my arms stands up as a shiver slides down my spine.

I’m far from cold, even though I stripped out of my pajamas at some point.

I glance around, checking to see where they landed. It’s time to put some clothing back on, so I can track down Rush or Thorne.

Having both would be nice .

My entire body pulses with heat, and I clutch at my stomach as I spot my Santa pajamas thrown carelessly by the half-closed curtain.

The really strange part is that I don’t remember taking them off. I’ve heard that omegas lose memories during a heat. It’s pretty common knowledge that we hyperfocus on sex and lose a lot of situational awareness. It’s why we’re told to have any important conversations well before the heat is supposed to hit and to make sure we’re in a safe place with people we trust.

I crawl toward my clothing while contemplating if a blanket would be easier.

Nude would be fine too.

It’s not like I’m out in public.

My lower stomach contracts painfully as my core pulses.

Holy crap.

I’m going to end up leaving a trail of slick dripping behind me.

That’s so gross.

The opposite of hot.

Rolling over onto my back, I rub at the ache in my stomach and end up in a ball.

Great.

Now I’m turning into one of those roly-poly bugs.

“Whoa, holy shit.” Rush stands at the bottom of the stairs to the den nest. “Lennox, are you okay?”

Damn.

Rush really is hot. He’s in dark sweats, and he found a new T-shirt somewhere. Maybe he changed completely while I was busy.

I’m not sure.

It’s probably really inappropriate to be fascinated by the way the dark gray material stretches over his cock.

Dear God, that’s sexy.

His dirty blond waves bounce as his head tilts. “Are you okay?”

“I was,” I groan. “Not sure if I currently am.”

He only hesitates for another second before he stomps up the stairs and skirts around the half-open curtain.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, shaking his head.

My eyes throb, so I clench them closed as heat pulses through my entire body. Agony follows the warmth, and my legs twitch as I whimper.

The den area seems to get darker, and a low whooshing sound fills the air.

Huh, I wonder if he turned on a fan or something.

“Okay, I’ve got you,” Rush murmurs as the nest mattress jolts. I’m pretty sure he kneels at my side because his huge hand lands on my shoulder. “Fucking hell. You’re burning up. Here, lift your tongue for me.”

My forehead wrinkles as my eyes pop open.

I blink a few times, since everything is blurry. There’s a thermometer in his outstretched hand. He dimmed the lights at some point, which is a huge relief to my aching eyes.

It’s very sweet that he’s trying to take care of me, but what I really need is his knot.

My pheromones flood the air, like I personally asked them to remind him what I really need. In reality, I have no control over how they react, but they seem to understand the assignment—entice the alpha until he gives me what I need.

I open my mouth to tell him his knot will help, but he slides the thermometer under my tongue with weirdly accurate precision.

My nose wrinkles as he moves to pet my hair.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos.

Okay, so the hair petting isn’t so bad, especially when he runs his thumb over my forehead. It’s actually kinda sweet.

The thermometer beeps, and he tugs it free of my mouth as my core throbs painfully.

Holy hell.

It’s arousal so painful that my entire body jolts. “That’s…oh God, so bad.”

Very eloquent as always, Lennox.

“It’s 107.3. That doesn’t seem great,” Rush says, moving over to the small table near the top of the mattress. He knee-walks back as he tugs his shirt over his head. “Bear isn’t back yet. Do you want me to get Thorne?”

The idea of being sandwiched between the two of them is appealing, but he would have to leave to find Thorne.

The risk seems too high that he might not come back.

My head shakes.

He tosses his shirt aside, licking his lips as he studies me with darkened eyes. “Are you sure you want me?”

“Yes,” I groan, rolling onto my back.

My tits bounce with the movement, and I huff, shoving my hair back from my face. Everything is annoying me right now, and I don’t know why.

Rush stretches out next to me and grips the wrist of the hand that was sneaking down toward my pussy.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He chuckles. “Do you think I’m going to let you be the first one to play with that pretty pussy?”

A violent shiver runs through my entire body, sending goose bumps erupting on my skin as every nerve ending I’ve got lights with interest.

He leans his top half over mine, bringing my hand to rest on my pelvis as I study the well-defined muscles of his chest and shoulders.

Rush has a much slimmer build than Bear, but he’s incredibly strong. I can tell by how little force he has to use to keep my arm pinned in place.

My nipples tighten painfully as his blue eyes rake over my face. A low growl vibrates out of his chest as he lowers his plush lips to mine. His musky bergamot scent hits my nostrils as he licks the seam of my lips.

I whimper into the kiss, aching to tug him on top of me.

I won’t let him escape.

Rush kisses sensually in a way that assures me he knows what he’s doing. An irrational pang of jealousy hits out of nowhere.

I’m clearly losing it because my instincts ache to track down any woman he’s ever kissed like he’s kissing the hell out of me.

Murder is probably not the solution to this problem, but it might be.

My thighs rub together, desperate for friction, as Rush’s chest brushes my nipples, making them throb.

“Please,” I beg. “More…”

“I’ve got you.” He pecks a final kiss on my lips as I try to follow his mouth.

I fall back to the mattress, pouting. I’m not even sure why I’m annoyed.

Rush tosses a leg over my middle until he’s kneeling over me. His forearms hit the bed above my head, and he gives me the sexiest little smirk and wink combo while climbing down.

I whine, and my pussy leaks.

Dammit. I’m going to attack him if he’s not careful. I’m clearly an omega on the verge of losing her mind.

Rush growls a low, animalistic sound that doesn’t help anything. Heat ravishes through my system, sending me arching up and off the mattress.

He curses under his breath, crawling down with haste. “Sorry. I’ve never participated in a heat before. I wish we could have gotten the chance to take things slow and really savor every experience.” He brings a knee between mine, shoving my legs farther apart and settling between them. “After your heat, we’ll have to wipe the slate clean, so we can really enjoy our trip around the bases.” His eyes darken as he licks his lips. “Lie back and let me fuck your world up.”

My head falls back against the mattress. Am I lying in an actual puddle? All thought disappears as he spreads my lower lips, blowing hot breath over my swollen clit.

I’m pretty sure what I feel next is his thumb circling it, but I bow off the mattress when he shoves two fingers inside me.

“Did I mention I’m ambidextrous?” He chuckles darkly. “Good fucking god. The way you’re already trying to lock me into place…” He continues cursing under his breath while I keep myself up on my wobbly forearms to see his handsome face.

His chiseled cheekbones are dangerous.

Not to mention the perfect amount of stubble accentuating them.

He sees me watching and smirks, making a show of stretching out his tongue to substitute for his thumb. His left hand continues finger fucking me, and he swirls that lovely tongue around my swollen nub.

My eyes fall shut as warmth pulses through my entire body. His pheromones thump in the air in response to mine.

It’s a heady combination.

His mouth is also heavenly.

A gift from the universe for having to put up with the annoying symptoms that come from being an omega.

He stretches his fingers, working deeper on each stroke, but it’s his mouth that has me gasping as I fall back, thrashing around the mattress.

Incoherent begging spills from my lips as wet sounds fill the air.

Rush clearly isn’t afraid to get messy, because his facial hair has to be soaked in my slick. Planting my feet flat on the bed, I use them as leverage to buck up to meet his fingers while he twists them so freaking perfectly.

My hands come to rest in his soft hair for something to hold on to.

My inner walls lock down, but Rush refuses to let them trap him in one place. He crooks his fingers, and my vision goes spotty as I scream. Pleasure rips through my nerve endings, starting in my core and sizzling out through my extremities.

The experience lasts for so long, I feel like I might have a disconnect with reality. By the time my eyes pop open, everything is hazy and muted.

Rush gives a final swirl of his tongue and pushes himself up.

I tilt my head when I realize he’s got his sweats down and his cock in his hand.

He shrugs. “It was close. I nearly found myself coming while I ground against the mattress.”

I’m in motion, and before I can process what’s happening, I’m on my knees. I climb over him as he sits back on his heels. He wraps his forearm around my lower back, and it helps keep me from tumbling over in my haste.

“Knot…please,” I whisper, staring up into his sparkling blue eyes.

“It’s right here, waiting for you. All you have to do is take it.” He bites his lower lip, raising an eyebrow.

It feels a lot like a challenge.

My nails dig into his shoulder, and I stretch the other hand between us. His fingers brush mine as I bring him to my opening.

“Goddamn, you’re actually dripping all over me.” The muscles of his neck and shoulders bulge, like he’s trying to hold himself back. His hand tightens on my hip and ass, and it’s such a proprietary touch that my insides light up.

I fall on my knees, impaling myself on his length.

The stretch is unreal, and I lose all my breath.

“That’s…” Rush rumbles. “You’re fucking everything.”

My moan slips out against his pec as I practice bouncing on his swollen cock.

Yeah, this feels pretty freaking life-changing to me too, but I can’t seem to force actual words to form.