Page 27 of Where There’s Smoke (Fire House Omegas #2)

Fitz

W e were in a blissful place of stillness after the initial frenzy of Melody’s heat.

It was far from over, though, and now that we had a few moments to actually prepare, Samson was off getting water and food with Elliot, reluctant asshole that he was, and I was watching our sweet omega redo the nest for at least the twelfth time.

“I can help you if you want,” I offered, smiling as I crossed my arms and leaned on the doorjamb.

“No, it’s okay. It just needs to be…” Melody fluffed another pillow, scooting it toward the back and widening the nest so that it might actually fit the four of us instead of only her. “…Perfect. There.”

Feeling like it was safer to approach the nest without upsetting Melody by accident, I sauntered over, wrapping my arms around her shoulders from behind.

My cock brushed against her curvy ass, and it twitched against her.

We were still naked as the day was long, and with the heat nowhere near finished, I didn’t think that’d be changing anytime soon.

“Mmm,” Melody moaned, turning around in my arms and nuzzling into my chest. “You smell good.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Melody had been a fiend since her sense of smell had returned, and I knew she was well into the heat, but there was no chance I smelled good after hours of fucking. We all needed a shower, though said shower could also be fun.

“I highly doubt that, firecracker, but thanks.” I kissed the top of her head just as Sam and Elliot came back with armfuls of food. “Jeez, did you empty the fridge?”

Samson chuckled, walking straight up to the nest to set everything down. “Pretty much. Wanted to be prepared for whatever Melody needed.”

Elliot was still being quiet as he went around to the other side of the bed and started unloading his goodies onto the nightstand, which quickly filled up. “I should have grabbed one of the folding tables for all this,” he grumbled, frowning as he considered where else to put things.

Melody leaned up onto her tiptoes, giving me a peck on the cheek before slipping out of my arms and walking over to Samson.

She put her hand on his back, and he instinctively reached around her, doing the same.

It was like watching a seasoned couple. They fit so right together, and it warmed me like a damn fool because I knew I fit with her too.

We just needed to work on Elliot.

“I don’t think I need this much food.” Melody craned her head up to look at Sammy. “I’m just one person.”

“Who said all of it was for you?” Samson grinned, kissing her forehead as he reached for an apple with his other hand. “There are three hungry alphas in this room, and I can’t speak for them, but I’m starving.”

Melody giggled, but Sammy was right. So, I snuck up to her other side, sandwiching her between us, and grabbed an apple for myself too. “ Very hungry. For food and more of our sweet omega.”

Her laugh continued, and then Samson and I got her into the nest and settled down.

He’d made sandwiches while he was out there, one for each of us, and I passed them out, making sure to give Melody the one without cheese, since she didn’t like it—only in her sandwiches, though.

Otherwise, the little omega was a cheese fiend.

Elliot sat on the end of the bed, and I shoved a sandwich at him, too, eyeing him because he was still all clammed up and acting like he wasn’t part of this.

Melody looked up from her sandwich right as Elliot glanced at her, and they both winced a little. Jesus, just talk already .

Unsurprisingly, it was Melody who chose to say something first. “Thank you for coming in here, by the way. I did— do —want your help.”

Elliot looked like a deer in the headlights, gaping at Melody as his sandwich hung from his hand.

I exchanged looks with Samson, and it was clear that he was fighting back a laugh as much as I was.

Goddamn, it was hilarious to see him so shaken—the big, tough pack lead rendered mute by a pretty girl, our pretty girl.

“I…” He blinked several times, setting the sandwich down on the plate it’d come on. “I’m glad I can. Help, that is. Before, I didn’t mean to?—”

“I think I get it now. It’s your job, right?

” Melody’s voice was low, a layer of disappointment still lingering beneath the outwardly neutral tone.

“You have to check everything. I can promise you I had nothing to do with the fire, though. You know, aside from making the mistake of cooking a burrito in a microwave from the ’80s. ”

Elliot’s mouth ticked up in a reluctant, crooked smile, and he dropped his stare to his plate, sighing hard. I watched him, unwilling to speak and break the moment. Sammy was clearly on the same page as me, and I kept my hand on the small of Melody’s back, rubbing small circles into her spine.

“You know, I think there’s a good chance there’s more to the situation than meets the eye. I’ve been around a lot of fires, a lot of arson and accidents alike, and you’re not giving ‘arsonist’ vibes.”

“Plus, and I’m sorry I forgot to mention this, I was just a little shocked, you know?

” Melody narrowed her eyes, and I let out a chuckle this time when Elliot sat up straighter under her gaze.

“My insurance is shit. I’ll be lucky if it pays for enough to deal with the cleanup.

Getting a new shelter isn’t going to be easy, it never was, and losing this one only makes things harder for me. ”

Nodding, Elliot turned down the corners of his mouth before taking a bite of his sandwich again. “Good to know.”

The tension that had been brewing eased some, and now the three of us could focus on making sure that Melody was good and full. Her skin had returned to almost normal temperature, but as I sat next to her, I could feel it heating up again, and the air thickened with the scent of her perfume.

Round two, everyone.

“Drink some water, sugar. You’re going to need to stay hydrated.” Samson presented Melody with a bottle of water, eyeing her until she relented and took a long sip. He made her do it twice more before he nodded, satisfied, and set it back down on the nightstand.

“And I think we all need a shower if we’re going to go at it again,” I suggested.

Melody gasped, turning to me with her jaw hanging open as she feigned offense.

“Hey, don’t get me wrong, you smell incredible regardless, and I’d eat that pussy, no matter how sweaty you were, but I think you’ll appreciate not being surrounded by alphas covered in dried sweat and slick. ”

Melody laughed, and Samson reached behind her to shove me. I nearly fell out of the nest, but I corrected myself, throwing a bag of chips at him. “You know I’m right.”

“All right,” Elliot scolded, regarding us like we were a bunch of children, “knock it off. A shower is a good idea. And besides, I think the little omega would look good all soapy and dripping wet.”

A shockwave of melony goodness shot out of Melody as she held Elliot’s stare, her cheeks going bright pink. That scent was heaven, and I nuzzled into her neck as Samson leaned in and kissed down her chest. While kissing Melody’s throat, I watched him take her nipple into his mouth and suck gently.

Melody groaned, her hips circling as she reached for both of our heads. “Yes. Yeah, a shower. Let’s, umm, oh god…ugh, yes. Shower.”

Hearing our omega fumble her words because of our treatment was a damn delight, and Samson and I worked to scoot Melody down to the end of the bed and into our arms as Elliot went into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the shower.

We were a jumble of limbs as we tried to walk with Melody.

She was pressed to Samson’s back, his arms hooked under her legs, and I had her face in my hands, kissing the hell out of her.

My cock was already so hard, my knot throbbing for more, and another wave of that delicious fruity scent of hers hit hard.

We were getting so much closer to another round of the heat.

Melody moaned against my lips, the sound needy and pained again.

I leaned back as we crossed the threshold into the bathroom, running my stare over her.

“So hot… It’s—ugh,” she groaned, her head dropping back onto Samson’s shoulder, and I could see her tense. Melody had to be cramping again. “Owww…”

The word was dragged out, and I nodded to myself, meeting Samson’s eyes. “You’re gonna have to get in there with her. Can you keep holding her like that?”

He smirked at me, casting a look down at Melody as he kissed her neck. “All damn day, bro.”

“Shower’s ready, omega. Nice and cool. Let’s get you in.” Elliot patted my shoulder, and we stepped out of the way to let Samson carry Melody inside. He hurried under the spray, letting it soak Melody before pressing his back to the wall for a bit of support.

“Angle the spray, will you?”

I rushed there, moving the showerhead so that it would spray at them.

The water dripped down Melody’s front, droplets coating the hard buds of her nipples.

She sighed, and even with all the water, I could see the slick downright pouring from her.

Melody’s head was back on Samson’s chest, and I stepped inside the thankfully large shower, cupping her breasts.

“You’re so warm, firecracker. Are you ready for another round?”

“Yes, please.” The words were a sob, and my internal alpha leaped into action, needing to do everything I could for her.

“Grab the soap, Fitz,” Elliot demanded. “Work it over her body.” I glanced over my shoulder at him. He growled from outside the shower, his eyes pinned to Melody as he stroked himself.

“Your wish is my command.”

I reached past Samson’s shoulder to the corner rack of shower supplies.

Squirting a large handful of bodywash into my palm, I worked it into a lather before running my hands down Melody’s skin.

She sighed, trading between moans and whimpers as I smoothed it down her arms, over her legs, and all over her breasts, thumbing her pert nipples.

Sammy kissed her neck all the while, and then he lifted her up a bit so that his hard cock could reach between her legs. Melody let out a demanding little growl, hungrily finding Samson’s dick and shoving it inside her as he held her up.

“Fuuuck, sugar.” Samson’s eyes rolled closed as he bobbed Melody in a gentle rhythm. “Gripping me so damn tight.”

Moving out of the way, I made sure the water rinsed off all the soap, then got down on my knees, putting my mouth right on Melody’s clit as my pack mate fucked her.

She tasted divine, and the sight of her stretching around his shaft was so good.

I swirled my tongue around her clit, sweeping it through her folds next, and then gently sucking on her.

I adored this, felt like I needed to taste her as much as I needed to breathe.

“You’re perfection, firecracker. Taste so damn good.” I hummed against her pussy, and Melody clenched, which of course was just motivation to reach up to her clit and use my fingers to spread her even more, flicking my tongue across the sensitive bud.

“Fitz!” Melody yelped, and I heard footsteps behind me as, no doubt, Elliot got closer to the action.

Sure enough, I looked up long enough to see him craning over me, sucking on Melody’s nipple as he stroked himself. God, this felt so right, taking our sweet-as-pie omega while she was in heat, the three of us pleasing her together.

I could get fucking used to this.