Lucky Angels (Omegaverse Smutfic) (first draft)

Fourteen

I washed off the blood in the laundry sink in the gym. Phoenix waited beside me for his turn. I wanted to tell him about the sudden shift in my mood, the reaching darkness that now stretched from the empty place where my heart should have been.

"Jack said he and Janson were making your nest."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't need a nest."

"Jan said every omega needs a nest," Phoenix repeated stubbornly. "We're going to give you everything you need."

I passed him the soap and dried my hands on a paper towel. "I don't like this."

"It's not so different from the kill," Phoenix said. "You just let go of control. Everything else will fall back."

I hopped up onto the counter beside the sink where Alex had finger-fucked me. The memory made my muscles clench as if I was missing something.

I didn't want to lose control. I didn't want to break the fragile bonds that held the pack together.

When Phoenix was finished washing his hands and face in the laundry sink, he took my hand and led me up the basement stairs, through the living room we never used, and upstairs to the hallway where all of our bedrooms branched off. Mine was the first to the right of the stairs, and I gasped when I saw what was inside.

My bed was gone, and the full length of the left side of the room was stuffed with the six-person beanbag from the pack room. My bookshelves were stuffed in the far corner with a cushy chair I had never seen before and a standing lamp that emitted most of the light in the room. Jan's projector was attached to the ceiling so that it faced the large white space in front of the couch. The shutters were comfortably closed so that the room was dim and I didn't have to squint to see. The couch itself was littered with brightly colored blankets and a full pillow wall to makeshift a comfy headboard. The room smelled like all of them, like hot honey and leather, lemon and dark chocolate.

Inside the next, Janson and Jack cuddled together, eyes blissfully closed as they lazed in each other's arms. Upon seeing them together, I ran up to the bed and crawled up between the pair's legs. Jack sat up only to draw me into his arms, tugging me up until I was wedged in between him and Jan, facing Jack.

Jack's nose crinkled. "You smell like Nix," he said,

I nuzzled my face into his neck to hide my blush. I hoped that soon I would smell like Jack's dark chocolate tones.

"Do you like the nest?" Jan asked from behind me. His black muscled arm snuck around my waist as Phoenix tumbled into the nest behind him.

"I like this," I said. I wanted more.

We were still cuddled together in a pile of warm bodies when Alex arrived at the doorway, a low whistle claiming his throat. "I want to dive into that so bad right now," he said, announcing himself before his lemonade scent reached my nose where I was still nuzzled in Jack's chocolate espresso hair.

I rolled from Jack's chest to push myself against the pillowed headboard. "Come here, then."

Alex shook his head, and regret sparkled in his hazel eyes. "Can't, and I need to borrow Jan and Phoenix. Carver's on the phone."

Carver was a frequent client of the Dark Angels. If he was calling about a contract, it would take Phoenix's heavy "no" for Carver to accept our decline of his mission. It made me smile thinking about how Carver was afraid of my alpha. Jan, on the other hand, was the director of all contracts for the Dark Angels, and Alex needed him in case Carver was calling about a later mission that we needed on the books.

The beanbag dipped, and Phoenix tore himself away from the cuddle pile.

"Sorry, sweetheart," Jan murmured in my hair. He released his arm from around me and stood to join Phoenix and Alex at the door.