Cause Ωf Death (Femme Fatale Freakshow)

Chapter 16

H enley’s military efficiency and organizational skills come in handy once Kieran and I have spoken with Edgar and Adam. Steve and Leslie are out the door and on their way to Discovery Park in Sacramento the moment Edgar tells us that Adam will be joining us, and it’s up to Kieran and me to provide the details to the two men.

It’s not hard to emphasize the need for secrecy, and while we don’t tell Edgar or Adam our suspicions regarding Darla Prince or Taylor Pinter, Kieran urges them to remain silent to everyone regarding his disappearance and well-being. Knowing that there is someone within the upper ranks of the Royal empire who is attempting to harm his son is enough to guarantee Edgar’s compliance.

Steve, Leslie, and Adam likely won’t be back until late afternoon, perhaps even later depending on how long it takes for Adam to pack his shit and get to Sacramento. Kimmy closets herself away upstairs in the converted office space, and Henley leaves to go and collect all the items on the list that Kieran and I made earlier. His stern, “Disa, lock the door and set the security system behind me when I leave. Do not open the door for anyone, ” sends lustful shivers up my spine. He doesn’t help the fact with his next barked order, either.

“In fact, you’re both banished to the master suite, so go and make sure that it’s set up to your liking. I don’t care if there’s one nest or two, just as long as you’re both happy with it. When you’re done setting it up, go have a bath and watch a movie or something to relax. Kimmy will be around if you need help. Once everyone is back this evening, we’ll have a discussion on boundaries, safe words, hard limits, and who you feel comfortable having inside your nest.”

I am so gone on this man’s steely authority. My body responds likewise, a heavy ache spreading from my lower belly down past my hips and between my thighs. I can’t stop myself from perfuming, yet another indication that my heat is well and truly on its way.

“For fuck’s sake, Hen. Get gone already before I restrain you and toss your ass into the master suite. Les has been teaching me various knot techniques, so I can have you hogtied and at my mercy before you can open your mouth to bark.”

The infuriating, smug, intoxicating bastard just laughs his way out the door. I glare at it, then over at a chortling Kieran.

“Oh, shut up!” I snap at the other omega, then nearly jump out of my skin as Henley growls at me through the door.

“Little Wisp, don’t make me come back in there and spank your bratty ass. Lock the door and set the alarm, there’s a good girl.”

I.

Fucking.

GUSH .

Embarrassed over my lack of control, I do as my alpha orders, and then flee to the master suite. I not only need to change my panties and leggings, but I desperately need a cold shower.

Fuckity fuck fuck, shit, fuck, shit, and dammit all to hell!

It’s been a long time since I’ve gone through a proper heat, and that means that I’ve forgotten just how much slick I produce in the lead up to it all. Since I don’t enjoy walking around with sodden panties, my choices are currently to either a) pull on a pair of “heat panties,” with built-in padding to help absorb the copious amounts of fluid; b) use pads and panty liners specifically designed for an omega’s heat and extra slick production; c) line my panties with toilet paper, paper towel or anything I can find that will do the job; or d) become a hormonal, blubbering mess in the bottom of the shower and abandon all hope because I don’t have options a or b on hand, option c isn’t working, and I don’t want to resemble a snail if I dare step foot outside.

Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to wallow in option d for long. Kimmy slams open the bathroom door, wrenches back the shower curtain, and twists the faucet to turn the cooling spray of water off.

“Stop your sulking, Henley managed to pick up some omega pads while he was out. Steve and Leslie aren’t too far away with Adam, and we all need to have a discussion about all the things, before you and Kieran lose all of your brain cells. So, get your ass up off the floor, get dressed, put these on, and come on out.” She punctuates her orders by throwing a packet of heavy-duty strength omega pads at my head, giggling as they bounce off my face. I glare at her retreating back as I pick the packet up and scramble to my feet, grumbling dire threats and insults under my breath.

It doesn’t take long for me to dry and dress myself, moaning with relief as the thick pads suck away my excess fluids. I’ll probably need to change them in the next hour or so, if not sooner.

I truly have not missed this aspect of being an omega.