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Holy shit.

Heats are insane.

Chapter Thirty

Bryant

Several days pass in a blur of sex, bodily fluids, and a very bossy omega.

Abby is lucky she’s cute because she turns into a demanding little demon when she’s particularly lost to the fog. I’m not even sure what day it is when I wake up with her sleeping on my chest.

My dick is soft but still mostly wedged inside her. I don’t think she’s fallen asleep over the last four or five days without having one of us locked in her pussy. It helped with the cramps if she could just wake up and immediately have access to a knot.

My nostrils flare, picking up the scent of blood.

Aww, shit.

I forgot about that.

Now she’s going to have to deal with an entirely different kind of misery. The post-heat cramps start when the heat comes to an end. Well, unless conception occurred during the unbelievable amount of fucking.

There’s every possibility that she’s on some form of birth control, and we never thought to ask.

Either way, it’s part of the biological process of a heat.

Menstruation is needed to clean out all that built-up uterine lining, and it’s our responsibility to care for her in this phase, just like it was during the fun parts of her heat.

Growing up with omega sisters, my parents’ pack educated us all thoroughly on what to expect. It was awkward as hell at the time, but I’m grateful they took their job seriously.

My hand flexes on Abby’s ass as I nuzzle my cheek to the top of her head. “Hey, pretty girl. I think we’ve got to wake up.”

Abby groans, stretching.

“I’m going to stand up and bring you with me. I just didn’t want to scare the hell out of you by waking you up with no warning,” I tell her, kissing her temple.

“Oh, God. I bled all over you,” she whispers, pushing up using her hands on my shoulders as leverage.

“Not a big deal,” I assure her, sending steady comfort through the bond. “Skin can be washed off, and sheets can be too. The mattress is protected by the waterproof pad.”

“Mother Nature really loves to fuck with women.” She shakes her head, her hair falling around her shoulders.

“That it does, but we’re going to pamper you until you feel better,” I say, sliding my hand up her ass and settling it on her lower back. “All right, I’m going to do my best to get us both vertical. Wrap your feet around my ass when you can.”

Walking across the mattress is going to be an adventure, especially when I have to skirt around Luka and Lawson. Still, we’ll get it done.

Jesus.

Hopefully one of those packages has feminine supplies. Otherwise, one of us will have to make a quick trip to the store. I’m sure the storm passed a couple days ago, but it’s not like any of us have been checking the news.

Actually, maybe Law has been when he let the dogs out or fed them. I certainly haven’t, though.

We’ll just have to see where we stand after I get the two of us cleaned up.

* * *

Abby’s cheeks stay red during our shower, and it’s not from the heat of the water. Now that her heat is over, the bond makes it easy to tell what’s running through her head.

“I appreciate you taking care of me,” she whispers as I rinse the conditioner from her hair. “This is so embarrassing.”