Chapter 8 'Miles?' Bethany's sleepy voice snaps me out of my day dreaming. Between the weight of her in my arms, the softness of her bare skin against mine, and the perfect dips and curves of her as I run my hands over her body, I'm in heaven. I'm on my back, with her tucked into my side, her head on my chest and her leg thrown over mine. It's the easiest thing in the world to imagine what life could look like with this perfect woman, if we could just figure out the logistics. 'Hmm?' I keep running my fingertips down the smooth skin of her side, eliciting a shiver from her. We went at it all evening, and I lost count of the number of orgasms we each had. Maybe the reason omegas don't pair up more often is they'd never get anything done. 'Does this...' she trails off, running a hand over my chest as she glances up at me. A heavy sigh leaves her, and her eyes flutter closed for a moment before she starts over. 'You were at the OMS.' I snort. 'Baby, I'm suffering from multiple orgasms, not memory loss.' She smacks my chest, but grins as she sits up. I can't help the way my eyes rove her body as she positions herself so she's sat cross-legged, completely naked, in my nest. Our nest. I love the little bit of extra padding around her hips, and the way her stomach is perfect for resting my head on. 'I just mean...you obviously had a reason for going in, and I'm confident that finding your true scent match in me was literally the last thing you expected to happen-will you tell me what you were hoping would happen today?' 'Besides magically no longer being at risk of organ damage due to heat suppressants?' I grimace, and her expression flashes in understanding. 'When was your last heat?' she asks softly, reaching over to grab my hand. 'Two weeks ago,' I admit. 'My doctor wouldn't prescribe me the suppressants anymore, and I decided to be sedated throughout it. I'm due for another in...two and a half months.' 'So you were looking for a pack to help you through it.' She nods, squeezing my hand once. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. 'I was hoping I could find a pack with a female alpha. After meeting with Pack Douche Canoe-sorry, Pack Hansen-' 'Pack Douche Canoe works for me,' my little nymph shrugs, fighting a smile and I chuckle, pulling her against me. 'Okay fine, after meeting with Pack Douche Canoe, how they handled our meeting and dismissed my interests, the whole thing kind of turned me off alphas in general. Not that I really wanted a pack to begin with, but I thought maybe a pack with a female alpha would be at least a little better.' She snuggles her face into my neck, breathing me in. 'And now?' 'Now...' I trail off, 'I want to make things work with you. I don't want anyone else.' 'How are we going to get through our heats?' She frowns at me. 'I went off my suppressants a few months ago. Because I was on them for so long, it fucked up my cycle. It could hit at literally any time. I had figured I'd go to a heat clinic or something.' My brows pinch together. 'Little nymph...you had a pack. Why were you on suppressants?' She stills for a second before letting out a shuddering breath. 'The guys...they said they couldn't take off work for that long to take care of me every three months.' My omega wants to claw its way out of my chest with the anger shaking through me right now. 'They made you take suppressants because they couldn't be bothered to help you through your heat?' 'They didn't make me,' she says weakly, 'I willingly complied. I thought I was being a good omega, making my alphas' lives easier.' I can hear the tears in her voice, and I lean back my head to look at her while my fingers grip her chin. 'You are a good omega, baby. The best.' Her eyes water as she shakes her head. 'I stayed with a pack for three years who wouldn't bond me. I have to be the worst omega in history.' Three years? 'They're fucking idiots,' I growl. 'But I'm glad they're idiots, because that means that I don't have to share you with them.' 'I mean, I'm not arguing with you there.' She lets out a shaky chuckle. 'So...what are we going to do? I've never had a sedated heat, but I'm sure it's not fun.' 'It's not.' I grimace. My mind turns over our options. How do we get through our heats without any alphas? 'We could go to a heat clinic-' Her words are cut off by my growl. What the hell is up with me today? She gives me an exasperated look. 'I don't want any alphas either, Miles. But it's not safe for us to try to ride it out on our own. We can hole up at a heat clinic with toys, and that way, if it's not enough...we can have them come sedate me.' The thought of Bethany being hooked up to all the same machines I had been attached to only two weeks ago makes my skin crawl. Hell, sharing her with alphas is a preferable outcome to that. But if that's what she wants... 'If that's what you want, baby, that's what we'll do. We can get a silicone knot for me, and when my heat hits we can get you one of those inserts that mimics a female alpha's lock.' Her scent blooms around us at my words and in the next instance, I'm pulling her onto my lap so she straddles me. 'You like that? You want to milk my cock with your alpha lock, baby?' 'Fuck yes I do,' she moans before capturing my lips in a kiss. 'Wanna wring every ounce of pleasure from my omega.' That's exactly what she does as she shimmies down my body, taking my cock in her mouth. She hums around my length as my head falls back, my hands tangling in her hair. 'Fuck, Bethany, yes. Just like that.' I have no idea how long we go on for until we both fall asleep, but omegas who haven't had sex in over six months have a lot to make up for. 'Shhh, go back to sleep, baby,' I whisper as I press a kiss to Bethany's hair. 'What time is it?' she groans, rolling over and pressing her face into the sheets. We stayed up late last night, unable to keep our hands off each other. 'Seven. I have to leave for work.' She shoots up, sending me an incredulous look. 'I can't believe I don't know what you do for work.' 'It is kind of hard for you to ask questions about my life when you have my cock in your mouth.' I bark a laugh and manage to dodge the pillow she launches my way. 'Where do you work?' she asks, stretching her arms over her head. 'Starbrook High,' I check my tie in the mirror on my wall, 'I teach physics.' 'So you're like...smart smart.' My cheeks flush at her assessment. 'Not as smart as you would think.' 'And that explains the atom tattoo on the back of your hand.' I glance down at the tattoo in question, a black outline of an atom in front of a swirl of purple and blue made to look like a galaxy. The colors disappear under the cuff of my button down shirt, but I know yesterday she saw the way the colors melt into the background for my favorite tattoo, a sword running down the outside of my forearm. That points to a gaming controller for the console I grew up playing. I've been working on the sleeve for a few years now. 'Don't be fooled, little nymph.' I turn and smirk at her. 'I really just love the job because I get to exchange ribs with teenagers who know how to make it fun and drop eggs off buildings.' She laughs, shaking her head. 'I bet you're their favorite teacher.' I can't help the bashful as fuck look that takes over my face as I smile at her. She really is perfect. By the time I make it into work, I'm almost late. I couldn't resist going back to Bethany for 'one last' kiss. Five times. She doesn't have to work until nine, so she has plenty of time to head to Lanie's and change before work. Before I get out of my car, I do a sniff test to make sure my de-scenter is doing its job. The thing about entering a building full of pubescent teenagers is that the air is already full of hormones and changing bodies. We don't need to add more to the mix. All alphas and omegas on staff are required to practically bathe in de-scenter before coming into work. Once I'm satisfied with my lack of scent, I get out of the car, hiking my bag over my shoulder. 'Hawthorne!' A familiar voice calls out from a few cars over. 'You running late today too?' Frowning as I check my watch, I see he's right. It's seven forty-five and we're supposed to be here at seven thirty. 'I suppose I am.' I tell the beta. Damien grins at me as we fall into step beside each other, his rainforest scent instantly calming my spike in anxiety. I'm not sure why his scent always does that to me-I must really love rainforests. 'I didn't get much sleep last night.' 'Rough night?' He asks slyly, then waggles his brows. 'Or a good night?' Damien Silva is a flirt. He's the ceramics teacher, so we're not in the same building, but that doesn't stop me from hearing all sorts of things. He used to get written warnings all the time for 'fraternization', but weirdly enough, I haven't heard anything through the gossip mill since winter break. He's still just as attractive as ever, so something in his personal life must have changed. Maybe he settled down. I bark out a laugh. 'I never kiss and tell.' 'Oh, so a really good night.' He chuckles. 'You have no idea,' I admit. 'Hey Mr. H!' A voice calls out as we enter the courtyard, where students are hanging out before the bell rings. 'Hey there, Andy,' I give Damien a quick nod goodbye before I turn my attention towards my most hard-to-pin-down student. 'Did you get the homework done?' 'Yeah, uh, that's what I wanted to talk to you about,' he rubs the back of his neck, 'my mom...she uh...had work last night and I had to babysit my baby sisters. Is there any way I can get an extension?' I frown. Starbrook High isn't in a run-down area by any means, but that doesn't mean that there aren't students who come from lower-income areas. Andy is one of those students. His mom often leaves him at home with his three younger sisters, all under the age of ten, for days at a time. She's not going on a bender or anything, she's a flight attendant, doing the best she can to earn an income for her family. 'I'll do you one better,' I tell him, adjusting the strap on my shoulder. 'Come in at lunch and we'll work through together so you have it done by fifth period.' A huge smile lights up his face. 'You're the GOAT, Mr. H!' Chuckling as he races off to meet back up with his friends, I make my way towards my classroom. My phone vibrates, and I pull it out of my pocket. Nymph Miss you already Unable to keep the grin off my face, I type a message back Me Miss you my little nymph. My place tonight? She answers instantly. 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