Page 86 of The Gift
“He better, Koda. What happens next?” I ask, all of a sudden full of itchy energy.
“I get the pleasure of driving you to the centre while you choose what sort of nest you want to get knotted and fucked sideways in.”
I bark out a laugh at him, but he steals the noise clean off my lips with a kiss that screams, let’s get the fuck out of here.
We walk around their home, our fingers intertwined, while he checks switches are off, doors and windows are locked, and then he bundles me towards his truck, along with our bags. Opening the door, I have to take a step back, it’s like Koda and I had a sex party for hours in here, which we kind of did. The scents that rush out of the cab of his truck are like a targeted caress over my core.
“You didn’t want to leave your windows down?” I spin, adding a heated glare, trying for sassy but coming off desperate.
“Smells good, doesn’t it?” he says, climbing in his truck and starting the ignition before patting the seat for me.
“You have not let anyone else in here, have you?”
“Come on, you do get that sometimes I’m a selfish prick, right?”
The instant my butt hits the seat, he floors it. The hard acceleration sending me backwards in my seat, making him laugh out louder. I laugh harder when he slams on the brakes past the garage entrance as he waits for me to put on my seatbelt and for the huge steel door to drop down behind us, securing their house properly.
And while he waits, he leans over to the footstool and pulls out a tablet for me.
“The code is 7386 and it should already be open on the omega facility page. You have to choose what nest you want.”
“They really have different types of nests?”
“Babe, they’ve got everything.”
I hush him, with a dismissive flick of my hand so I can start looking at the website.
“And I can choose anything I want?” I ask, triple checking. It’s a little intimidating realising how much I don’t know. “You know like I know they do this, but I know absolutely nothing about how deep some people dive into this. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah,” he says, a smirk on his face like he’s got some secret he’s not spilling. I glare at him, making him drive faster. “Bails, pick some shit.”
“Yeah, yeah, but how did you do all this? The whole thing is like another world.”
“When the Alliance finds an omega, we register them on the website and that then gives them access to everything you’re looking at. All paid for by the AA coffers. We’ve registered you under an alias, we’ve logged an upcoming heat stay and the rest they say, is up to you. You can either do the selections online or with a person when you get there. It’s up to you how you do it. Some omegas don’t want to speak with anyone until they’re secured in their suite, others sit and choose shit for hours. You literally get whatever your pretty pussy desires, but don’t you fucking dare click on the aids button.”
“Aids?”
“Knot simulators, clit lickers, ass plugs, dildos fashioned like purple tentacles, double vibrators, strap ons. We’re probably crafty enough if you need restraints or whips, blind folds or if you’re keen for sure, have a look at the range, it’s pretty impressive.”
“No aids?”
“Bails, if you want me to pull over and fill your smart mouth, you keep talking shit. Yeah?”
“Such a romantic,” I tease, purposely taking my time to look at all the toys, ignoring him for a good few miles. And then I work through the other screens. It’s an insanely easy process and the options they’ve provided cater to everything a person could want. Clearly, it’s designed towards omegas. There are sections upon sections, lotions, soaps, oil diffusers, food, room mists, drinks, type of beds, linens… the choices are endless.
Then a few more miles get eaten up, as I stare blankly out of the side window, all of a sudden I’m getting anxious about shit that does not matter. But obviously it does, because I can’t make the simplest of decisions, but it’s the sheer number of things on offer that is so overwhelming, having the chance of going from nothing to everything an omega has ever whispered about wanting is a pretty big assumption.
“I don’t want to.” I say finally, putting the device down, and tucking my legs under my butt so I can turn and look at Koda.
“Okay. What do you want?”
“All I want to focus on is you four. I really don’t need anything else.”
“I’d say that’s because you haven’t gone through a heat. Can I suggest something?”
“Of course.”
He winks at me, yeah, I’m a sucker for this guy, there’s not much I wouldn’t agree to, but in the same breath, I know I could disagree and it wouldn’t be an issue either.
