"Want to taste you," she murmurs. "Let me—"
Her mouth. Oh fuck, her mouth.
I thread my fingers through her hair gently while she works me with an enthusiasm that makes my knees weak. Behind her, Silas is still locked inside her, praising her while Liam's hands roam her body, trailing kisses down her arm.
"Angel," I groan. "That's—you're—"
She hums around me and the vibration nearly ends me. When I finally come, she takes everything with satisfaction in her eyes.
The knot takes time to release, and we use those minutes to worship her—stroking her skin, praising her, making sure she knows how perfect she is.
* * *
"My nest," Naomi murmurs as Silas' knot finally slips out of her, the hunger in her eyes flaring right back like it never left. "Take me to my nest. Please."
"You got it, angel," Silas says immediately, adjusting his grip to lift her properly. She curls into his chest, legs wrapping around his waist.
We move through the corridor as a unit—Silas carrying her, Liam and I flanking them with our hands on her back. None of us seems to be able to stop touching her, but she doesn't look like she wants us to, anyway.
We finally get to the living room, and I stop short.
"Holy shit," I breathe.
The nest is incredible. The furniture has been repositioned to create walls on three sides, and blankets form a cocoon that's somehow both massive and intimate.
"Angel," Silas says, and there's awe in his voice. "This is—"
"Perfect," Liam finishes, moving closer to examine the construction. "Look at how you used the furniture as framework. And the canopy overhead—" He touches one of the blankets draped from the couch to the armchair. "This is incredible."
"You—You really like it?" Naomi asks, and there's something vulnerable in her voice.
"Like it?" I move to where I can see inside the den she's created, seeing our jerseys woven throughout. "Angel, this is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Her face lights up with pride, and the omega satisfaction radiating from her is palpable. She built this. For her, for us.
Silas carefully navigates through the opening, ducking under the canopy, and lowers her into the center of the nest. She sinks into the layers of blankets with a sigh, immediately reaching for pillows and adjusting them around her body.
We follow him in, and the blankets overhead block out everything except the glow from the fireplace. It's warm, soft and incredible cozy.
"This is ours," Naomi says, her voice going low again. She's arranged herself on her side, propped up by pillows, and the way she's looking at us is pure hunger. "Our nest. Our space."
"Ours," Silas agrees, settling on one side of her while Liam claims the other and I lay my head on her stomach.
Naomi's hand slides up Silas's chest, her pupils dilating. The satisfied omega from two minutes ago is already being consumed by heat again, by the biological imperative driving her.
"Again," she murmurs, pressing closer.
"We're going to be completely spent by morning," I mutter, but I'm already touching her, my hand sliding up her thigh.
Chapter thirty-three
Naomi
A whimper escapes before I can stop it, my body already aching for more.
"Liam," I murmur, my hand sliding up his chest. "I knot your knot."
His eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide, and when his hand cups my face I lean into the touch like a flower seeking the sun.
