Yeah.
I could get used to this.
THIRTY-EIGHT
willa
I wake with a start,disoriented in the soft golden light from the lamp in the corner.
My nest. I’m in my nest.
The realization settles over me like warm honey. My own nest, in Charlie’s house, surrounded by everything soft and safe and mine. I burrow deeper into the pillows, breathing in the mingled scents—buttercups and vanilla mixing with leather and bergamot, chocolate and chili, sage and sweetgrass.
Wait.
I open my eyes fully and see that all three of them are in my room.
Charlie’s tucked into the cozy armchair by the window, scrolling through his phone. Jake looks like he’s asleep at the very edge of my nest—not quite in it but not out of it either, like he couldn’t decide if he was allowed.
And Beau…
Beau sits in the wooden chair near the door, and he’s staring at me with the most deliciously hungry look on his face.
Heat floods through me instantly. My core clenches, and I feel the telltale rush of slick between my thighs. I can’t help it,not when he’s looking at me like that. Like he’s been waiting for me to wake up so he can devour me.
My mind immediately goes to everything he said in the store.The kind you’ll enjoy. Do you trust me, Omega?All the threats and promises wrapped in velvet dominance.
What would he do if I was naughty right now? Would he pin me down in my own nest? Would he use that commanding voice that makes my Omega go liquid and submissive?
The fantasy spirals through my mind, vivid and overwhelming, and I feel more slick flood between my thighs. I perfume, unable to keep the rush of want and anticipation from cascading into bliss. I have a nest, and I’ll have my Alphas in said nest.
Beau’s nostrils flare. He inhales deeply, visibly, his chest expanding as he breathes in my arousal.
“Do you like it when I stare at you?” His voice is gravel and smoke, pitched low enough that it doesn’t wake Jake but loud enough that Charlie’s head lifts from his phone.
Raw desire flares to life in my core as they both look at me. All I can do is nod, my throat too tight for words.
“Show me.” It’s not a request. “Show me how much you like it.”
A thrill washes over me, but my hand hesitates. Charlie gives me his full attention and sets down his phone, his scent spiking. Jake stirs at the edge of the nest, his eyes opening halfway, dark and hungry with the sudden scent bomb of Omega arousal.
“Fuck,” Charlie breathes from across the room.
My heart pounds in my chest, a wild drumbeat echoing the rush of blood through my veins. Beau’s eyes lock onto mine, dark and unyielding, commanding without another word. I know exactly what he wants.
My hands tremble as I push the covers aside, the soft fabric whispering against my skin. The cool air hits my heated body,making my nipples pebble under my shirt. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of the leggings and shimmy them down my hips, kicking them off along with my panties.
The nest’s pillows cradle me as I spread out, exposed and vulnerable under his gaze.
I slide one hand down my stomach, fingers tracing the soft curve of my mound before dipping between my thighs. My pussy is already soaked, slick coating my folds, slippery and warm.
I let a soft moan slip out as I part my lips with two fingers, circling my clit with slow, precise strokes. Pleasure sparks, sharp and intense. Beau leans forward in his chair, his elbows braced on his knees, his jaw tight, watching every movement.
“Open your legs wider, Omega,” he growls, voice rough with restraint. “Let me see how wet you are for me.”
I obey instantly, knees falling apart until my thighs splay wide on the nest. The position leaves me completely open, my slick pussy on full display.
I dip into my core, a swelling of need rising to meet the slow thrust of my fingers. My hips arch, chasing the building pressure. Charlie moves to the edge of the bed but doesn’t enter. Beau puts his hand on his shoulder, giving him a look filled with the secret conversations of Alphas.
