My eyes shift to Lincoln.
“We need to prepare. Your heat is close, and I want to make sure we have everything in place before things get out of control.”
He takes hold of my chin, cradling my face in his hands as he looks at me with sincere concern.
“What do you need? We have nothing. So we need to order it now.” He bites his lip. “Milton and I also need to know what your boundaries are while you’re in heat. What you do and don’t want us to do.”
I look between them; all three of them have their undivided attention on me. I can feel the heat rising on my face, but I meet their eyes. They need to know, and it’s not like we haven’t been intimate with each other.
“No choking, no breath play.” I’m not sure about the next, but I know how intense a heat can be. “I’m not opposed to marking if you want to, but I don’t want to be in a total haze. I want to be coherent.”
I can see Milton and Lincoln exchange a look. One that makes me hopeful.
“Okay, but what about anal?” Milton barely has the words out of his mouth before Lincoln reaches past me and smacks him in the back of the head. I can’t see my face, but I’m sure it’s crimson from how hot I am.
“I’ve never done it. Nervous. But not against it. Just be gentle,” I tell them.
Movement catches my eyes and I glance past Lincoln to see Korbin moving back over to the couch, kneeling down in front of me.
“You’re an omega. You were made to take your alphas in every way,” Korbin tells me, placing his hand on my knee.
My whole body reacts to his words—slick rising embarrassingly fast.
Korbin stands to leave the room, and I reach out, taking hold of his hand. My breath trembles as I speak.“Stay. I want you there too. Help me with my heat. I want you too. I know we haven’t… but I want you.”
Korbin freezes. Then something changes. He gets on his knees, leaning into me. His lips crash down on mine, kissing me hard—deep, breathtaking—before moving to my neck. Korbin's teeth nip at my throat before his mouth moves lower, closing around my nipple, sucking it through my shirt.
I can’t help but gasp, my body falling back against the couch, spine arching as my chest presses forward. Right when things start to spiral, he pulls back with a wicked grin. “Not giving them a show yet.” Nodding toward Lincoln and Milton.
I let out a giggle, covering my face with my hand. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not.
“Is that a yes?” I question him, wanting to be sure.
“It’s a hell, yes. Now, we need to plan.” Korbin winks.
Lincoln pulls me onto his lap, while Korbin grabs the tablet and takes the spot I abandoned. The four of us begin shopping, filling the cart together—my favorite drinks, snacks, electrolytes, soft foods, plus a few treats Milton sneaks in. Lincoln uses the opportunity to ask more questions about what comforts me during cycles: heat pads, plush blankets, weighted covers, scents, certain textures. I answer every question as honestly as I can, trying not to feel shy about being so… omega.
The three of them decide that Lincoln’s room is the safest place—closest to the bathroom, biggest space, and the one I feel most comfortable in. They strip the whole room down, moving the bed frame aside entirely and dropping just the mattress onto the floor so I don’t risk falling off of it during feral spikes. Milton piles pillows from all of their beds around the edges. Korbin drags in every blanket they own. Lincoln folds and arranges each item with a precision that makes my chest ache.
My mom even stops by later in the day with a box of my comfort items—soft throws, my favorite pajamas—and the men treat each item like it’s sacred, placing everything gently into the growing nest. When it’s done, the room looks transformed: layered, warm, soft, smelling faintly of all three alphas intertwined with my own scent.
Lincoln kneels in front of me. “I promise that for your next heat that you won’t have to improvise—that you’ll have your own permanent nest, your own room, your own space tailored entirely just for you.”
I shake my head and touch his cheek.
“This is perfect. I’m happy. I’m here with the three of you. I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
50
Lincoln
Bayleigh’s heatis still somewhere on the horizon, close enough that her scent has begun to bloom in a way that feels new, warm, and dangerously sweet. It curls around the room whenever she walks through it and lingers on whatever surface she touches. It’s not overwhelming yet, but it is unmistakable. Her body is preparing, and all three of us feel the shift like an invisible hand pressing between our shoulder blades, guiding us toward her without conscious thought.
I try to breathe normally. I try to keep my instincts where they belong. I repeat that to myself as I guide her to the nest we spent all afternoon creating, but my body doesn’t entirely listen. Instinct is louder tonight than reason. Instinct tells me she needs us close, and every time she exhales, I feel that truth playing out in the air between us.
The room is warm, the way she likes it. The blankets form a kind of soft terrain that dips in the middle and rises at the edges, a safe space built by four sets of hands. The lights are low, more golden than white. The whole space looks different now,as though we peeled the bones of my room away and rebuilt something made entirely for her.
She steps inside and hesitates, just for a second. Her hand lifts like she might touch the doorway for balance. Then she smiles, small and vulnerable, the kind of smile she gives when she’s trying not to cry.Something in my chest pulls tight at the sight of her like this.
