I'm on my back, the nest a mess of tangled limbs and damp blankets. Warren is hovering over me, his movements slow and deliberate, his blond hair falling over his forehead. He's fucking me, a gentle, deep rocking that settles something deep inside my bones.
"Good morning, omega," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rumble. He dips his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my throat before his teeth nip me, just hard enough to make me shiver. "You're so full of us already, aren't you? So full of alpha cum it's leaking out onto my cock. I'm going to add a little more." He punctuates his words with a slow, deep thrust that sends a wave of pleasurethrough me. "Gonna keep you stuffed all day, Tansy. Never let you go empty again."
“Yes.” A soft moan escapes my lips as my body clenches around him, a gentle, rolling orgasm that pulls a deep groan from Warren’s chest.
He buries himself to the hilt, and I feel the hot pulse of his release as he fills me up yet again.
It's the third time for him today, or maybe the fourth. I've lost count. Between the three alphas, they've filled me a dozen times since last night. Their combined scents and claims are a potent drug that has chased away every last shadow in my mind.
Slowly, Warren’s cock stops pulsing, and he collapses beside me, his arm draped heavily over my stomach.
My mind starts to clear as I look around the nest. Cass is on his other side, dead to the world, his face relaxed in sleep, his bad leg stretched out carefully. Grason is curled up at my feet, his dark curls a mess on the pillows, his breathing deep and even.
But someone is missing.
My heart gives a little lurch, and I scan the whole room, trying to find Beck.
Just then, the bedroom door creaks open. Beck slips inside, his blue eyes wide and cautious. When he sees I'm awake, a small, relieved smile touches his lips.
Moving slowly, he tiptoes into the room, completely naked, his trim, lithe body on display. He's carrying an armful of water bottles, his movements quiet and graceful as he navigates the debris of last night’s rut.
Right as he reaches the edge of the nest, Warren lets out a loud, rumbling snore, followed by a soft grunt. Beck freezes, his dark brows lifting, and then a silent giggleshakes his shoulders. He presses his lips together to stifle the sound, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Hey," he whispers, his voice barely a puff of air. "Thought you might be thirsty." He sets the water bottles down and kneels by the nest.
I nod, my throat suddenly feeling like sandpaper.
“Here.” He crawls into the nest beside me, then he helps me sit up, his hands gentle on my back.
As I shift, a river of warmth bursts out of me, soaking the blankets beneath me. My face flushes with heat.
Beck just smiles, a soft, knowing thing. "Looks like we need to get you cleaned up," he murmurs, his gaze flicking between my legs before meeting my eyes again. "I'll get a warm cloth."
"Wait," I whisper, grabbing his wrist. "Beck...did you...did you rut me last night?" I can't remember. The whole night is a blur of sensation, but I can't pinpoint a single moment with Beck.
The beta’s smile fades, and he gets very quiet. He shakes his head, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes. "No," he says softly. "I didn't."
My heart sinks. "Why not?"
He looks down at my hand on his wrist, his thumb stroking my skin. "I touched you," he admits, his voice barely audible. "A lot. I held your hand, I... I tasted you. But I didn't do... that. It felt weird, having sex with you when you weren't really there. You were too out of it, Tansy. You couldn't give me permission, and I... I needed you to want it. To want me."
My heart aches for him, for the sweet, considerate beta who held back while the rest of us lost ourselves.
I squeeze his wrist, my thumb stroking over his pulse. "I love you, Beck," I whisper, and I fucking mean it.
“Yeah?” Beck sits a little taller. “I love you too.” He smiles softly, his expression filled with so much love.
"And…um…” I duck my head, suddenly feeling a little shy, “You never have to ask. You always have my consent…to touch me. Any part of me."
Beck’s eyes, those beautiful, bright blue eyes, get a little glassy. He swallows hard, and for a moment, he just looks at me, like he's trying to gather his courage. "Can I kiss you, Tansy?" he finally asks, his voice thick with emotion.
"Yes," I breathe, leaning forward slightly.
But he doesn't move. His gaze flickers down, away from my face, and between my legs, where the fluids from last night are still slick and wet on my thighs.
"I mean...between your legs," he says softly as a faint blush creeps up the back of his neck. "I want to clean you up." His face burns bright red. “I like eating their cum.”
Oh.
