I draw in a slow breath and turn.
Rafe is leaning into Eli, tear tracks cutting down his face as Eli holds him close. Gage has his hand over his mouth, staring at the mural with eyes gone bright and wet, and Corbin’s hand is firm on Gage’s shoulder, like he’s holding him upright by sheer will. Zeke gives me a watery smile and brushes the bond with pure, knee-shaking love.
“I wanted to make sure some part of Nick was in here with us,” I say. “Rafe lent me his sketches. I hope that’s okay.” My voice trails off at the end.
Rafe breaks free from Eli and strides toward me. I brace myself, but he wraps me in his long, strong arms and lifts me clean off the floor, holding me tight.
“Thank you for this, Dulzura,” he whispers into my hair. “It’s perfect.”
He sets me down, and we stand together, taking in the mural.
Most of Nick’s drawings were of nature. Mountains. Rivers. Trails winding through trees. Some were close-ups of animals and insects,quiet studies of the wild. But when I found the sketch of hummingbirds drinking from a patch of wildflowers, I knew. That was the one. It felt like it belonged to me, deep in my chest.
It fills the far wall of the nest now. Pastel wildflowers spill outward, soft and open. The hummingbirds shimmer in blues and purples, their wings caught mid-beat.
Heat cramps begin low and slow in my belly, the ache curling inward. My brief moment of lucidity fades.
I’m glad I got to spend it showing my alphas our nest.
My alphas.
It’s the last thought I have before my omega rises and takes me under.
Zeke
Winnie’s nest is as fucking lovely as her soul. It’s filled to the brim with love, kindness, and care. Nick’s mural is so special, the embodiment of how our omega takes care of us. And now it’s time for us to take care of her, and I couldn’t be more honored.
When the heat cramps start, I feel them ripple along our bond. It’s a mix of pain, which I hate, and bone-deep need, which makes it damn near impossible not to rush over and bury my cock in her immediately. Some of that must carry across the bond, because her eyes search the room and land on mine. Her pupils are blown wide. Her omega has taken over, and it’s unlikely she even knows her own name, but she still finds me. I know she’s mine.
I close the distance between us in seconds. “Do you need me, omega?” I ask.
She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t even whine. Instead, she shrugs out of Corbin’s coat, lets it fall to the floor, and drops to her knees naked. She turns and presents herself. Perfect ass lifted, face pressed into the plush pillows of the nest. She spreads her knees without being asked. Open, offering and trusting. I hear a low groan from somewhere behind me.
Fuck me if I could ever resist that.
My knees hit the floor as my hands spread over her hips and up to her ass. My fingers slide through her pussy and then inside her. She’salready soaked, clenching around me like she knows exactly what’s coming and can’t wait another second.
“Goddamn, Blossom, you’re so tight. So perfect,” I add softly. “So good for us.”
Her breathy keen fills the nest as her perfume thickens in the air. I undo my pants and free my cock, stroking once before lining myself up. I pause just long enough to let her feel the stretch of the moment, to let the others see how badly she’s shaking, how desperate she is to be filled.
Pushing in feels like finding bliss. She takes me inch by inch, her body opening like it was made for this, made for me, made for all of us watching her unravel.
Her reactions surge through the bond like hurricane winds, strong and overwhelming.
I work her from different angles, reaching between her legs to rub her clit in steady circles. It’s easy to know exactly what she needs through the bond. Her moans turn broken, needy, and I don’t hold back.
“That’s it, Blossom,” I murmur. “You’re doing so good.”
As the bond tightens between us, there are moments where it feels like I almost hear a voice. It’s faint, made of emotion instead of sound. It all tangles together until there’s no separating it.
Everything coils tighter and tighter until the drop is inevitable.
“That’s it, Blossom. Fall,” I say as I push my knot forward, feeling it slip into place. She cries out, body locking around me, and I swear the room holds its breath as I claim her fully.
She falls, and fuck if I don’t fall with her, our orgasms crashing together. I come deep inside her, holding her hips steady while she shakes, praising her through every wave. “That’s my omega. Our omega. You did so good. We’ve got you.”
The bond turns into a live wire, tangling our shared ecstasy until there’s nothing left but each other.
