“Let’s get you comfortable.”
Elias eases us down onto the cushioned nest, keeping me on my side with him still knotted inside me. The cushion gives perfectly beneath our weight, cradling us in its softness.
“Oh, this is heaven,” I sigh, sinking into the plush surface. I grab one of the nearby pillows, a deep emerald green with golden embroidery, and tuck it under my head. “How did you guys design all this?”
“It’s a little bit of every one of us,” Rowan says simply, settling onto the cushion near my head. His golden-brown eyes study me with that quiet intensity that makes my skin tingle.
“And research,” Elias adds, his hand stroking my hip softly. “We wanted to create the perfect environment for our future omega.”
I feel a prickle of awareness as Kieran approaches from behind me. His scent intensifies as he settles on the cushion at my back. I can’t see him with Elias facing me, but I feel the dip of the cushion, feel the heat radiating from his body.
Elias’s knot shifts inside me as he adjusts his position, and I gasp at the sensation. He’s still releasing small bursts of cum deep inside me, each pulse making my belly feel warmer, fuller. I glance down between our bodies and notice with a start that my lower abdomen is actually visibly distended, a slight swell where his seed has filled me so completely.
“This is crazy,” I whisper, placing my hand on the tiny bulge. “You’ve filled me up so much. Is this normal?”
Elias follows my gaze and groans, his cock twitching hard inside me.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he murmurs, covering my hand with his own. “You’re perfect like this. Stuffed full of my cum.”
The pain of my heat has almost completely subsided, replaced by a warm, satisfied glow that radiates from my core throughout my entire body. I hadn’t realized how much the heat was affecting me until now, when the relief makes me feel almost drugged with contentment.
“Thank you,” I say, my voice soft with genuine gratitude. “For helping me. I was so scared when it started.”
“We’ll always help you, Francine,” Drake says from where he’s lounging at the foot of the nest. “That’s what a pack is for.”
Pack. The word resonates through me with unexpected power. The thought of belonging to these men, of them belonging to me, creates a warmth in my chest that has nothing to do with the heat.
I feel Kieran’s large hand suddenly on my ass, his palm warm against my bare skin. He caresses me gently, exploring my ass cheeks as I hold my breath. His fingers trace the curve of my buttock, occasionally dipping low enough to brush where Elias and I are joined, making me shiver.
“Is this okay?” Kieran asks, his voice a low rumble.
“Yes,” I breathe, surprised at how much I want his touch. After our awkward dinner and his cold behavior, I’d never imagined he’d be remotely interested in me physically.
His hand continues its gentle exploration, kneading and stroking my ass cheeks with an appreciation that borders on reverence. After several minutes of this, I feel his lips press against the swell of my right ass cheek in a soft kiss.
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up.
“You must really like ass,” I say, glancing back at him over my shoulder.
“I sure do,” he confirms with a sexy half-smile that transforms his usually stern face. “And yours is particularly magnificent.”
The compliment makes me blush harder, but I’m grinning too. This playful side of Kieran is unexpected. His hand continues its gentle massage, occasionally joined by his lips pressing soft kisses to my skin. Combined with Elias’s cock still pulsing inside me, the dual sensations are exquisite.
I start to feel so cozy in this nest between Elias and Kieran that my eyes start to close. The stress of the day, the intensity of losing my virginity, and the temporary relief from my heat have all combined to leave me suddenly exhausted.
“Rest, sweetheart,” Elias murmurs, kissing me on the lips. “We’ll be here when you wake.”
“Yes, get all the rest you need,” says Kieran gruffly. “Every chance you get while you’re knotted.”
Elias shifts us so that we’re more comfortable, his knot still firmly locked inside me for the next thirty minutes, but our bodies arranged for sleep. His arms wrap around me, strong and secure, and he presses a soft kiss to my forehead. Rowan settles above my head, brushing my hair with his large fingers.
“Sleep now, my Francine,” he whispers. “Dream of us.”
I feel Drake settle at my feet, his weight at the end of the nest completing the circle of alphas surrounding me. Their combined presence forms a protective barrier between me and the world.
As I drift toward sleep, I wonder dimly what this means for my future. Just days ago, I was a nanny starting a new job. Now I’m knotted to one alpha while three others surround me, all of them treating me like I’m precious, like I belong to them already.
Twenty
