Undoubtedly his intercom message had reached the rest of the pack as Gawain turned in the direction that I had just come from.
“Is Addie okay?” I asked, feeling suddenly guilty that her nursery hadn’t been the first place I had gone upon waking up. She was only nine months old after all. We had left her with her nanny for the past couple of days, but now that the haze of my heat was starting to ease off, I realized just how much I had missed her.
I opened my mouth to tell Gawain to take a detour back to the nest, but I never got the chance to speak as Gawain read my emotions down the bond like they were an open-book.
“No feeling guilty for doing what your body needs, darling. Addie will be just fine.”
The ‘darling’ endearment was something new that Gawain had started calling me in the future and it sent a sizzle of need down my spine, reminding me that I was still very much in my heat.
My insides twisted and I groaned, tucking my face into Gawain’s neck and inhaling his scent to soothe the sudden ache.
“Gawain,” I mumbled, my arms tightening around his neck.
“Hush, my darling. I will make all of that pain go away momentarily,” he purred as he opened the door to my nest and stepped inside.
The room smelled of sex and our mixed scents and I immediately felt comforted as Gawain deposited me in the middle of the massive circular bed that took up the center of the room.
A thick, linen canopy was hung from the ceiling, encircling the bed in an almost circus-tent-like fashion and I had strung fairy lights all over the place to make the entire space glow with an almost ethereal light.
I didn’t like big, overhead lights at the best of times, but especially in my nest. I’d even gone so far as to unscrew the bulbsfrom all of the fixtures so no one accidentally ruined the sexy, comfy, zen I had going on.
“Robe off,” I demanded of him as I shimmied out of my own.
Gawain obliged immediately, the silky black material sliding down his chiseled body and revealing the roadmap of bruises that I had suckled into his skin over the past few days.
Mine, my inner-omega purred with satisfaction as Gawain stood at the edge of my nest, his face full of unabashed desire.
“May I enter your nest, omega?” he asked with a practiced ease that sent a shudder of anticipation rolling down my spine.
“You may,” I replied, holding my hand out to him and helping to pull him over the lipped sides of the nest until our skin was sliding along each other in a sensual prelude to what was about to occur.
“Slow and languid or hard and fast, my queen?” Gawain asked, his nose brushing along mine as his hands slid down my side and behind my thigh, opening me for him again.
“Dealer’s choice,” I responded cheekily, earning myself a sound kiss on the lips as Gawain answered me with a firm shove of his hips as he sheathed himself inside of me again right up to his knot.
I groaned at the suddenness of it, but my body welcomed him with glee as the friction seemed to make the uncomfortable parts of the heat take a back seat.
“You two wasted no time,” a wry voice said from the door as Gawain continued to thrust inside of me with abandon.
“Why would we wait for alphas who leave their omega unattended in her nest?” I asked, fluttering my lashes at Lancelot who had been the one to speak, my words stilted with each push of Gawain’s hips.
Arthur, who had been standing at Lancelot’s shoulder, held up a bag of trail mix. “Because these alphas return with snacks?”
“And a baby monitor so you can see Addie?” Merlin chimed in from the back, his pale, white hair still mussed and damp from his shower.
I narrowed my gaze for a moment, but the need to be completely surrounded by them again trumped any irritation I may have felt.
“Merlin can come first,” I finally said, holding my hand out to the wizard who grinned and put the baby monitor on the nightstand before crawling into my nest.
His cock was already half-hard as I let Gawain help me sit up and slide backwards into the thinner man’s lap.
Merlin, who had quickly grown accustomed to having sex in a group setting after waking up in the future, already knew what I was asking of him and I could feel his knuckles brushing into my back as he worked his hand up and down his length to prepare himself.
“Don’t forget the lubrication,” Bedivere said, tossing the large, clear bottle of lube that we kept in the bedside drawer onto the nest.
I didn’t reallyneedit during my heat as I’d found that my ass made nearly as much slick as my pussy did, but it didn’t hurt to ease the way.
Merlin got to work slathering his length in the stuff as I watched the rest of my alphas undress and step into the nest, murmuring their questions for entry under their breaths.
