The bed had four posts, so I got to work winding the long linen cloths around them to form a barrier that was a bit taller than the one I had been able to create in Cameliard.
In the future I had a bowl-like frame for the nest I had created in my little flat in London, but this massive bed would require a lot more work to make it feel cozy.
Or maybe just more alphas,my inner omega purred.
At the thought a flash of an image filled my mind of many pairs of bare legs tangled together and rumbling laughter filling my ears.
Would that future ever come to be? Packs were so commonplace in the future that I had never stopped to consider where they came from. Would the people of Camelot accept us? Could Arthur ever truly accept it?
“You seem far away,” Arthur’s deep voice cut through my distracted thoughts.
He stood naked at the edge of my nest, the twined cloth creating a barrier and obscuring the manhood that I had only briefly glanced at on our wedding night.
I blinked at him, realizing more time had passed while I was creating my nest than I thought.
The bed had been transformed completely, cushions lining the edges of the space and covered with the softest piece of muslin linen that I could find, creating a bowl-like shape in the center. It was perfect and I could barely remember doing it as I let my thoughts trail off into oblivion.
“Sorry,” I told him sheepishly, my cheeks filling with warmth.
Arthur’s lips pulled up into a soft smile as he observed my work. “You make a fine nest, Wife,” he purred.
The sound of it made a shiver of anticipation roll down my spine and I scooted back in the nest, waiting for the same words he’d spoken on our first night.
Arthur, without further prodding, placed a hand on one of the bedposts and used his other to run a hand through his golden curls to push them back. His hair was longer than it had been the day we’d met and the top of his hair framed his broad forehead in a way that made me want to kiss each of his temples.
“Omega,” he said without preamble. “May I enter your nest so that I may worship those perfect thighs of yours?”
Another shudder before I nodded. “You may.”
Arthur pushed down on one of the barriers just enough so that he could hike a leg over it and step inside without disturbing the rest of my nest.
His fingers were on the laces of my dress before I could say anything else, his firm hands pulling my skirts up and over my head and leaving me just in the white shift I had on underneath it.
My nipples stood out hard against the thin material and I felt his eyes on them.
“You are beautiful,” he murmured. “Have I told you that before?”
I shrugged, offering him a mischievous smile. “You could stand to say it more.”
Arthur flashed me a grin before he took one cloth covered nipple into his mouth, drawing a surprised gasp from my lips.
The sensation of his tongue and the roughness of the fabric sent a tingle of pleasure straight to my core as he used a hand to gently tweak the other nipple, pressing the stiff point down and soothing it until it was smooth again.
I reached up, stroking my hand down the back of his head before lying back amongst the cushions and pulling him with me.
Arthur’s weight was a firm, delicious pressure on top of me as he continued to lavish his attention on my breasts.
I was so focused on his mouth that I very nearly missed his free hand snaking down my side and slipping in between us, his bare hips lifting to grant himself access. The digit slipped underneath the edge of the fabric which was hiked up around my legs and in between my thighs.
“You are already slick for me,” Arthur mumbled around my nipple in wonder. “And I have barely touched you.”
I’d had more slick coming out of me in the past month than I had in the past decade—probably thanks to Merlin purging my body of my heat suppressants. It was as if I was truly experiencing being an omega for the first time in my life, and surprisingly, I didn’t mind it.
A thick finger pressed inside of me and I opened my legs to give him better access, wrapping them around his backside. The motion brought the soft head of his cock against my clit and we both gasped at the sudden sensation.
I could feel Arthur’s need ricocheting down our shared bond—urgent and hot as I knew he could feel my own mirrored back at him.
Arthur’s blue eyes were filled with the same fire as he lifted his head and we stared at one another in silence, hovering betweenone last moment of peace and the chaotic crash of bodies that was imminent.
