With a lungful of his espresso scent, my blood sizzles and a sweet, floaty dizziness consumes. Where our bodies touch, a warmth flows and something in my pussy lets go, making me sit up and look down.
My Alpha is already staring at my pussy and gliding his fingers through the rush of slick that has soaked through my shorts and saturated his tee. His focus makes the slick pool faster and my core throb harder.
A mix of a moan and a strangled groan fills my ears, and it takes a moment to realize I’m the one making it. I ride his hand and whimper as my temperature keeps climbing. I feel like I have a fever.
There’s a tug in my chest, and I shake myself out of a growing haze and follow the sensation to Matteo’s waiting mouth. He uses his steadying vanilla scent to fill my lungs. And as intense as Valentine’s touch is, it's the same with Matteo, but his soothes like aloe on a burn, providing me the space to talk.
“Nest. Please. And your clothes.” I rip off my top and claw at Matteo’s T-shirt, nearly shredding it.
I bury my face in his scent as soon as I have a hold of his clothes and start rubbing the material over my face. With my other hand, I reach for Dante, demanding his. Without asking, Valentine adds his to my pile. Once I have their shirts, I want everything they’re wearing. Need it.
Their clothes in my nest is an obsession that hits harder than the increases in my temperature.
I point to what I want. “Those, please.”
Their scent-laden clothes fall into my waiting arms, and I’m torn—stay here or go to my nest. I want to be in both places at once, but my nest isn’t ready. It needs the final touches I’m holding.
“Go make your nest pretty, Layne.” Matteo sweeps his body behind mine, his lips instantly falling to his claim. And his touch is electrifying, his suggestion perfect. “Your pack will wait outside the door until you’re ready. Is that okay?”
“Don’t come in until I say.” I’m racing away before they have a chance to answer.
It’s lucky we programmed the security on the door to be a palm print, because there’s no way I would be able to think of anything past spreading their clothes over my nest so I can wrap myself in their scents.
54
Layne
Iexpected to lose my mind in a blaze of heat. Or at least be mindless from wave after wave of need. I mean, that’s what is happening, but being as aware as I am in this moment makes my heat…lush.
The other thing blowing my mind is the strange, occasionally neurotic, possessiveness I feel toward my nest. I finally understand the need for all the pillows and blankets, because the comfort I get from them, the safety I feel when I’m spread over them, and the demonic rage that consumes me when one of my pieces moves out of alignment, is thrilling and terrifying.
I’m sure the people at the Omega shop we went to would say my nest is a complete mess, but it makes me vibrate with joy. What makes me weak in the knees with gushing, overflowing emotion is how my pack instinctively knows the path they’re allowed to travel.
They asked me once to show them what they could touch and what was a no-go zone, and since then, despite the times we’vefucked, rolled, and snoozed over nearly every inch of it, when it comes to them moving, they know the boundaries.
Time in here has meant nothing, and the only way I know the world keeps turning and hours continue passing, besides using orgasms as a measure, is the difference in the snacks and drinks on display. Because even all the packages of treats and the bottles of water need to be color coordinated, and again, my pack is paying attention and playing a vital role in ensuring my first heat is memorable.
Valentine’s confidence has always been so incredibly appealing, but watching him crawl over my nest, without second-guessing where his hands and knees can go, has me falling harder for him.
Watching him move away from me, I get the obscenest, but tastiest, view of my Alpha. His cock hangs low and thick, and even though he’s facing away from me, I can see how swollen his knot is. And his butt needs my teeth in it.
Wiggling off Dante’s skillful mouth as he keeps licking pleasure from my body, I drag my pussy over his face before leaning down blindly to kiss Matteo’s sleepy face. All without taking my eyes off Valentine’s goods.
Matteo tugs my hair when I stop mid kiss, and I glance down at him, wondering what’s going on. Valentine’s body is so freaking distracting.
But Matteo is smiling at my loss of focus. “Go.”
It’s not permission—it’s encouragement—and I dip down and kiss him again. Properly. All tongue. And boy, that Beta can kiss. A fresh wave of discomfort hits inside my body, and I clench my teeth, breathing through the sharpness and trying hard to swallow the pain because I want, no I need, to taste Valentine more than anything.
Trying to be as quiet as possible is difficult in my nest, since Valentine has an uncanny awareness when it comes to me. I callit a win that I manage to get my mouth on him before he does or says anything.
Nipping my way up his inner thigh, I rub my face over his skin, where his espresso scent, along with the smell of sex, is riddled over every inch of him. I lick my way up his thigh, stopping to suck or bite wherever I want for the simple reason I can. Each taste only reinforces exactly what I need right now, and it’s his cream.
My lips are tingling with his espresso scent. And, much like with coffee, each taste has energy bubbling through my veins, making me more conscious and alert, but jittery from the buzz of his energy too.
My Alpha has all that big dick energy with the big dick to back it up. I flick my tongue out, tracing around his crown and playing with one of his silver studs between my teeth.
“Jesus, wife, I need to muzzle you.” He groans, bracing a hand against the wall, and sinks down to give me better access to him. I have the most incredible view as I twist under him. I focus on his cock and knot, but if I look up, I can see the way he’s bent over so he can watch me pleasure him. And god, it’s such a fucking turn-on, watching the way his electric blue eyes fill with the same heat I struggle to contain.
