He scrubs a hand over his face. “Sorry. The thought of stepping out of her nest for even a second is making me…”
“Even more of an asshole.” Dante chuckles, as he reaches over to pepper Layne’s face in a hundred or so tiny butterfly kisses. “But, Matty, Val does have a point.”
I growl at him. If she wasn’t wrapped around me like a scarf, I’d belt the living shit out of the twins at their suggestion she wasn’t all I’d be focussed on.
Then I’m the one shutting my eyes, trying to get a grip on the protective aggression flooding our bond. It’s taking us a while to get used to our new connection - it’s full of contrasting highs and lows. And right now it’s like someone is flickering the lights on and off in the middle of a storm on a winters night.
I open my eyes just in time to see Dante moving closer to me, a wicked gleam in his eyes. He dips closer sing songing in my ear like a three-year old. “Don’t wake her up now, Matteo, because you’re all antsy. Focus, buddy.”
I guess we all needed another reminder how much we’re oversharing.
A heartbeat later our bond fills with a serenity and peace that has me yawning and sinking into the plush pillow castle she made for me. I curl my arms around her - protectively - and Dante draws up one of the pale coffee coloured silk blankets, so it covers over her shoulders.
Layne shudders in my arms, blowing out a long, caramel scented exhale. Right into my face. Her syrupy sweet perfume has Valentine, Dante and me groaning quietly.
Her heat makes her scent so potent, her desire so obvious, I have no defence against it. My hips rise and my cock thickens. Her pussy responds, fluttering softly around my growing length.
“Shit, she is amazing. And so fucking responsive,” I whisper. “You need to be quick. Our Omega might be resting, but she is also insatiable.”
Valentine squats down behind her, placing a bottle of vitamin water, and a bottle of fresh juice within easy reach for me. He wraps himself around her, his face against hers. And then his hands take the place where mine are on her ass, so he can hold her for me, and I can drink the bottles he bought over.
She stirs, but Valentine’s lips are on the shell of her ear before she can wake. He makes a noise deep in the bottom of his throat and a low purr rumbles through her nest, followed by a cloud of Dante’s scent, and a small rock of my cock inside her pussy.
Even in sleep she knows we are all with her.
I chug the of water bottle, before taking the other bottle and doing the same. Dante is already passing more over but this time, they’re for her.
He crawls away again, careful to avoid the piles of blankets and clothes she’s crafted around her nest before he reappears with a couple of small containers in his hands. They colour coordinate with the drinks he bought over already.
Funnily enough the first time I saw the Heat Drink and Eat Range in the Omega store I thought they were a gimmick. Now I can appreciate the foresight of the product and understand how it works, and it’s genius.
The colouring, and even the shape of the containers and bottles, are pretty - Layne is living proof of how importantaesthetics are in a nest, she’s been comforted endlessly by everything she chose. But the Heat Drink and Eat Range also acts like a gauge on how much time has passed. We’re back on a pale toffee-coloured labels which means we’re on day three of her heat.
Valentine waits patiently for me to finish drinking the second bottle. It has been an intense few days. I am completely wrung out and will need to sleep for a week, but I wouldn’t swap this for the world.
For her first heat with a pack, Layne managed it incredibly. I think we all knew she would, but with us she has absolutely blossomed and continues to do so. Her love is like pure energy, and the way she shares it so effortlessly has me falling even deeper in love with her. I could safely say the same for Valentine and Dante. The way the four of us fit together so perfectly and effortlessly is the stuff romance writers fill pages trying to properly describe.
We all expected the physical side of things to be amazing. Although none of us properly anticipated her want, and need, for constant pleasure. Like with my claim on her throat, where I used Valentine’s designation to seal my bite to Layne’s throat, we’ve found our way in her nest too. Our Omega has not been wanting. Not once have I felt inadequate because of my inability to knot her either. She’s spent her time equally with us, although mostly it has been all of us together.
Layne stretches, the small movement unleashes another puff of her scent. There’s a richness to her mouth-watering caramel scent - a ripening almost. We’re all about to ride another wave of her heat.
I settle back into the space that reeks of pack orgasms and our wife’s slick, and after a nod, Valentine places her back on me.
“You good?” He triple checks.
This time there is no hint of irritation in his tone, or in his movements.
“Val, We’ll be fine. I think after this crest, her heat is going to be done. Do we have enough food for her for after?”
He looks exhausted but Valentine will provide and make sure she is well fed and cared for before he looks after his own needs. “I’m going to make her some pasta when she’s ready to eat. It won’t take me long to prepare, and I’ve got everything we need.”
Nodding, I whisper back. “Don’t be long. Our Omega is getting ready for another round.”
Valentine sweeps a hand over her face, brushing her hair back before he kisses her forehead, and disappears.
I should close my eyes and rest, but the way this woman has me twisted up inside. I don’t want to miss a second of my time with her. Within minutes her eye lids start to flutter, like she’s in the middle of a dream. Her lips part and she makes a deep a groan alluding to the type of dream she’s having. The gentle squeeze of her pussy around my length all but confirms she’s enjoying herself, even in her sleep.
And then she falls back into a quiet stillness. I nearly drift off too until she whimpers. Her breathing changing suddenly so she’s panting.
