His scent has been climbing steadily, sweetness thickening in layers I track with the same precision I apply to the club's receipts. Oliver's nesting phase has already started, our Omega pulling fabric from every room in the apartment as he builds his fortress.
The nest sprawls across a third of our bedroom floor now, having tripled from its original corner placement. Oliver redesigns the structure twice daily, arranging blankets, pillows, and stolen clothing with meticulous care. My undershirts form the outermost ring because Oliver believes my scent must create the boundary holding everything else together.
The hardest part about all of this is finding coverage for the club, which takes at least three days of preparation. My phonehasn't left my hand as I coordinate with our head bartender and newly promoted floor manager to handle operations.
Nicholas's attorney is keeping the Voss filings in a holding pattern, requiring no physical presence from him. We secured an emergency restraining order against Sebastian, establishing a five-hundred-foot perimeter around both the club and Wilson personally. Everything is running smoothly now, allowing me to step away when the time comes.
With the new information, Wilson has even started moving a little differently, more confidently. Maybe it has something to do with Oliver’s growing scent which is lowering all our inhibitions or it might have to do with the fact that when Nicholas told him Sebastian was taken care of.
A small knock on the office drawer steals my attention, Wilson peeking his head in. His cheeks are slightly pink, the Beta slipping inside and perching his ass on the edge of the desk. I raise one of my eyebrows, waiting for him to tell me what’s going on, knowing that that is still new to him.
He doesn’t initiate with Nicholas or myself but he shows up. He slips into our space and then he waits.
It’s actually really fucking adorable.
Giving into the temptation, I tug him into my lap, Wilson melting immediately as I cup the side of his face and pull him into a kiss. His fingers curl into my shirt as he responds, a small moan falling from his lips. Unable to help myself, I drop my hand to his stomach and then pants, feeling him hard through his pants.
He’s not the only one. It’s impossible to be anything else with the way Oliver smells and if I didn’t have more self control, I’d drag him into one of his nests or even the stockroom for a quick fuck.
“What’d you come in here for gorgeous?” I breathe against his lips as he starts to rock into my hand. “God, I want to take you apart right here.”
He opens his mouth to say something just as a whine permeates through the door. A sloppy smile slips onto his lips as he nuzzles into my neck, completely opposite of how he usually is. “That. I think. I came to tell you that I think Oliver is…”
His back arches as another whine hits my ears, amusement filtering into my expression. I’ve never been this responsive to Oliver’s heats but fuck, I’m loving that Wilson is. He’s basically falling apart in my lap and I’ve barely touched him.
I gently push Wilson off of my lap, the Beta wobbling to the door before heading toward the apartment. The staff already seems to know what’s going on, each of them trying to busy themselves as Wilson all but crashes into Oliver at the edge of the stairs. They’re a mess of kisses and touching, Nicholas two inches away, looking absolutely wrecked.
The patience of that man I will never fucking understand, his gaze slotting over to me for permission even as the obscene bulge in his pants thickens more. I herd the duo up the stairs, knowing if we wait any longer, there’s going to be a fucking orgy on the main floor. The patrons wouldn’t mind but I don’t share like that.
Wilson and Oliver stumble toward the room, Oliver scratching as Wilson’s clothes as another whine filters into the air. This is going to be one messy heat and I’m going to love every last second of it.
Just as I’m about to mention that maybe Nicholas should take over, Oliver digs his hand into Wilson’s pants, unearthing the knot ring I told our Beta to keep with him. I watch in fascination as clothes get shoved off and down, Oliver taking charge. Nicholas and I stand back, slowly undressing as our mates findtheir rhythm, Oliver frantic until he slides the ring onto Wilson and then stuffs that cock into his ass.
“They’re so fucking pretty,” I murmur, wrapping a hand around the base of my cock. “We probably still have a few hours before his real heat hits but this is it, Nicholas. You ready?”
He grins at my side. “Never been more ready.”
It’s like an erotic dance, watching those two together, Oliver yelling for more as Wilson gives him everything he has. Unfortunately, with them both so far gone, the hardness that Oliver needs just isn’t there.
Nicholas stalks forward, kneeling down between Wilson’s legs, one of his hands move through the mess of slick pouring from our Omega. “I have an idea, hmm? Something to give you what you need.” His voice is huskier than I’ve ever heard it, Oliver going pliant against the Alpha. In the next moment, Nicholas has them in a different position, Wilson now hovering over Oliver as he fucks into him.
It’s still not enough but then I get it.
The Alpha parts Wilson’s ass with slick coated fingers, Wilson letting out a raw sound as his back arches forward.
“I’m going to fuck you, Will. I’m going to fuck you into our Omega.”
Oliver scrabbles at Wilson’s arms, frustrated that they aren’t moving. “Yes! Yes, please. Fuck, yes.Please.”
I just chuckle, enjoying the show as Nicholas roughly opens Wilson up before thrusting inside of him. Wilson’s body jerks forward, Oliver groaning with pleasure. And that’s when I truly see it.
As much as this heat will be about Oliver, it’s also about Wilson, about showing him that he’s ours and that he belongs right here with us.
Nicholas takes it slowly, one of his hands pressing lightly against the Beta’s back, the other gripping his hip, directing himinto Oliver. I step closer until I’m kneeling just over Oliver’s head, my cock inches from Wilson’s lips. It’s an invitation I’m more than aware might be declined but the hazy look in his eyes gives me a different story.
He tilts his head up just slightly, inches from Oliver’s face, his tongue coming to curl around the head of my cock.Holy fuck.Oliver reaches up from beneath, desperately trying to drag my balls into his mouth but settles for massaging them, the four of us in this erotic trance, Oliver’s scent pushing us over the edge.
“Zo, this is perfect. Oh my god, deeper,harder.Yes.”
