He curls into my side as I lay down. “Are you ready, gorgeous? You don’t have to be. This is going to be a lot and I want to protect you if this is too much, too fast.”
“I’m terrified.” Wilson’s voice trembles against my palm as I cup the side of his face. “I want it so much that it scares me. I want his knot again and I want Oliver’s heat and I want to bein that nest with all three of you and the fact that I want it that badly is the thing that makes me want to run.”
My thumb traces slow circles against the warm skin of his neck while his pulse thrums beneath my fingertips. “Wanting things isn’t weakness, Wilson. Every instinct you’ve been taught to suppress holds beauty in it. And this time, the people in the room are going to honor every single one of them.”
He nods once, the movement subtle against my hand. My lips press against his forehead, lingering there while his scent envelops me.
“Get some sleep,” I murmur against his skin before standing from the bed. “Oliver is going to need all of us at full capacity.”
Wilson’s mouth curves slightly upward at one corner. “Is that your way of telling me to stop worrying?”
“It’s my way of telling you that worrying is my job.”
31
Oliver
The sear of heat finds me at 4 AM. One instant I’m curled in the nest with Lorenzo’s arm draped across my waist, Wilson’s steady breath filtering through the guest-room wall where Nicholas watches him; the next, my skin ignites, my core clenching around nothing, slick pooling through my briefs and soaking into the sheets beneath me. My own sweetness floods the nest so abruptly it rouses Lorenzo before my gasp even escapes.
“Zo.” My voice cracks. My hands claw at the blankets, hauling them up as if I could burrow into them, fill every hollow with warmth. “It’s happening. Fuck, it’s happening right now.”
I pat around the nest, confused when I don’t find Wilson or Nicholas only to remember the Alpha stealing him away for some quiet before my heat hit.
In the dark, Lorenzo’s hand finds my cheek, cool against my burning skin. His scent sharpens, rain cutting through mysweetness, and his steady authority anchors me even as my hips rock against the mattress.
“I’m here. Breathe.”
My lungs yank in ragged pulls, tasting of my own arousal, every exhale drenching the nest in more of me. My cock presses hard to my stomach, my hole clenching in rhythmic pulses that send slick trailing down my inner thighs. The emptiness is maddening, my body knows exactly what it needs, and its absence is a raw scream.
Lorenzo peels the sodden briefs down my legs and tosses them past the nest’s edge. His hands sweep up my trembling thighs, his thumbs pressing into muscles he knows better than the club’s layout in the dark.
My back hits the blankets at his command, voice dropping to that register that turns my spine to water. "Look at me, Oliver," he says, and I do. Lorenzo kneels between my legs, meeting my gaze for a moment before his mouth descends on my cock. The wet heat pulls a sound from deep within me, filling the apartment. My hands fist in his hair, hips bucking up into his mouth, body chasing relief from a hunger that a blowjob can satisfy for approximately ninety seconds before the deeper need resurfaces.
Lorenzo knows this. He works me with his mouth for exactly as long as it takes to pull the first orgasm from my body, my cock pulsing against his tongue, the release crashing through me hard enough to bow my spine off the mattress.
His hands hold my hips down while I shake through it. The relief lasts long enough for my vision to clear before the heat surges back, the emptiness doubling, my body clenching around nothing while slick pools beneath me.
"More." My voice is already wrecked. "Zo, I need more, I need you inside me, please—"
Lorenzo's cock pushes into me in one stroke. My legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper, my body swallowing him with a greed that makes us both groan. He fucks me with the controlled rhythm I know from a hundred heats before this one, each thrust angled to hit the spot that makes my toes curl, his hands bracing on either side of my head.
The second orgasm builds just as fast. Lorenzo's rhythm accelerates to match it, his jaw clenched. I come with his name on my tongue and my nails in his shoulders, my body clamping around him, and Lorenzo follows with a groan pressed into my throat. His hips grind against mine as he empties inside me, and the warmth of it eases the ache for a few minutes.
A few minutes. The heat doesn't care about minutes.
The third wave rolls through before Lorenzo has pulled out. A high desperate whimper pulls from my lips, my hips already rocking against him as Lorenzo's forehead drops against mine.
"Nicholas," he says toward the open bedroom door, his voice carrying through the hallway. "You’re up, Alpha."
A thrill runs through as Nicholas pushes through the door, Wilson right behind them. They look like works of art but my attention is firmly planted on Nicholas’ cock and the beautiful, pulsing knot between his thighs.
Heat flares through me as my body responds before my brain processes his presence. Something primal builds in my chest and escapes as a sound I barely recognize. Every cell in my body screams at the Alpha in the doorway to come closer and fill the aching emptiness Lorenzo cannot reach.
Nicholas crosses to the nest, his eyes moving from my body to Lorenzo's face in silent communication. Lorenzo pulls out of me and shifts to the side, his hand resting on my hip while his thumb traces circles against my skin.
"He needs your knot," Lorenzo purrs. "Take care of our Omega."
Nicholas kneels between my legs, my hand wrapping around his cock and stroking once, the groan that tears from his throat vibrating through my palm.
