I pout, my lower lip pushing out as I wrap myself tighter in the blanket, the haze of my heat sinking in.
“They’re on their way; do you need me to help ease some of what you’re feeling?”
“Yes,” I whine, biting on my lower lip as my eyes stay locked on him, inhaling his lime-orange scent.
He moves toward my nest, taking hold of the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head. My pulse is quick but steady as I watch him. Each movement deliberate, almost as if he’s stretching this moment out for me, giving me the time to respond as he gazes at me, looking for a hint of hesitation.
My eyes follow the lines of his body, taking in every inch of his shoulders, his chest, the faint scar near his collarbone. My perfume thickens, and I can feel my slick dampening my panties. My breath hitches, and he lets out a groan.
“You’re beautiful, River. I’m so lucky to have been blessed with you as my Kismet.” He purrs, the sound hitting me right in my core.
“Me too,” I moan. “I need you,” I whimper, my fingers gripping the blanket, my heart pounding in my chest as he removes his pants, his cock already hard. My body craves the knot he has to give me.
He climbs onto the nest, the pillow mattress dipping beneath his weight. My body heats up even more than it is just from the anticipation of his touch. His hand touches my arm, the tips of his fingers trailing down the length of exposed flesh, giving me a sense of gentle reassurance that this heat is going to be different.
He leans closer, his eyes searching mine, voice low and rough. “I’ll go slow,” he murmurs. “If you want me to stop, you tell me—and I will.”
Roman’s face meets mine as he kisses my lips softly, and I arch upward into him. It’s soft at first, as if he’s testing how I’ll respond, showing me that even if he’s in a rut, he’s in control and I have nothing to fear.
“Can I take off your clothes?” he asks, letting me take the lead.
“Yes,” comes out raspier than I intended.
Roman shifts his weight, sitting up. Taking hold of my hands, he helps me to sit up. “You smell so good.” His voice is deep and husky as he takes hold of my shirt, removing it, putting my bare chest on display. The cool air of the room hits my body, soothing the fire burning within me for just a second.
“Please, Roman, I need you,” I beg as he leans over, letting his tongue swirl around my pebbled nipple.
The air in the room thickens with my perfume, but there’s more. Chocolate and pineapple filter in, mixing with Roman’s heady lime scent.
Nash. Holden.
“Come help me care for our omega,” he says deeply, but not with his alpha bark. He remembered not to use it, and my heart soars.
Nash and Holden step into view as Roman shifts, moving down to my legs, taking hold of my leggings, removing them. My thighs are covered in my slick.
“Please,” I beg again, needing to be knotted.
I press my head back into the pillow as my back arches up, and my thighs press together trying desperately to ease the building ache.
“Are you ready for this, River.? Are you ready to take our cocks and our knots?” A voice purrs in my ear. Turning, I see Nash, his hand gripping his thick cock as he strokes from base to tip.
“Yes,” escapes across my lips. “I need my alphas and my beta.” I almost say pack, but I don’t. Not yet.
Holden moves onto the other side of me, kissing my neck, as his hand cups my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger. My body is alive, as if electricity is coursing through me.
“One at a time. We’re not pushing her too fast,” Roman growls, but I don’t want that. I want them all. Roman moves between my thighs, lowering his face as he kisses along my inner thigh, taking his time to kiss my scars, stopping at my crease. My pussy throbs, anticipating the knot he has to give me.
“Knot me, please, alpha.” I implore him.
He runs his tongue through my seam, sucking my clit, gently tugging on my tiny bud. My hips thrust upward into his face as he laps at my clit, my slick covering his face.
Holden takes hold of my face, turning it toward him, as he kisses me, softly at first, intensifying as he goes. Chocolate, lime and pineapple engulf me. My alphas. My beta. My pack. All my fears are slowly being ripped away as love and security replaces them.
Roman takes hold of my hips as he runs the head of his cock through my seam, then thrusts inside of me. Slow at first, then his pace quickens.
“Fuck, River, you’re so tight. So perfect.” Roman growls, as he continues to move in and out of me, but never gives me the knot I so desperately want. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist, as I press my heels into his ass, needing him closer to me.
“Deeper,” I beg. Nash and Holden pull away from me, as Roman thrusts into me faster.
