Nest Wonderland wasan overwhelming explosion of all things omega. Large swaths of fabric hung from the walls, stacks of blankets and pillows filled rows and rows of shelves, and in the back was a full sex shop with toys, bondage tools, spanking implements, positioning wedges, and lingerie.
Images of all the things I wanted to do with my omega flooded my mind and hardened my cock. I subtly adjusted myself as I glanced over my shoulder to where Olive and Easton were occupied inspecting pillows. I grabbed a bag and started to fill it. Soft leather handcuffs. A small paddle. A set of butt plugs. A variety of vibrators.
“Find something good?”
I jumped as Lars appeared beside me, and he snorted at my reaction.
“Just getting a variety,” I mumbled. “I don’t know what she likes.”
Lars grabbed another bag and put in a bundle of soft rope and nipple clamps.
“I have a feeling she’ll be just fine with all of this,” he said. “I’ll bring all this to the front.” He grabbed my bag and took it to the check-out.
I headed back to Olive, noticing how empty her cart was. We’dtried to get her to tell us about her dream nest on the hour-and-a-half drive to get here—pumpkin spice lattes and pastries in hand, courtesy of Lars—but she was tight-lipped. I’d gathered that she hadn’t grown up with a lot of money, and certainly hadn’t had much since her parents died. My alpha was agitated that she resisted us spoiling her, but the reasonable side of me understood it would take a while for her to get used to it.
Good thing I was persistent and wouldn’t stop until she had everything she ever wanted.
I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She melted back into me, all softness. Easton gave me a wink before he slipped away, and I was sure he was about to fill a cart for our omega.
“I don’t see you picking out nearly enough things, pretty girl.” I buried my face in the crook of her neck and breathed in deeply.
She shrugged. “I don’t really need more things, Finn.”
I grasped her hips and turned her around to face me. “But I know youwantthem. Your omega craves being spoiled. Why are you resisting?”
“It’s just a lot. I don’t deserve—” At my furious expression, she cleared her throat and changed course. “My nest is fine. You should spend your money on something else.”
Before she could get herself into even more trouble, I took her by the waist, tipped her over my knee, and smacked her ass several timeshard.
She squawked and squirmed and tried to get away, but my arms were iron. She gasped as I flipped her so she was upright again, now plastered to my chest.
“What was that for?” Her eyes blazed with fury and arousal, her tone indignant.
I gripped her jaw tight, preventing her from looking away.
“That was just a taste of the punishment you’re getting later for questioning our buying things for you. We might not be millionaires, but we have money, Olive, and the only words I want to hear when we spoil you is, ‘Thank you, alpha.’ Anything other than that, you’ll be over my knee again, and I don’t fucking care who’s around.” Her eyes were wide and glassy as I ran my lips down the side of her face. “Believe me, it will be no hardship for me to have you writhing over my lap as I redden that sweet ass until you’re sore for days.”
Her perfume was sweet and heady around us, and the only sound that slipped from her plush pink lips was a whine.
“You want that, sweet girl?”
She nodded. But then she bit her lip, looking unsure.
“What is it, darling?”
She shifted her weight, her eyes fixed on my chin. I tipped her face so I could take in her gorgeous brown eyes.
“Do you think my current nest is bad?” she whispered. “Because I tried to do a good job.”
My chest tightened so much it was hard to breathe. Olive was so often fierce and snarky it could be easy to forget how tender and vulnerable she was underneath it all. Something we both had in common.
I caressed her face, loving how she softened into my touch. “Your nest is wonderful, just as it is. You’ve done such a good job with it. Theperfectjob. This is about my alpha wanting to provide for you.” I hesitated for a moment before pushing on ahead. “And it’s a symbol of us building something together as a pack.”
Her lips parted and then they were against mine, all desire and passion. I palmed her ass as her arms went around my neck, each of us pulling the other closer until there was no space between us. We were both breathing heavily when we pulled apart.
Olive’s cheeks flushed beautifully pink as she peered around my shoulder. “I guess we shouldn’t do that in the store.”
I chuckled. “I’m sure this store, in particular, has seen it all.” I patted her ass. “Now, we’re buying at least three new blankets and a shit-ton of pillows before we leave, so you better start picking your favorites.”
