Mags arches. Screams. Twitches as if she’s been electrocuted. We both engulf her in a double hug, kissing her everywhere we can reach until her orgasm fades.
We’ve ruined the fucking couch.
It takes a few minutes to disentangle. Despite our shared bond, coordinating three exhausted bodies and getting all the parts to cooperate is difficult. Kip slides out first, starting a cascade of cum dripping from Mags’s swollen pussy. We help her lift off me, and I realize we’re all in desperate need of a shower.
Our shower, unfortunately, will not accommodate three bodies. We’ve got to take turns.
After assuring us, both verbally and through the bond, that she is capable of standing on her own power, Mags washes up first. When she comes out, Nik appears in the hallway. He leans a hip against his bedroom door frame, looking every bit the powerful alpha that he is.
“Come on, Mags. I fixed your nest.”
Kip and I both exchange worried glances. Is he upset? And when did Mags get a nest?
Mags nods and heads into his room, but instead of fear, we’re met with a burst of joyous surprise through the pack bond as she sees the nest he prepared.
Nik, being an alpha, does not know the first thing about nesting. That’s for omegas and their beta helpers. He tried, though, and the sight of his room transformed into a giant nest for her delights Mags to no end. Sure, the mattresses from all our beds are kind of just tossed in there haphazardly, and the half a dozen blankets might be overkill, but he tried for her sake, and that’s something we can all be grateful for.
“Clean up, you two,” he says as Mags crawls into the nest. “Come on in when you’re done. There’s plenty of room for us all.”
Chapter 19
Nik
It’s hard to fight my possessive instincts. I know that pack bonding is fairly common, and it’s not unusual for an omega to bond to multiple males—or females, or both—but for years, Mags was essentially mine. When she was hiding her true nature from the twins, I had her all to myself. I can’t deny the bond, though, and that bond showed me pretty clearly that those two make her happy, too.
So, here we are: all four of us, tangled up on the mattresses in my room.
Before we fell asleep, it was a bit awkward. None of us males wanted to cuddle with the other men, but there’s only so much Mags to go around. Sleeping people toss and turn, though, and when I wake up, I’ve got Kip curled against one side, Mags on the other, and Kaden sprawled across our legs.
It feels right.
Since I’m the first one awake, I take the opportunity to gently stroke Mags’s hair while she sleeps.
The bond has definitely changed her. Before, she would never have stayed. She was the type to fuck and run. Now? Now is the second time she’s stayed after she finished. I don’tknow what the morning will bring, but I’m grateful for this small miracle.
Kaden stirs next, and he stretches before rolling off us into an empty spot on the nest, by Mags’s back. He rubs her hip while I focus on her hair.
“What happens next?” he asks quietly. “Will we still grift, or do you think Mags will go straight?”
A smile tugs at my lips at the humorous thought of Mags living an honest life. “We’re stuck with a grifter, but that’s okay. I wouldn’t want to be stuck with any other omega, and I don’t mind the betas I’m stuck with, either.”
Kaden casts a dubious glance over Mags’s shoulder. “This doesn’t mean that you and me and Kip have to … you know … does it?”
My laugh is so loud it wakes Kip. “No. Your ass is safe.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Kip grumbles. “Why are we talking about my brother’s ass?”
That generates enough laughter to wake up Mags, who stretches and yawns before opening her eyes. She smiles and half-tackles me in a bear hug. “Thanks again for the nest, Nik. It’s perfect.”
“It sucks,” I say, kissing her forehead, “but you’ll make it perfect.”
“Speaking of making things, I need breakfast.” Just like that, she’s up and navigating the spread of bodies in the nest to get to the door. “Could you make something? I need to pee.”
Guess that’s my cue to get up.
While I fix some scrambled eggs and bacon, Mags sits at the kitchen table, scrolling on her phone. Kip and Kaden sit on either side of her, giving Mags the biggest puppy-dog eyes I’ve ever seen in my life.
I almost spill the eggs serving them when Mags raises her arms in triumph with a loudwhoop!of success.
