This is forever.
And I have never been happier in my entire life.
parker
Iwakeupslowly,wrapped in warmth and the most perfect scent in the world. My nest is a mess of blankets, hoodies, and limbs. Arlo is curled against my front, face buried between my breasts, one arm slung possessively over my waist. Fox is pressed to my back, his big tattooed hand resting on my hip, his thigh between my legs absentmindedly stroking the fresh bite mark he left on my inner thigh last night.
I feel… different.
My neck throbs with Arlo’s claiming bite. My thigh aches with Fox’s. But it’s a good ache, like my body is proudly announcing to the universe that I belong to them now. I’m fully mated.Their Omega.
The part I didn’t plan for is the lingering heat in the pit of my belly that tells me my heat is close.
I can feel it in the way my scent has thickened overnight. The usual bright peach and warm vanilla is heavier, sweeter, almostlike molasses. My skin feels hypersensitive. Every brush of Arlo’s breath across my nipple or Fox’s fingers on my hip sends little sparks straight to my core. And the slick… is slowly gathering between my thighs. I’m already wet again, a slow, steady trickle leaking out of me and soaking the sheets beneath us.
I shift my hips just a little and a fresh gush of slick coats my thighs. A tiny whimper slips out before I can stop it.
Fox’s hand tightens on my hip. “Morning, baby,” he murmurs against the back of my neck, voice gravel-rough from sleep. His cock is already hard against my ass.
Arlo stirs, nuzzling deeper into my tits with a happy hum. “She smells like she needs us again,” he mumbles, still half-asleep.
I laugh, but it comes out breathy. “Shower,” I manage. “I need a shower before I ruin the whole nest.”
Fox kisses the fresh bite on my neck, then rolls out of bed and scoops me up like I weigh nothing. Arlo groans and follows us into the tiny bathroom, already reaching for the shower knobs.
The water is hot as it hits us, Fox pressing me against the cool tile wall, one hand sliding between my legs. Two thick fingers push inside me without warning, curling exactly where I need them.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against my ear. “Heat’s close, isn’t it?”
I nod frantically, hips rocking against his hand. “Yes—Fox—”
He drops to his knees right there in the shower, water cascading over his broad shoulders, and buries his face between my thighs. His tongue is relentless, long, slow licks through my folds, then sucking my clit into his mouth while his fingers keep fucking me open. I cry out, one hand fisting in his wet hair, the other braced against the tile.
Arlo steps up beside me, maneuvering until he’s behind me, my body using him as a wall. His hands cup my breasts, pinching my nipples as he kisses the claiming bite on my neck. “Let himeat you, baby. I bet you taste so fucking good when you’re like this.”
I come hard on Fox’s tongue, slick gushing down his chin. He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking me through it, then stands up, spins me around, and bends me forward so my hands brace against Arlo’s chest. He pushes inside me in one smooth thrust, knot already swelling.
“Mine,” he growls, fucking into me. “Our mated Omega.”
Arlo grins as he holds his cock up to my lips and I take it eagerly, needing them both. I relax between them as Arlo’s hand finds its way into my hair, letting them both use me until they’re spilling into me, Fox knotting me in the shower.
Had I thought about it, I would’ve voted against being knotted in the water but the heat from the spike is gone. For now.
As Fox’s knot goes down, we lazily wash each other, cleaning sweat and slick and cum from our skin. When we finally step out, I feel a little more grounded, but the heat is still simmering just under my skin.
I make it into one of Arlo’s shirts I stole earlier this week and a pair of leggings before remembering we scheduled a car wash this afternoon. Wide-eyed, I pick through the slick-soaked blankets and find my phone, grimacing as the clock shows me it’s just after 1:30 pm.
I shoot off a text to Harlow.
Me:Car wash is still on, right? Sorry, I was caught up.
Harlow: Don’t apologize. I would have dragged Fox off the stage looking like that too.
Me: He did look good in the suit, didn’t he?
Arlo steps up behind me, gently rocking his already hard cock against the small of my back.Jesus Christ.His desire blooms through the bond and paired with Fox’s, I’m wet between the thighs again. If I’m not careful, they’re going to set off my heat right now.
The moment Arlo settles his hands on my hips, I slap them away and climb onto my desk chair.
