Rex carries me through the mansion, climbing the stairs without breaking a sweat. I keep my face pressed against his chest, too embarrassed to look up, too overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock moving inside me to focus on much else.
We stop eventually, and I hear the sound of a door opening. Rex steps through, then pauses.
“Welcome to your omega nest.”
I lift my head, curiosity overcoming my embarrassment, and gasp at what I see. The room is enormous, easily three times the size of the bedroom they gave me. The walls are painted a soft pink. A massive king-sized bed dominates one corner, the sheets pressed and clean.
A huge circular cushion, at least twelve feet in diameter, sits in the middle of the floor. It’s covered in light pink fabric that matches the walls, plush and inviting. Above it hangs a delicate mobile made of crystals that catch the light, sending rainbow patterns dancing across the ceiling.
“What is this place?” I whisper, staring in wonder.
“The nest,” Rex repeats, his voice gentle. “It’s where the pack comes together. Where we bond. Where we...” He clears his throat. “Where we make love to our omega.”
We literally just fucked on the forest floor a few minutes ago, and thinking of it makes heat flood into my face.
“It’s beautiful,” I say, meaning it.
Rex smiles, then carefully lowers himself to his knees on the edge of the cushion. The movement shifts his cock inside me, the swollen base of his knot pressing against my G-spot, and I gasp at the sudden burst of pleasure. He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest.
“Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “Let’s get you comfortable.”
He leans back, bringing me with him until we’re lying on the cushion, my face against his chest, his arms still wrapped around my waist. The cushion is even softer than it looks,molding to our bodies like we’re lying on a cloud. After the hard ground of the forest and the jolting run through the trees, it’s pure heaven.
“Oh my god,” I sigh, letting my head fall back against his shoulder. “This feels amazing.”
“It’s filled with memory foam and down,” Rex explains, nuzzling the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Nothing but the best for our omega.”
The word sends a thrill through me. Their omega. That’s what I am now. And what I’ll be forever.
“I really need a shower,” I say after a moment, suddenly aware of how dirty I am. Dirt and leaves cling to my skin, my hair is a tangled mess, and I can feel dried sweat making my dress stick to my back. “But I don’t want your knot to come out yet. The pain will come back.”
Rex chuckles, his chest rumbling against me. “It won’t come out so easily. Don’t worry, babe.”
The door opens, and Lorenzo steps in, followed closely by Alaric. They both stop when they see us, their eyes darkening as they take in the sight of me lying with Rex, with his cock still buried inside me.
“We’re going to get her cleaned up,” Rex tells them.
“Good idea, she needs to relax,” Lorenzo nods, his eyes never leaving my face. “I’ll have the maid prepare a bath. The large tub in the master suite should work.”
He turns and leaves, moving with that fluid grace that makes my heart skip. Alaric remains, his eyes lingering on where Rex and I are joined.
“Let me get this dress off you,” Rex says, his fingers finding the tiny buttons that run down the back. “We’ll burn it for you and get you a new, beautiful dress to marry us in.”
I giggle at that, glad to be rid of the gross dress.
He works the buttons free one by one, his movements careful and precise. The fabric loosens around my chest,then falls away entirely as he pushes it down my arms. Cool air hits my skin, raising goosebumps across my chest and arms.
“Fuck,” Alaric breathes, his voice thick with desire. “Her breasts are beautiful.”
I follow his gaze to my breasts, which have spilled free of the dress’s confines. They’re full and round, my nipples hard and pointed from the cool air and the constant stimulation of Rex’s cock inside me. I’ve always been self-conscious about their size. They’re larger than average, but the way they’re looking at them makes me feel like a queen.
Rex’s hands come up to cup my breasts, his palms weighing their fullness with reverent attention.
“So plump,” he whispers, his thumbs brushing across my nipples. “Like ripe mangoes.”
“They’ll be even more beautiful when they’re full of milk,” Alaric says, his voice low and intent. “When you’re carrying our pups, these will swell even more. We’ll take turns sucking on them.”
His words conjure an image of me after giving birth, with five hungry alphas taking turns drinking from me. My pussy clenches hard around Rex’s cock at the taboo thought. He groans, his hands tightening on my breasts.
