Page 36 of The Omega’s Nest

Addie’s under me, neck straining, presenting for me. The image layers with my memory of him doing this on the couch all those years ago. But whereas then he’d been wearing my hoodie and his skin had been dry and it’d been an invitation for me to court him, now he’s naked, covered in sweat, and begging me to bite him.

My hips are pressed tight against his, my cock sliding in and out of him in short thrusts, and my knot swells. Dear God, it feels even better than the last time, because now I can see his mating gland, the sweat running like rivulets around it. Addie’s scent is all heat, desire … he’s out of his mind with need now, but he said I could claim him. He was lucid when he said that.

I lean down, run my nose up his throat, scenting him. He already reeks of me, but soon he’ll smell like my claim.

He keens, arching his neck. My teeth graze the gland and I feel his gasp, his shudder. My knot locks in place, and I continue to thrust into him in the tight space, the beginning of my orgasm tingling at the base of my spine.

“Leo, please,” Addie slurs around punched-out breaths. His scent explodes in my nostrils—vast air carrying the smell of a forest in spring bloom.

I sink my teeth into the gland as I start to come. He clenches around my knot and screams, and if I had the wherewithal to think, I’d worry about someone hearing us. As it is, all I’m focused on is digging my teeth in and sucking hard.

And then I feel it—threading through the pleasure of my orgasm, light bursts between us, inside us. It’s a thread, a weak connection I could feel before but couldn’t see. Now it expands, solidifies, a tunnel that joins me to him.

I feel his orgasm as if it’s my own. I feel his heart, so full of love for me, as if it’s my own love. I’m in him and he’s in me. I groan as I relax the pressure of my bite, holding on now. Addie is in me—he’s like the sky, a warm, bright sky. If the sky was an expanse of love with no end, that’s Addie inside me.

Licking the bite to clean the blood, I pump him full of my come as he trembles beneath me. He’s bliss, sated, his walls rippling around me as his cock kicks and paints our stomachs.

I pull back and meet his eyes.

“Addie,” I say, awed.

He smiles, a laugh bubbling up between his panting breaths.

“Wow,” he says.

I groan, but I can’t feel anything but pleasure. He’s in me now, he knows, in high definition, how much I adore him—always have.

He laughs when I collapse on top of him, holding him close. Our mental link will come with time, but for now, I’m completely inside his feelings and he’s in mine, and we’ll stay like this until we die.

Chapter 13

Adrian

Bonded . I’m fucking bonded. The last wave of my heat is fading, and I’m curled in Leo’s arms, knotted on our sides. I still can’t believe it. Leo’s inside me, an ocean of endless love and warmth, of protection. The fierceness of the latter startles me. He doesn’t just love me, he sees himself as the wall between me and the world—he’ll do anything for me.

It’s thrilling. It’s terrifying.

If Benji finds out, he’ll inform William Whitman. Leo will be arrested. Or beaten. Killed. Leo says he can get us out of here, but how? We stink of a bond. We need to get through the building to the exit with no one seeing us, then drive as fast and far as we can without getting arrested.

What was I thinking, letting him do this?

“Hey, hey,” Leo says, stirring behind me. “Relax, it’s going to be okay.”

He keeps saying that, but I don’t see how.

“I’ve got a plan,” he murmurs. He kisses up my throat, bites the lobe of my ear gently and then whispers, “Do you trust me?”

“Always,” I say without hesitation because that’s always been true. My fear for him is a living thing and it won’t abate until we’re free, but I’ve always trusted him.

“Here,” Leo says and reaches back for the cut-up fruit Cammie dropped outside the door. I could smell it was him. Tristan normally takes care of my needs during heat, but it was Cammie, which was weird. Maybe he wants to get an idea of what’s in store for him. I don’t know how to tell him that this is nothing like what he’s going to experience.

Leo places the slice of watermelon against my lips. I take it in my mouth and lick his fingers. He groans. “Killing me, baby. Fucking killing me.”

I smile slyly. He’s just so easy to mess with now that I know he’s basically a walking hard-on for me. And well, I’m no better, so I feel okay laughing at him.

My heat has broken. I don’t know how long it’s been—three days, four?—but I do know Cammie’s job now is to get Benji. He’ll come and make sure the alpha leaves. Some alphas get attached. They think this was more than it is. A real connection, not an omega they paid.

I almost laugh hysterically at the thought. Leo isn’t thinking this is more than what it was, he knows it’s more. It’s everything.