Chapter 46 – JORDAN
46
JORDAN
I run my fingers over the soft velvet of a new throw pillow, admiring how the deep purple catches the light. The nesting room is a mess of boxes and bags, but I can already see how everything will fit together. My heat simmers under my skin, temporarily sated by Asher but far from finished.
"What do you think?" Asher asks, holding up two blankets. "The gray one first, or the purple?"
I consider the options carefully. My omega instincts, which I spent so many years suppressing, now guide me with surprising clarity. "Gray," I decide. "It'll make a good foundation layer. Then we can add pops of color on top."
He beams at me, clearly pleased that I'm taking charge of the nest building. "Perfect choice."
We work together seamlessly, arranging blankets and pillows with practiced efficiency. Even though this is our first time building a proper nest together, it feels natural. Like we've been doing this forever.
"A little to the left," I suggest as Asher adjusts one of the new body pillows. He shifts it immediately, trusting my judgment without question.
It still amazes me sometimes, how easily he defers to me in moments like this. How he makes me feel safe and valued even though he's in heat too. His honeyed scent fills the air, mingling with my roses and rain like they're two halves of the same whole.
"These are perfect for the corners," he says, passing me the firm support pillows in our pack's colors. The simple gesture, including everyone's preferences in our nest, is the perfect finishing touch.
"Thank you," I murmur, running my fingers over the soft covers.
"For what?" he asks, pausing in his arrangement of throw pillows.
"For this. For always making me feel... included. Safe." The words come easier now, even if vulnerability still feels strange sometimes.
Asher's expression softens as he crosses the space between us. His arms slip around my waist, pulling me close as he nuzzles into my neck. "You're pack," he says simply. "And you're my omega. You're what I always wanted, and spent years searching for, but it was always you. This is your nest too. Your home."
I melt into his embrace, letting his familiar scent wash over me. My heat starts to build again at his proximity, making me arch against him instinctively.
"Easy," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to our pack's marks on my throat. "Let's finish the nest first. Then we can break it in properly."
I nod stiffly, forcing myself to focus on the task at hand. We still have several boxes to unpack, and I want everything to be perfect before we invite the others in.
The fairy lights Asher picked out cast a soft glow over everything as we work, making the space feel magical and intimate. When we hang the macrame piece I picked out over the head of the bed, the beads catch the light beautifully.
"It's perfect," Asher declares, stepping back to admire our work. "You have amazing instincts for this."
I flush at his praise but can't deny the satisfaction I feel looking at our creation. The nest is a perfect blend of both our styles, my more practical comfort mixed with his flair for aesthetics.
"Do you think they'll like it?" I ask, suddenly uncertain.
Asher laughs, pulling me close again. "Are you kidding? They're going to love it. Especially since we made it together." His hands slide down my sides, making me shiver. "It's perfect, isn't it?"
I bite my lip, considering. The nest is soft and inviting and arranged exactly how we want it. But something's missing.
"Almost," I say. "It just needs one more thing."
"What's that?"
"Their scents," I admit, feeling heat creep up my cheeks. "It needs to smell like pack."
Asher's eyes darken with understanding. "Well," he purrs, "I guess we should invite them up, then."
I nod eagerly, already feeling slick at the thought. So much for that shower I just took. My heat flares hot beneath my skin again, making me press closer to him desperately.
He reaches for his phone without letting me go, sending a quick text that I know will bring our alphas running. Sure enough, I hear footsteps on the stairs moments later.
They pause in the doorway, taking in our handiwork with obvious appreciation. Their combined scents fill the air, making my omega instincts purr happily.
"Beautiful," Silas breathes, his green eyes dark with hunger as they rake over us. "Just like our omegas."
"Come see what we made," Asher says proudly, pulling me toward the nest. "Jordan has amazing instincts for this."
Knox approaches first, running his hand over one of the soft throws. "It's perfect," he rumbles approvingly. "You two did an incredible job."
The praise makes my scent bloom as the others move closer, exploring the nest we created. They touch everything reverently, clearly understanding how important this is to us.
"The only thing missing," I say, taking a deep breath, "is all of you."
Their scents intensify in response to my words. Dante growls low in his throat, already reaching for me. "That can definitely be arranged."
I let him pull me into a heated kiss as the others surround us, their hands gentle but possessive as they help strip away our comfortable nesting clothes. Asher presses against my back, his skin burning hot against mine as our heats feed off each other.
"Such good omegas," Damon purrs, his huge hands spanning my waist. "Building us such a perfect nest. Now, let us take care of you both."
I whimper as they guide us onto the soft blankets, surrounded by the nest we created together. Their scents wrap around us protectively as they join us, marking every inch of our new space with pack bonds and love.
I gasp as Damon and Knox take charge of me, their strong hands gentle but insistent. Knox's hair is still damp from his recent shower, and I can't resist running my fingers through it as he settles behind me. The clean scent of his body wash mingles with his natural woodsmoke in a way that has me salivating. I run my tongue up his throat in response, tasting him.
He gives a low, throaty grown that sparks a purr in my chest. "Fuck…"
Across the nest, Silas and Dante are already working Asher over, their hands moving in perfect sync as they touch every inch of his tanned skin. The sight of them together makes my body throb with need, especially when Silas moves lower, taking Asher's pierced length into his mouth. My mouth waters at the thought of how cool the metal must be against his tongue. Especially when Asher arches with a cry that goes straight to my core.
"I think she likes watching," Knox murmurs in my ear as he pulls me back against his chest, his large hands cupping my breasts. "You like watching our other omega get pleasured, beautiful? That makes your pussy even wetter?"
I nod helplessly, unable to look away as Dante captures Asher's lips in a heated kiss, swallowing his desperate sounds. My own need builds higher as Damon moves between my thighs and presses open-mouthed kisses down my stomach on his way even lower.
"Please," I whimper as Knox rolls my nipples between his fingers, the dual enjoyment of his touch and watching Asher fall apart making me dizzy with need.
"Patience," Damon rumbles against my heated skin, his breath ghosting over where I need him most. "We're nowhere near done with you, baby girl."
The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out, my hips bucking instinctively. Knox holds me steady, one arm wrapped around my waist while his other hand continues tormenting my breasts with gentle caresses. I can already feel his hardness pressing against my back, but he seems content to focus on my pleasure for now.
Across the nest, Asher reaches for me with trembling fingers as Silas swallowers him even deeper. I grasp his hand tightly, our fingers interlocking as our alphas worship us.
"Look how wet you are for us," Damon purrs before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm. His tongue finds all the spots that make me see stars, while Knox's hands never stop their torment of my sensitive nipples.
I'm already close to the edge when Asher turns his head toward me, his violet eyes dark. Dante releases his lips long enough for him to kiss me, and I swallow his moans as Silas does something particularly clever with his tongue.
The sight of Asher coming apart combined with Damon's relentless assault on my senses pushes me over the edge. I come with a cry that Asher drinks down eagerly, my body shaking between Knox and Damon as wave after wave crashes through me.
But they don't stop. If anything, they grow more intense. Damon replaces his tongue with his thick length, sliding home in one smooth thrust that has me gasping.
Knox's hand slides down my stomach to circle my oversensitive clit as Damon starts to move, finding a steady rhythm that matches my pounding heart.
"That's it," Knox encourages as I start to tremble again. "Let go for us, beautiful. Show Asher how good we're making you feel."
I can barely focus on anything beyond the ecstasy building inside me, but I force my eyes open to watch Asher. He's close too, his face flushed and beautiful as Silas and Dante work him higher. Our hands are still clasped tightly together, anchoring us both as our alphas take us apart piece by piece.
"Perfect," Damon growls as he drives into me harder. "Both of you are so perfect for us."
His words combined with Knox's fingers send me tumbling over the edge again. This time, Asher follows right after, his cry mingling with mine as we crash down over the peak together.
But our heat is far from over, and our alphas are just getting started.
I let out a soft whimper as Damon's knot finally subsides enough to slip free, leaving me empty and aching. My heat is still burning under my skin, making me desperate for more despite how thoroughly he just claimed me.
Knox's scent becomes dominant in my nostrils as he gently turns me in his arms, positioning me on his lap over his thick length.
"Like this," he murmurs, guiding me to straddle him facing away. "I want you to watch Asher while I take you."
I gasp as he starts to press inside, stretching me deliciously. Across from us, Dante is arranging Asher in a similar position, and the sight of the male omega sinking down onto his cock makes my own body throb with need.
"Fuck," Asher breathes as Dante fills him completely. His cock is at full mast again, those metal piercings glinting enticingly in the fairy lights.
Knox's hands grip my hips, helping guide my movements as I start to ride him. The angle is incredible, hitting spots inside me that make my vision blur.
But what really drives me wild is watching Asher move on Dante's cock, his face flushed with lust and his eyes locked on mine.
"Kiss him," Knox growls in my ear, his thrusts growing deeper. "Show us how beautiful our omegas look together."
I lean forward eagerly, capturing Asher's lips in a heated kiss. He tastes like honey and sex and mine , and I can't get enough.
His hands find my breasts, pinching and rolling my sensitive nipples in a way that has me crying out against his mouth. Mine find his, teasing the sensitive bar piercings until he moans and whimpers into my mouth.
"That's it," Dante purrs, his earth and stone scent growing heavier with arousal. "Touch each other while we fuck you."
Asher's fingers slide lower, circling my clit as Knox drives into me harder. It's almost too good to process.
I mirror his movements, reaching between us to wrap my hand around his pierced cock. The metal is warm now against my palm from so much earlier stimulation as I stroke him in time with Dante's thrusts. His moans vibrate against my lips as we kiss desperately, both chasing our next peaks.
"Such a good girl," Knox growls as his knot starts to bump against rim. “Your pussy’s begging for my knot."
His words make me clench around him again, drawing a groan from his throat. I grind down hard with his next thrust, desperate to take his knot, and I'm rewarded with the dizzying ache of it sealing inside me. With each subsequent thrust and buck of my hips in response, it swells even bigger until I'm so impossibly filled, first with his knot and then with his come.
I can tell the moment Dante's knot breeches Asher's tightness, because of the way the other omega's moans change.
"Come for us," Dante commands, his voice rough with alpha hunger. "Both of you."
The order combined with Knox's relentless thrusts and Asher's fingers sends me over the edge. I come with a cry that Asher swallows eagerly, my body milking Knox's knot as it locks inside me. Asher follows right after, spilling over my fingers as Dante pumps his release into him.
We collapse against each other, our tongues still tangled, saliva dripping down our chins. I'm so wet, so hot, so full, and yet still so desperate for more. We're both trembling and oversensitive as our alphas hold us steady.
"Beautiful," Silas murmurs from somewhere nearby, his voice like broken glass. "But don't think we're done with you yet."
I shiver at his words, already feeling my heat building again despite how thoroughly I've been claimed. Asher presses closer, nuzzling into my neck as we wait for our alphas' knots to go down.
"Never want to be done with you," I whisper against his lips, and Silas’s answering smile lights up his whole face.
The next ten or fifteen minutes are a blur of lazy, satisfied kisses and aftershocks of pure ecstasy. Knox's knot finally subsides enough to slip free, leaving me empty and aching. Asher presses against me as Dante's knot releases him, still panting.
"Need you," I breathe against his lips, pulling him closer. "Want to feel you inside me again."
His eyes darken with hunger as he kisses me deeply. I feel his cock twitch as it presses against my stomach, already ready for action again. Male omegas are definitely underrated. "How do you want me?" he asks, his hands sliding down my sides.
"Like this," I say, reaching for him as I guide his swollen crown to my pussy, swiping it up my slit to collect the slick gathered there until it mingles with his. He shudders hard at the contact and his hips buck forward. "But I want them too." I glance at Silas and Damon, who're already watching us with interest while the others recover. "All of you."
Asher's breath catches as he understands what I'm asking for. "Fuck, yes."
I sidle closer, lifting myself up enough that I can press his cock between my thighs and buck into him for encouragement. Not that he seems to need any.
Silas moves closer, digging his hand into my hair and pulling back gently to expose my throat. When he runs his tongue along his mark, a full-body shiver courses through me. "Your wish is our command, beautiful."
"Whatever you need," Asher murmurs against my shoulder, pressing soft kisses along my spine.
They help arrange me exactly how I want, Silas settling back against the pillows while Asher positions himself behind me. Damon kneels beside us, his huge length already hard and leaking precome.
I sink down onto Silas's cock with a gasp, taking him deep in one smooth motion. His hands grip my hips as I adjust to his size, and he gives a hungry growl as I grind experimentally.
"That's it," he encourages as I start to ride him slowly. "Take what you need from us."
I feel Asher's fingers probing gently at my other entrance, already slick from earlier activities. He works me open carefully, making sure I'm ready for him.
"Please," I whimper as he adds a third finger. "I'm ready. Need you inside me."
He kisses the back of my neck as he positions himself, pressing forward slowly. The stretch is intense but not painful as he enters me, filling me completely alongside Silas.
"Fuck," Asher gasps as he bottoms out. "So tight for us."
I can barely breathe with both of them inside me. Every tiny movement sends sparks of electricity through my entire body. When Damon's hand tangles in my hair, guiding me toward his cock, I open eagerly for him.
The taste of him explodes across my tongue as I take him deep, moaning around his length.
"Perfect," Damon growls, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Such a good girl."
They start moving together, finding a rhythm that hits just right. Silas thrusts up as Asher pulls back, and the give and take leaves me moaning for more. Damon guides my movements on his cock, setting a steady pace that matches the others perfectly.
I lose myself in the sensations, the stretch of the cocks in my mouth, my pussy, my ass. Their taste and scent blurs into one delicious, singular point of bliss. My heat burns hotter with each passing moment, and I've never been so satisfied and desperate at the same fucking time.
"Look at her," Silas purrs, his hands tightening on my hips. "Look at her writhing and shaking. She wants to be full of her alphas so badly, don't you, beautiful?"
All I can do is moan against Damon in response, and his grip tightens in my hair.
Silas's words make me clench around him and Asher, drawing groans from their throats. I redouble my efforts on Damon's cock, wanting to please all of them as they claim me.
Asher's hands slide around to cup my breasts, pinching and rolling my my nipples again as he moves inside me, relentless. The added stimulation combined with being so thoroughly filled pushes me closer to the edge.
"That's it," Damon encourages as I hollow my cheeks around him. "Show us how much you love this. How much you need your pack, baby girl."
I whimper around his length as they pick up the pace, driving into me harder. Every thrust hits perfectly, making my vision blur. I can only breathe them, feel them, hear them.
"Close," Asher pants against my shoulder, his movements growing erratic. "Fuck, Si, she's so tight. I can feel you inside her."
"Mmh," Silas groans in agreement, his hips driving harder into me. "Me, too."
His words push me over the edge, and I come with a muffled cry around Damon's cock. My body clenches rhythmically around both lengths inside me as I ride out the waves of my orgasm. The most intense yet.
" Fuck ," Silas growls as his knot slips in and my inner walls milk him dry. My pussy clenches rhythmically around his knot and I press back against where Asher is inside me. "That's it, beautiful. Take everything we give you."
They both follow right after, filling me completely as Damon spills down my throat with a groan. I swallow everything he gives me eagerly, trying to catch my breath as they all slowly still.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick skin pressed against skin. My heat still simmers under the surface, but for now I'm content to bask in the afterglow surrounded by my pack. I'm satisfied enough I might actually be able to get a few hours of sleep before I'm ready and desperate for another knot. But when I am, I know they'll be right there to take care of me.
"I love you," I whisper, not sure who I'm even talking to anymore. "All of you."
Their answering purrs of satisfaction vibrate through me as they hold me close, pressing gentle kisses wherever they can reach.
This is where I belong, surrounded by my pack, claimed and loved and completely safe.
And I've never felt more complete.
The End.