Chapter 31
thirty-one
“There.”
Dair nods, his black hair flopping over his forehead as he shoves a pair of boxers into the crack between two pillows.
Bast hums into my nape, his teeth nipping me gently while brawny hands skim up my sides. My thoughts scatter, leaving room for my instincts to rise higher. “I need… a blanket?”
The strong fingers kneading my hips yank me backward. An approving purr hits my ears the same second Bast’s hard cock presses into the small of my back. My body reacts before I can, grinding into him.
Dair holds out two blankets—a silky silver one and a velvet blue piece. I freeze, until Asher approaches. On his knees like the rest of us, the prince promptly settles his own hard heat against my belly, bending to take my lips in another lush kiss.
Of course he’s the one who figured out how to fix this for me. I’m sure my prince read about every omega-taming technique under the sun. When he saw me start to melt down over how to make this nest, he stepped in with a less-than-subtle solution:
Turn me on so much that I can’t think.
I can only feel .
As his tongue teases mine and his palms cup my breasts, a whine scales my throat. Bast rubs his erection against my back, and Asher presses into my front. Feeling two throbbing shafts through the thin fabric of my sundress sends me into a dizzy spin.
I fumble to reach Asher’s cock, the compulsion to touch too strong to ignore. With a low growl, he guides my hands to his thick length, showing me how to stroke with both.
I love the way he feels, the solid, springy texture of his swollen knot. Questing my fingers lower, I find his balls full and tight. Asher hisses, his scent brightening until I can barely gasp for breath.
“Mm,” he groans quietly, gently taking one of my wrists and drawing it to the side, guiding my touch to the two blankets. “Which one?”
My fingers curl in the silk instantly. Dair chucks the velvet away, handing my selection to his packmate. Bast wraps it at my waist and holds it there for a moment, making sure it will have both their scents all over it.
Part of me is grateful for the way the thick duvet muffles the perfume pouring from my pussy when Asher’s cock ticks higher, visibly straining in my hand.
I’m surprised my clothes aren’t bothering me. That day in Asher’s bedroom, a simple pair of sweats felt like wearing a sack of needles—but now, my dress’s thin cotton material is soothing, somehow.
Probably because I know if I took it off, we’d end up in a tangle. And my Omega needs this nest to be finished.
I’m not sure if Dair can tell or if he’s just sticking to his promise not to touch me until I can trust him. Either way, his dark eyes are focused—if a tiny bit tight—when he takes the blanket back. “Where do you want it, little dove?”
Bast bites down on my shoulder the same second my brain trips over the question. I moan as an image of a blanket wall slides into my thoughts.
I can see how being bonded would make this whole process much easier. Since Dair can’t read my mind, I point to the far portion of the round mattress and peep, “Can we make it… like a wall?”
His expression softens and he drops a kiss to my forehead. “Of course we can, baby.”
As soon as he gets the duvet rolled and curved into a soft barrier, the rest of the space falls into place. I fluff pillows and stack them in the strangest ways, but the guys never offer anything apart from the most sincere encouragement. And the occasional love bite.
Finally, I collapse into the central mountain of cushions, exhaustion buzzing in my brain. Bast grins and crawls over, nodding at the spot to my left. When I reach for him, his heart-stopping happiness lights the whole room.
With the baron nestled into one side, Asher carefully lowers himself to the other. My eyes lock on Dair’s, and I beckon him closer, but he grimaces.
“Don’t trust myself,” he mutters, sitting near my feet instead. “Your scent is driving me insane.”
“Me too,” Bast groans into my shoulder. “It’s perfection, angel. And it’s soaking into everything .”
His cock stiffens at the thought, the hard ridge brushing the outside of my thigh where my skirt has ridden up. My Omega whines, wishing we could—could?—
Oh. My. God.
No! I tell her, mortification swamping me in response to the image she conjures. Absolutely not!
But—damn it all—Dair sees her. He always sees her.
“What is it?” he rumbles, dark eyes glinting. The barest edge of a bark puts panty-melting roughness into his command. “ Tell your alphas, baby .”
My mouth gapes as I grope for an excuse. Asher props himself on his elbow, watching embarrassment stain my cheeks before bending to rub a slow scent-mark along my blush. I perfume, my spine tingling as wetness soaks my underwear.
A familiar haze begins to fog my awareness. I try to push it back, but Dair takes my feet in his big, inked hands and begins kneading the soles just as Bast starts to caress his brawny hand over my belly.
More slick melts from my core as my Omega takes the reins, forcing the words I would sooner die than admit to.
“I want you to… cover the nest. With your… scents.”
Without Asher’s glasses on, I see the confused line between his brows all too clearly. “Haven’t our clothes done that, darling? Do you need us to get you more?”
I can tell Bast is closer to my true meaning. His body has locked into stillness, each breath scraping somewhere between a growl and a purr as he blinks his deep blue eyes at me.
But, of course, Dair catches on first. The cocky, crooked grin he tries to hide is enough to make my nipples bead tighter.
“Such a dirty princess,” he murmurs, eyes bright. “You want our cum in your nest?”
My mouth blubs like a fish’s, but nothing comes out. Because I can’t deny it… but I also can’t admit to any more than I already have.
I mean, seriously ?! Where did this depraved idea even come from? And what kind of princess would ask her alphas to—to?—
“ Mine .”
Asher snarls, lunging to lock our lips together. For a second, my blurry brain wonders if he’s heard me somehow, but then I realize: this is just his reaction. His true feelings about my insane request.
Relief and shock drag a whimper out of me. Their scents swell and deepen, until every breath is a symphony of citrusy warmth and sugared tartness. I quiver, more perfume and slick pouring into the nest.
Asher kisses me harder, his hand flipping my skirt up, baring my thighs for his hungry hazel eyes before gripping his cock. A spike of outrage pierces my lungs. With a sound I’ve never made before, I find myself knocking his hand out of my way so I can fist his length.
“Fuck.” Bast nuzzles the side of my neck, watching me grasp the prince’s hot, hard shaft with wild eyes. “This might be the best day of my life.”
He always knows how to make me smile, even when I’m half out of my head. Squirming, I reposition so the baron is stretched along my back, letting my skirt bunch around my waist and presenting the baron with my much-abused pink panties.
I slant a pleading look at him. “Please, my lord. Can I—can I have you again?”
Bast groans, his face dropping into my hair. “You want me to fuck you, angel? Pull out and come all over your pretty pussy and this beautiful nest you made for us?”
My chest stutters as my core throbs and my heart melts. Pride and desire mingle with my apprehension, swirling into pieces of me that haven’t been allowed to want anything for years. Filling in some of the cracks.
I nod desperately, whining. Bast scrambles to peel my underwear off as my eyes fly to Dair. He’s waiting for me, staring with a sort of steadiness I never would have pictured on him.
“I’m going to watch, little dove,” he rasps, kneeling to put the way he’s stroking his cock on full display. “Make a pretty picture for me.”
I’m not sure how he manages to speak directly to my Omega. Like he has some sort of tether to her most basic desires.
She wants to be on display for these alphas.
When Asher’s fingers find my throat, wrapping securely to hold me in place, Dair’s answering growl blots out the last of my logic, leaving me awash in sensation.
The smooth hardness pulsing against my palm, a thin layer of pre-cum wetting our skin. Firm lips on mine. Strong hands tugging at my hips—the warm ridges of tight abdominals, brushing my bare behind before solid girth kisses my clutching pussy. Goosebumps raising over my arms as a pair of dark eyes slowly drink in every piece of me.
I feel them like a caress, tracing along the insides of my thighs as Bast grasps one knee and lifts my bent leg, slinging it over his chiseled hip.
This alpha is a true athlete. His muscles work in fluid rolls that feel effortless, pulsing his cock deeper with every pump. He holds his position and keeps his tight pace, groaning praise into my nape. “Goddamn it, you’re so perfect. Missed this sweet pussy so much, angel.”
Asher speaks between kisses, adding his own temptation in a velvet murmur, “You’re going to make us come all over your nest, aren’t you?”
He matches Bast’s rhythm, bucking into my fist and taking my mouth for rough kisses, so completely at odds with the gentle way his thumb skims the pulse beneath my ear.
Bast leaves my knee hooked over his thigh, reaching between my body and Asher’s to roll my slippery clit between his fingers. I keen, the sound earning a low snarl from the dark-eyed duke watching his packmate thrust into my pussy.
That midnight gaze… how can it tether me to reality and steal my sanity at the same time?
What will I do if he keeps staring at me like this?
How will I live if he stops?
I have a feeling I may never find out. Because as everything inside me squeezes and bursts… and they each go off, filling the nest with their mind-melting scents…
Dair never looks away.