42. Finn
42
FINN
Nest Wonderland was an overwhelming explosion of all things omega. Large swaths of fabric hung from the walls, stacks of blankets and pillows filled rows and rows of shelves, and in the back was a full sex shop with toys, bondage tools, spanking implements, positioning wedges, and lingerie.
Images of all the things I wanted to do with my omega flooded my mind and hardened my cock. I subtly adjusted myself as I glanced over my shoulder to where Olive and Easton were occupied inspecting pillows. I grabbed a bag and started to fill it. Soft leather handcuffs. A small paddle. A set of butt plugs. A variety of vibrators.
“Find something good?”
I jumped as Lars appeared beside me, and he snorted at my reaction.
“Just getting a variety,” I mumbled. “I don’t know what she likes.”
Lars grabbed another bag and put in a bundle of soft rope and nipple clamps.
“I have a feeling she’ll be just fine with all of this,” he said. “I’ll bring all this to the front.” He grabbed my bag and took it to the check-out.
I headed back to Olive, noticing how empty her cart was. We’d tried to get her to tell us about her dream nest on the hour-and-a-half drive to get here—pumpkin spice lattes and pastries in hand, courtesy of Lars—but she was tight-lipped. I’d gathered that she hadn’t grown up with a lot of money, and certainly hadn’t had much since her parents died. My alpha was agitated that she resisted us spoiling her, but the reasonable side of me understood it would take a while for her to get used to it.
Good thing I was persistent and wouldn’t stop until she had everything she ever wanted.
I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She melted back into me, all softness. Easton gave me a wink before he slipped away, and I was sure he was about to fill a cart for our omega.
“I don’t see you picking out nearly enough things, pretty girl.” I buried my face in the crook of her neck and breathed in deeply.
She shrugged. “I don’t really need more things, Finn.”
I grasped her hips and turned her around to face me. “But I know you want them. Your omega craves being spoiled. Why are you resisting?”
“It’s just a lot. I don’t deserve—” At my furious expression, she cleared her throat and changed course. “My nest is fine. You should spend your money on something else.”
Before she could get herself into even more trouble, I took her by the waist, tipped her over my knee, and smacked her ass several times hard .
She squawked and squirmed and tried to get away, but my arms were iron. She gasped as I flipped her so she was upright again, now plastered to my chest.
“What was that for?” Her eyes blazed with fury and arousal, her tone indignant.
I gripped her jaw tight, preventing her from looking away.
“That was just a taste of the punishment you’re getting later for questioning our buying things for you. We might not be millionaires, but we have money, Olive, and the only words I want to hear when we spoil you is, ‘Thank you, alpha.’ Anything other than that, you’ll be over my knee again, and I don’t fucking care who’s around.” Her eyes were wide and glassy as I ran my lips down the side of her face. “ Believe me, it will be no hardship for me to have you writhing over my lap as I redden that sweet ass until you’re sore for days.”
Her perfume was sweet and heady around us, and the only sound that slipped from her plush pink lips was a whine.
“You want that, sweet girl?”
She nodded. But then she bit her lip, looking unsure.
“What is it, darling?”
She shifted her weight, her eyes fixed on my chin. I tipped her face so I could take in her gorgeous brown eyes.
“Do you think my current nest is bad?” she whispered. “Because I tried to do a good job.”
My chest tightened so much it was hard to breathe. Olive was so often fierce and snarky it could be easy to forget how tender and vulnerable she was underneath it all. Something we both had in common.
I caressed her face, loving how she softened into my touch. “Your nest is wonderful, just as it is. You’ve done such a good job with it. The perfect job. This is about my alpha wanting to provide for you.” I hesitated for a moment before pushing on ahead. “And it’s a symbol of us building something together as a pack.”
Her lips parted and then they were against mine, all desire and passion. I palmed her ass as her arms went around my neck, each of us pulling the other closer until there was no space between us. We were both breathing heavily when we pulled apart.
Olive’s cheeks flushed beautifully pink as she peered around my shoulder. “I guess we shouldn’t do that in the store.”
I chuckled. “I’m sure this store, in particular, has seen it all.” I patted her ass. “Now, we’re buying at least three new blankets and a shit-ton of pillows before we leave, so you better start picking your favorites.”
I could see it warring inside her—the desire to snark, to misbehave, with the desire to obey.
“Thank you, alpha,” she finally responded.
I smiled, pressing a firm kiss to her lips. “Good girl.”
Olive disappeared into her nest with all her new supplies the moment we got home. Apparently, we weren’t allowed in until she felt it was complete, so the three of us were sitting side by side on the sectional, completely at a loss for what to do without our omega.
“We should take her out to a nice dinner,” Easton said, glancing back down the hallway for the millionth time.
Irritation flashed through me. “I still haven’t gotten a solo date with her.”
“Pretty sure that’s your fault,” Easton grumbled.
“Okay, settle down,” Lars said. “Finn can have his date with Olive first, but I agree, we need to take her out together. Make her feel special and show her we’re serious about being a pack. About bonding her.”
He cocked his eyebrow at us as if waiting to see if we would put up some sort of argument, but he got none from us. My heart beat faster at the thought of bonding her. The fear of losing her, of suffering through grief again, was still there, but it wasn’t enough to tamp down my overwhelming desire to make her fully mine. Ours .
“I would have bitten her the first day I saw her,” Easton grumbled.
I nudged him in the ribs. “What’s got you so cranky?”
“I just don’t understand what’s taking her so long.”
I grabbed my packmate’s hand and squeezed it. Easton struggled with separation in general, but I knew his alpha was riding him hard to be with our omega, just like mine was.
The sound of a door opening had the three of us turning around. Olive skipped out to us, looking bright and happy.
“Did you finish, baby?” Easton asked, his shoulders instantly relaxing.
“Almost,” she said. “I need help hanging the canopy, but other than that, it’s all set.”
“Should we go see?” Lars asked, moving to get off the couch.
“Hold on,” I said, cocking an eyebrow. “Our omega is owed a punishment.” I’d filled the guys in on my promise to Olive in the store. They might not be as into impact play as I was, but they had certainly been on board to watch. “I think we should get it taken care of here. We don’t want your first memory of your new nest to be a punishment.”
Olive crossed her arms and huffed. “Yes, very considerate.” She spat out the words, but we all knew it was for show. Olive’s scent was filling the room, thick with arousal, and her cheeks were flushed. If she didn’t want this, she could stop it in an instant, but my little omega liked the idea of punishment.
I leaned back on the couch, spreading my legs wide. “Strip, omega.” I injected my words with the slightest bark, just enough to send that shiver down her spine but not enough to actually force her to act.
Her eyes flicked to Lars and Easton. Easton looked ready to leap out of his seat and tackle Olive, but he was letting me have this moment, and I was grateful.
Slowly, ever so fucking slowly, Olive started peeling off her clothes. First her skirt, leaving her in just those fucking fishnet tights. Then her sweater. The tank top underneath the sweater.
A growl rumbled through my chest. I needed to see all of her now, but she was taking her time, tormenting me. She smirked, not dropping eye contact as she peeled off her panties and bra. My defiant girl.
She didn’t cover herself, just stood before us, fierce and completely unashamed.
My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure she could hear it, but I maintained my stern exterior as I crooked my finger. A tiny huff escaped her, but she walked towards me until she was standing between my spread legs.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmured, running my hands up her sides. Squeezing. Kneading. I traced the blush on her cheeks. “Now, lay down over my lap. If you take your spanking like a good girl, I might even let you come. If not…” I let the threat of leaving her needy and wanting hang in the air. She let out an adorable squeak and quickly lay on my lap.
I ran my hand down her back, stroking her until the tension left her body. “That’s it, darling. What do you say if it’s too much?”
“Red,” she responded .
“Good girl.”
She tensed again when I cupped her butt cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to make her whine. She no longer had the deodorant on, allowing me to monitor her by her scent. There was a hint of anxiety mixed in with her sweetness, but no acidic fear. Good. It was fine for her to be a bit on edge—it could even heighten the sensation—but I never wanted her to be afraid of me.
“Do you need me to restrain your hands, or can you keep them out of the way?”
She took a moment to think and then moved so her hands were at the small of her back. I nodded to Lars, who grabbed the leather cuffs I’d picked up in the store and passed them to me. I wrapped them around her wrists, making sure they were firm but not too tight, and connected them together by the short chain.
A gush of slick rushed out of her, soaking my pants. I wanted her to drench all my clothes so everyone would know who I belonged to.
I ran my fingers through her pussy, gathering her sweet slick on my fingers, and wiping them on her ass cheeks. “What a naughty girl, being aroused by your punishment. This puffy pink pussy is so fucking desperate to be touched.”
She arched against my lap, grinding against my hard-on. And then my hand came down on her ass in a loud smack. A startled gasp slipped through her lips, making me grin. I rubbed the reddened spot and then spanked her again, creating a rapid rhythm as I warmed her skin.
Lars groaned as our omega’s thick, heady scent filled the air, the whole room filling with the most delicious pumpkin spice. His hand grasped her legs, pulling them onto his lap while Easton stroked her hair.
She attempted to buck off my lap as my hand came down with a smack hard enough to draw a cry from her, but the three of us kept her pinned. I followed it with another and another, savoring her whines.
We were all breathing hard when I paused, rubbing in the heat on her bright red ass. “How are you doing, sweet girl?”
She wriggled on top of me and nodded .
“Words,” I commanded.
“I’m good, alpha.”
“Yes, yes, you are. You’re doing so well for me. Taking your punishment like such a fucking good girl.”
I kept rubbing her cheeks, lulling her until she was fully relaxed against me. And then I came down in a hard flurry, giving her a dozen more smacks, harder than any she’d taken. By the end, she broke out in a sob.
I stopped, unchaining the wrist cuffs, and arranged her so I could hold her in my arms. Easton grabbed one of the new blankets and wrapped her in it. All of us pressed tight around her, murmuring praise.
She pressed her face to my neck, breathing in deeply. A sense of calm washed over me as I brushed a tear from her cheek. I loved this part—aftercare—holding her when she was all soft and snuggly.
“You okay, pretty girl?” I asked.
Olive kept her eyes closed and nodded.
Lars ran his fingers through her hair. “Sometimes our omega goes a little nonverbal, doesn’t she? And that’s okay, because we’re here to take care of her.”
Easton reached over to grab a bottle of water and held it up to her lips. She drank a few sips and then pulled back, shaking her head. She leaned into my neck, sucking on a patch of skin, as she whimpered and squirmed.
My chest rumbled with a growl, and I wrapped my hand in her hair, tugging hard. “Does our girl need to come?”
She nodded—at least, she moved her head as much as she could with how I was gripping her.
I grinned. “You’ve earned it. Will you invite us into your nest, omega?”
She nodded, scrambled off my lap, and scampered off to her nest. She didn’t look back to see if we were following her because, of course, we were. My eyes were fixed on her red, plump ass as it jiggled with every step. My mouth watered, and I wanted to bite both cheeks.
She paused in front of her door and took a deep breath, some tension coming back in her shoulders. “It’s not totally done, so don’t judge it too harshly.”
“Hey,” Easton said, wrapping his arms around Olive and placing his chin on the top of her head. “You don’t have to worry about that. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re a little obsessed with you.”
Olive snorted and leaned back into him, but she still seemed tense as she opened the door. I needed to talk to the guys about how to convince her that we were serious about her and weren’t going to leave. She deserved a grand gesture, something that would remove any doubts.
I did a double-take as I stepped into her bedroom, which was completely transformed. The massive mattress we’d purchased took up most of the floor, and it was now covered with plush layers of bedding and a perimeter of pillows. In between the layers of cream blankets, I caught sight of some familiar articles of clothing.
“I was wondering where that sweater went,” Easton said.
Olive crossed her arms, pushing up her soft tits. “You left it behind. It’s not like I stole it.”
The three of us had to hide our smiles because our omega was such a little thief. We’d taken to leaving our sweaters and sweatshirts around the lighthouse while we worked because, inevitably, they wouldn’t be there when we went to retrieve them.
I was down to my last sweatshirt, and I already had plans to buy more because over my dead body would my omega return any of my clothing.
“Kitten,” Lars said, leaning down and cupping her face. “You did such a good job. I can’t believe we’re so lucky to have such a talented, perfect omega.”
Olive preened, a beautiful smile on her face as she melted into his arms. “You really like it?”
Easton and I crowded around, making sure not to step onto the mattress without her explicit invitation.
“We love it,” I reassured her, squeezing her hip. “And if you want anything else, we’ll get it for you.” Her perfume blossomed, growing even thicker around her, and it was hard to keep my train of thought. She melted into my chest and I growled, causing another burst of slick to run down her inner thighs.
“There is something I need.” Her voice was breathy, and her eyes were taking on a glazed quality.
“Mmm, what’s that?” I teased.
Olive pulled away from me, a fierce pout on her lip.
“The answer is orgasms,” Easton said, stripping off his clothes. “And I’ll give you as many as you want because I’m your favorite alpha.”
Now it was mine and Lars’s turn to pout as we stripped off our clothes.
“Fuck that,” he grunted.
We might be good at sharing, but we were all a bit competitive with our omega’s attention.
Olive flopped back on the bed, lying there like a fucking goddess, while the three of us stood along the perimeter of the mattress. My mouth watered as her hands went to her breasts. She squeezed her thick thighs together, hiding her pretty pink pussy, and I wanted to pry them apart.
“Will you let us in your nest, omega?” I asked.
She eyed me skeptically. “Will you give me orgasms?”
A slow grin spread across my face. “Are we in a negotiation? How about this, pretty girl—let me in your nest, and I’ll eat that sweet pussy until you come so many times you forget your own name.”
“Okay, okay, get in here,” she gestured at us and we piled onto the mattress.
I wasted no time pulling her thighs apart so I could bury my face in her black curls.
“Fuck, your scent.” I swore as I took my first lick, her sweetness bursting on my tongue. I got lost in sucking, licking, curling my fingers inside her. A muffled cry from Olive had me looking up to see Lars feeding her his cock while Easton sucked her nipples.
I redoubled my efforts, circling her clit with my tongue as I pressed three thick fingers inside her. My cock was dripping precum on the sheets, and my alpha snarled in satisfaction that my scent would be even more entwined with hers in her nest .
My fingers dug into her lush thigh as I forced her to stay open for me as she came, her pussy fluttering around my fingers. Even Lars’s cock couldn’t completely muffle her moans as she fell apart.
“Oh, god, Finn.” Her shout spurred me on and I returned to her pussy, drinking up her slick.
“Fuck, kitten,” Lars said with a grunt as he came across her chest.
“More,” she cried. “I need more.” Her hand cupped her breasts as she writhed in her nest. “Easton, fuck my tits.”
“What? I—” Easton’s eyes were wide as he fumbled to sit up. I kept my fingers inside her as he moved to straddle her stomach.
Olive pressed her tits together, big and round and soft and everything. Easton shifted forward, his cock brushing against her skin.
And then he came all over her chest.
All of us froze, staring at a horrified Easton.
“Huh,” Olive said, running her finger through the cum. “Not quite what I was expecting.”
“That doesn’t count,” he blurted out as Lars and I fell back on the mattress, laughing loudly. “You took me off guard! You can’t just say something like fuck my tits and think I can hold myself back!”
Olive’s bright giggle filled the nest as she pushed herself up to a seated position. She moved onto Easton’s lap, straddling him, and kissed her way up his jaw.
“I take it as a compliment,” she murmured.
“Good thing you have two alphas who aren’t as quick on the draw,” Lars snorted.
Easton flipped him off as Olive just laughed.