Chapter 49
Zeke
Winnie’s nest is as fucking lovely as her soul. It’s filled to the brim with love, kindness, and care. Nick’s mural is so special, the embodiment of how our omega takes care of us. And now it’s time for us to take care of her, and I couldn’t be more honored.
When the heat cramps start, I feel them ripple along our bond.
It’s a mix of pain, which I hate, and bone-deep need, which makes it damn near impossible not to rush over and bury my cock in her immediately.
Some of that must carry across the bond, because her eyes search the room and land on mine.
Her pupils are blown wide. Her omega has taken over, and it’s unlikely she even knows her own name, but she still finds me. I know she’s mine.
I close the distance between us in seconds. “Do you need me, omega?” I ask.
She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t even whine.
Instead, she shrugs out of Corbin’s coat, lets it fall to the floor, and drops to her knees naked.
She turns and presents herself. Perfect ass lifted, face pressed into the plush pillows of the nest. She spreads her knees without being asked.
Open, offering and trusting. I hear a low groan from somewhere behind me.
Fuck me if I could ever resist that.
My knees hit the floor as my hands spread over her hips and up to her ass. My fingers slide through her pussy and then inside her. She’s already soaked, clenching around me like she knows exactly what’s coming and can’t wait another second.
“Goddamn, Blossom, you’re so tight. So perfect,” I add softly. “So good for us.”
Her breathy keen fills the nest as her perfume thickens in the air. I undo my pants and free my cock, stroking once before lining myself up. I pause just long enough to let her feel the stretch of the moment, to let the others see how badly she’s shaking, how desperate she is to be filled.
Pushing in feels like finding bliss. She takes me inch by inch, her body opening like it was made for this, made for me, made for all of us watching her unravel.
Her reactions surge through the bond like hurricane winds, strong and overwhelming.
I work her from different angles, reaching between her legs to rub her clit in steady circles. It’s easy to know exactly what she needs through the bond. Her moans turn broken, needy, and I don’t hold back.
“That’s it, Blossom,” I murmur. “You’re doing so good.”
As the bond tightens between us, there are moments where it feels like I almost hear a voice. It’s faint, made of emotion instead of sound. It all tangles together until there’s no separating it.
Everything coils tighter and tighter until the drop is inevitable.
“That’s it, Blossom. Fall,” I say as I push my knot forward, feeling it slip into place. She cries out, body locking around me, and I swear the room holds its breath as I claim her fully.
She falls, and fuck if I don’t fall with her, our orgasms crashing together. I come deep inside her, holding her hips steady while she shakes, praising her through every wave. “That’s my omega. Our omega. You did so good. We’ve got you.”
The bond turns into a live wire, tangling our shared ecstasy until there’s nothing left but each other.