Chapter 30 Lorenzo
Lorenzo
Oliver's heat is in four days. Maybe three.
His scent has been climbing steadily, sweetness thickening in layers I track with the same precision I apply to the club's receipts. Oliver's nesting phase has already started, our Omega pulling fabric from every room in the apartment as he builds his fortress.
The nest sprawls across a third of our bedroom floor now, having tripled from its original corner placement.
Oliver redesigns the structure twice daily, arranging blankets, pillows, and stolen clothing with meticulous care.
My undershirts form the outermost ring because Oliver believes my scent must create the boundary holding everything else together.
The hardest part about all of this is finding coverage for the club, which takes at least three days of preparation. My phone hasn't left my hand as I coordinate with our head bartender and newly promoted floor manager to handle operations.
Nicholas's attorney is keeping the Voss filings in a holding pattern, requiring no physical presence from him.
We secured an emergency restraining order against Sebastian, establishing a five-hundred-foot perimeter around both the club and Wilson personally.
Everything is running smoothly now, allowing me to step away when the time comes.
With the new information, Wilson has even started moving a little differently, more confidently. Maybe it has something to do with Oliver’s growing scent which is lowering all our inhibitions or it might have to do with the fact that when Nicholas told him Sebastian was taken care of.
A small knock on the office drawer steals my attention, Wilson peeking his head in. His cheeks are slightly pink, the Beta slipping inside and perching his ass on the edge of the desk. I raise one of my eyebrows, waiting for him to tell me what’s going on, knowing that that is still new to him.
He doesn’t initiate with Nicholas or myself but he shows up. He slips into our space and then he waits.
It’s actually really fucking adorable.
Giving into the temptation, I tug him into my lap, Wilson melting immediately as I cup the side of his face and pull him into a kiss.
His fingers curl into my shirt as he responds, a small moan falling from his lips.
Unable to help myself, I drop my hand to his stomach and then pants, feeling him hard through his pants.
He’s not the only one. It’s impossible to be anything else with the way Oliver smells and if I didn’t have more self control, I’d drag him into one of his nests or even the stockroom for a quick fuck.
“What’d you come in here for gorgeous?” I breathe against his lips as he starts to rock into my hand. “God, I want to take you apart right here.”
He opens his mouth to say something just as a whine permeates through the door. A sloppy smile slips onto his lips as he nuzzles into my neck, completely opposite of how he usually is. “That. I think. I came to tell you that I think Oliver is…”
His back arches as another whine hits my ears, amusement filtering into my expression. I’ve never been this responsive to Oliver’s heats but fuck, I’m loving that Wilson is. He’s basically falling apart in my lap and I’ve barely touched him.
I gently push Wilson off of my lap, the Beta wobbling to the door before heading toward the apartment.
The staff already seems to know what’s going on, each of them trying to busy themselves as Wilson all but crashes into Oliver at the edge of the stairs.
They’re a mess of kisses and touching, Nicholas two inches away, looking absolutely wrecked.
The patience of that man I will never fucking understand, his gaze slotting over to me for permission even as the obscene bulge in his pants thickens more.
I herd the duo up the stairs, knowing if we wait any longer, there’s going to be a fucking orgy on the main floor.
The patrons wouldn’t mind but I don’t share like that.
Wilson and Oliver stumble toward the room, Oliver scratching as Wilson’s clothes as another whine filters into the air. This is going to be one messy heat and I’m going to love every last second of it.
Just as I’m about to mention that maybe Nicholas should take over, Oliver digs his hand into Wilson’s pants, unearthing the knot ring I told our Beta to keep with him.
I watch in fascination as clothes get shoved off and down, Oliver taking charge.
Nicholas and I stand back, slowly undressing as our mates find their rhythm, Oliver frantic until he slides the ring onto Wilson and then stuffs that cock into his ass.
“They’re so fucking pretty,” I murmur, wrapping a hand around the base of my cock. “We probably still have a few hours before his real heat hits but this is it, Nicholas. You ready?”
He grins at my side. “Never been more ready.”
It’s like an erotic dance, watching those two together, Oliver yelling for more as Wilson gives him everything he has. Unfortunately, with them both so far gone, the hardness that Oliver needs just isn’t there.
Nicholas stalks forward, kneeling down between Wilson’s legs, one of his hands move through the mess of slick pouring from our Omega.
“I have an idea, hmm? Something to give you what you need.” His voice is huskier than I’ve ever heard it, Oliver going pliant against the Alpha.
In the next moment, Nicholas has them in a different position, Wilson now hovering over Oliver as he fucks into him.
It’s still not enough but then I get it.
The Alpha parts Wilson’s ass with slick coated fingers, Wilson letting out a raw sound as his back arches forward.
“I’m going to fuck you, Will. I’m going to fuck you into our Omega.”
Oliver scrabbles at Wilson’s arms, frustrated that they aren’t moving. “Yes! Yes, please. Fuck, yes. Please.”
I just chuckle, enjoying the show as Nicholas roughly opens Wilson up before thrusting inside of him. Wilson’s body jerks forward, Oliver groaning with pleasure. And that’s when I truly see it.
As much as this heat will be about Oliver, it’s also about Wilson, about showing him that he’s ours and that he belongs right here with us.
Nicholas takes it slowly, one of his hands pressing lightly against the Beta’s back, the other gripping his hip, directing him into Oliver.
I step closer until I’m kneeling just over Oliver’s head, my cock inches from Wilson’s lips.
It’s an invitation I’m more than aware might be declined but the hazy look in his eyes gives me a different story.
He tilts his head up just slightly, inches from Oliver’s face, his tongue coming to curl around the head of my cock.
Holy fuck. Oliver reaches up from beneath, desperately trying to drag my balls into his mouth but settles for massaging them, the four of us in this erotic trance, Oliver’s scent pushing us over the edge.
“Zo, this is perfect. Oh my god, deeper, harder. Yes.”
I know from experience that the knot ring must already be fully swollen, reacting to pressure rather than biology, which means Wilson is all but a pawn between us. He moans around my cock and I have to wrap my hand around the base to keep from coming too soon.
Nicholas picks up his pace, the sounds he’s making different from any I’ve heard from the Alpha before. Low, guttural, vibrating through his chest into Wilson’s back. “You want my knot, babe?” He purrs to our Beta. “I’m going to stretch you so fucking good.”
I gently card my fingers through Wilson’s hair and angle his face up to catch his response. He gives me a small nod which I pass onto Nicholas and I know the moment he starts to swell inside our Beta by the filthy groan vibrating around my cock.
His eyes roll into the back of his head, his entire body trembling as Oliver lets out a soft scream, spraying his chest with his own release.
A roar vibrates through the room, ripping through me, my orgasm tearing through as I spill down Wilson’s throat.
I drag him off my cock, the rest of my release coating his chin and Oliver’s face, our Omega happily lapping it up.
I sit back on my ass, not at all surprised when Nicholas gently pulls Wilson with him onto his side, our Beta’s cock slipping free of Oliver.
I drag Oliver into my arms, our Omega immediately curling into me as Wilson just holds onto the arms wrapped around his torso.
He looks beautifully wrecked, his cheeks a deep shade of red, his scent the sweetest I’ve noticed since we met him.
As far as heats go, I think this one is going to be my favorite. Nuzzling against Oliver’s head, I check in on him. “How’s my Omega?”
“Dead,” Oliver slurs. “Deceased. Gone. Funeral on Tuesday.”
“Noted. I’ll send flowers.” My gaze shifts to Wilson. “And you?”
Wilson’s hand tightens over Nicholas’. “Fine.” The word comes out slurred, the Beta positively blissed out.
“You look more than fine, gorgeous.”
A flush creeps up Wilson’s neck to his ears. Behind him, Nicholas’s chest quivers with a suppressed laugh that ripples through all three of us.
It’s just after midnight and I’ve checked the fridge no less than three times, ensuring that we have enough food and fluids to carry us through the next three days. Wilson and Oliver are wrapped around each other again, Oliver unconsciously sucking a hickey into the Beta’s chest.
As adorable as that it is, I just couldn’t sit still.
A sound from behind me pulls my attention, Nicholas moving to grab a bottle of water.
He downs the entire thing before perching his ass against the counter and folding his arms across his chest. He’s a work of art with all of those muscles and tattoos, unfortunately, I’m not a fan of being dominated.
“Oliver’s heat will officially hit some time this morning. I have a feeling it’s going to be… intense.” A first heat with a full pack usually is.
Nicholas just nods. “I’m ready.”
I’m not worried about that. I’m worried how he’s going to take to the dynamic I absolutely need. Maybe it’s selfish not to concede to the Alpha in our pack but I just… can’t. I’ve been the one in charge for so long, I can’t just give up the reins, even if I know he would only do what’s best for us.
“I need to explain how this works with two of us in the room.” I lock eyes with him, mulling over the right words to deliver.
“I lead. Oliver is our mate but I know his body—its limits, its signals. When he needs something specific, I direct. You follow.” That’s not really the entire story but it’s the only way I know how to explain it.
Nicholas nods. “Understood.”
“Your focus is Wilson. When he’s in the room, you attune to him—his boundaries, his breathing, his body language. If Wilson needs to stop, everything stops. If he needs space, you give it. If he needs you to hold him through a flashback, you hold him and don’t let go until he tells you to.”
“That was never going to be a question, Lorenzo.”
“I know. I’m saying it anyway.” My jaw loosens as I exhale. “We’re sharing a heat with two people who carry wounds from Alpha intimacy. Oliver’s biology renders him vulnerable during these times. Wilson still bears scars from someone who exploited that vulnerability. Carelessness isn’t an option.”
“We won’t be,” Nicholas offers.
I know my words are redundant and that they still don’t fully encompass what I need. Nicholas pushes off the counter and steps toward me before folding his arms across his chest. I raise an eyebrow at what feels like a challenge only to be surprised when he opens his mouth.
“Lorenzo, I am not here to run your pack. I’m grateful for a place in it and I love that I get Wilson by my side again.
Oliver is a whole ray of sunshine I never expected to actually be able to want and you are a partner, an equal.
I have no plans in changing that. We may not be mates to each other but when the time comes, I hope you will at least let me bear your mark. ”
My brows furrow at the last statement, confusion muddling my expression. “A Beta can not mark an Alpha, Nicholas.”
“No, but there’s always tattoos. Something to show the world that I am yours.
Would I love to also put a claim to you?
Yes, but only to link us biologically through the mating bond.
I have no doubt Oliver will take my bite at some point as will Wilson, but I understand that in this pack, I am not the lead. ”
My eyes narrow at the Alpha, trying to understand how I got so fucking lucky. Any other Alpha would demand my submission. “And that’s okay with you?”
“I never wanted to lead, Lorenzo. I just want to love. I want a family, a reason to come back up these steps every evening and fall into whatever nest Oliver has constructed. I want to build something. Where I stand in all that doesn’t matter to me.”
I had no idea how much I needed to hear those words but they’re everything I’ve been trying to get across, not cruelly, of course. But I just needed Nicholas to know I wasn’t going to concede. He sticks his hand out and I clasp it, a silent agreement moving between us both.
“Let’s get back to them before they find us gone, yeah?” Nicholas releases my hand and slips back into the room. I follow a few minutes later to find Oliver sprawled over Nicholas, Wilson sitting up and waiting for my return.
He curls into my side as I lay down. “Are you ready, gorgeous? You don’t have to be. This is going to be a lot and I want to protect you if this is too much, too fast.”
“I’m terrified.” Wilson’s voice trembles against my palm as I cup the side of his face.
“I want it so much that it scares me. I want his knot again and I want Oliver’s heat and I want to be in that nest with all three of you and the fact that I want it that badly is the thing that makes me want to run. ”
My thumb traces slow circles against the warm skin of his neck while his pulse thrums beneath my fingertips. “Wanting things isn’t weakness, Wilson. Every instinct you’ve been taught to suppress holds beauty in it. And this time, the people in the room are going to honor every single one of them.”
He nods once, the movement subtle against my hand. My lips press against his forehead, lingering there while his scent envelops me.
“Get some sleep,” I murmur against his skin before standing from the bed. “Oliver is going to need all of us at full capacity.”
Wilson’s mouth curves slightly upward at one corner. “Is that your way of telling me to stop worrying?”
“It’s my way of telling you that worrying is my job.”