Chapter 30
R olling around naked in my new nest like a contented rotisserie chicken wasn’t how I thought I would end my day. But it felt so good I couldn’t stop. Everything was impossibly soft against my skin and I never wanted to stop touching it. I burrowed to the bottom of the pile, wiggling this way and that to find the most comfortable position. My purr hadn’t stopped since my first descent, instinct controlling every movement.
My old nest was only a vague memory. Andrew had dismantled it bit by bit after we’d moved in together, but only after we were married and trying for babies. This nest was brand-new, every dollar spent on it exclusively for my comfort.
Beau cleared his throat and I peeked through the gaps in the pillows to see him standing in the doorway. “Should I sleep on the couch tonight?”
“Absolutely not. You bought me the best present I’ve gotten in decades. There’s no way you’re sleeping on the couch.”
I popped out the top of the pillow mountain, relieved when there was no annoyance in his expression, only quiet amusement.
“I’m glad you like it so much.”
“Get naked,” I chirped, descending back inside, purr roaring like a buzz saw.
Beau closed the door behind him and stripped down, standing silently next to the nest until I rearranged the pile enough to make space for him.
“Jesus,” he murmured as he sank down. “It’s like a cloud.”
“I know!” I trilled as pure omega joy surged through me. “It’s amazing!”
I snuggled down next to him, pressing my back against him and dragging his arm over top of me so he turned to cocoon around me. All my instincts singing was making me a bit feral, my teeth aching to bite the alpha who had given me this gift. Maybe those instincts were stronger because I had spent so long suppressing them. Whatever the reason, I was struggling not to listen. I wedged his hand up by my face and locked my teeth around the fleshy part beneath his thumb. Not hard enough to break skin, just to soothe the desire.
“What’s happening right now?” Laughter teased in his words.
I was purring too hard to answer.
Instead of admonishing me, Beau simply sighed with a soft smile and moved closer, curling his legs up so the back of my thighs were cradled like the rest of me, his own purr rumbling to life in my ear. The only thing that would make this better was a nest big enough to fit all of my alphas and all four of them wrapped around me right now.
I wasn’t used to purring this much, the vibration making me itchy and squirmy. I wiggled in his embrace until his cock stirred to life. My whine was muffled with my teeth still fastened against him, but hopefully the deliberate rocking of my hips against him would be invitation enough.
Beau nuzzled my hair. “You want me to fuck you in your new nest, omega?”
I whined in response, only nodding a little, afraid to hurt him when my teeth refused to let go. It took only a few shifts before the tip of his cock notched my entrance.
“Look at you, already wet for me.” He purred, stroking my cheek with his. “Such a good omega.”
His words brushed over me like a tangible caress. Being called omega had been such a rarity for me, and it tickled some primal part of my brain. I squeezed my eyes shut, panting and brushing the edge of feral as he began to slide in. I had already been intending to ask him to help me christen the nest, but that was before instinct took over and rendered me barely capable of speaking.
His first thrust forced out a muffled moan. “I can’t get the best leverage in this position so it’ll be a little slower than last time.”
I didn’t want slow. I wanted to be railed, but I could try to be patient. The glide of him in and out had me shaking, too many hormones flooding my system. Was this how proper omegas felt with their alphas? Had I been suppressed and controlled for so long I didn’t even recognize it? The nest had unlocked parts of me I’d thought were long buried and I struggled to cope with so many new sensations.
Beau fucked me slowly until I was ready to crawl out of my own skin from the need to be taken hard and fast. After I had silenced all the omega screaming in my head, he could take me as slow as he wanted, but for now, I needed more.
I pushed him away with my feet and adjusted myself so I was flat on my back, my teeth still snared on his hand. Spreading my thighs to him, Beau changed positions so the weight of him pressed me into the nest.
Yes.
Perfect.
As I urged him along with my heels on his ass cheeks, Beau quickly picked up his pace, driving into me so hard I saw stars with every thrust. I needed him, needed all of them like a craving that sank into my bones. Heat rolled through my body and I bit down harder until copper bathed my tongue and Beau cursed above me. My orgasm tore through me, sent on a fresh spiral before it even finished as his knot filled me up. His weight dropped down against me, almost cutting off my ability to breathe, pleasure making me dizzy as his teeth snared into my skin. Beau’s bite melted my brain, instincts soaring as he claimed me.
Everything I was shattered, sinking into a sea of storms, hormones and sensations drowning me. A tsunami of desire and anxiety crashed over me, but it didn’t feel like mine. I clung tightly to Beau with every limb, my only anchor. My teeth still refused to let go of him and the heat in my body grew until I was certain I was going to melt beneath him.
Even pressed against me as he was, he still wasn’t close enough. If I could have, I’d have climbed right inside his skin. His knot limited movement, but he kept bucking against me, driving forward like he wanted to do the same to me. Each time he shifted, pleasure seared through me. His teeth lodged in my skin like he couldn’t let go, and I loved every second of it. I couldn’t quite draw a full breath, but being so possessively cocooned was setting off fireworks in my core.
I gave in to the delirium, letting myself sink into the abyss.
“ Charlotte ,” Beau hissed.
A jolt of panic struck me like lightning and I burst awake, cozy and aching despite my disorientation. Sweat coated my skin and my pussy throbbed, begging me to get Beau back inside. “What?”
Panic hit me again, rising sharply and swiftly, but it didn’t feel the same as it usually did. I blinked a few times, getting my eyes to refocus before turning to him.
“I can feel you.”
I was not nearly coherent enough to make sense of that. “What? I’m right here. Of course you can feel me.”
“ No .” He patted his chest. “I can feel you.”
I stared at his fingers, willing my sluggish brain to catch up.
Foreign frustration bubbled up.
“I don’t understand.”
“We’re bonded.” He showed me the bite mark on his hand, and as if my body required knowledge of it for me to feel it, a blissful ache pounded at the curve of my throat. I brushed my fingers along it, and they came away with the slightest hint of red.
Why was it so hard to think? Every thought was wading through molasses. I didn’t want to think right now. Instead, I crawled onto his lap. He was entirely too tense. “Worry later. I need you.”
Affection tripped over his panic, but when I nuzzled under his chin, the desire won out.
“Morning for problems,” I insisted.
“I have to start work in two hours.”
“No.” I shook my head, settling in to straddle his waist and press our chests together. His desire erupted like a bonfire.
“You make it very difficult to be responsible.”
“I did that my whole life. Let me have a few hours break.”
I drew him into a kiss, and that seemed to break whatever hesitation was holding him back. Beau’s mouth was ravenous against mine and his cock came right back to life, letting me slide onto it once more and satiate the ache demanding we be together.
My needs right now were very singular. Just him. In this moment he was all I craved, and the only one who could douse the burn that threatened to incinerate me from the inside out.
“Beau,” I whispered his name reverently between drugging kisses. His fingers slid into my hair, craning my head to the side so he could get his mouth on my throat. The bite he had left there was so fucking sensitive. My pussy clamped down when his tongue swept over it, and when he bit it again, I came so hard black dots danced in my vision, a scream frozen in my throat.
Half in a daze, I slipped off him and dropped into a presentation, a pillow wedged beneath my hips and another one snared in my teeth. His growl in response had goosebumps rising on my skin. I could feel his control slipping through the bond, desires snuffing out rational thoughts and worries one by one until he was driving in hard enough to make the bed creak.
I braced my hands against the wall so the impacts didn’t push me into it too much, letting me take the full force of his alpha cravings for me. Beau planted one hand on the bed next to me and circled my throat with the other, his voice rough in my ear. “ My omega. So. Fucking. Perfect.”
Words failed him again and his teeth latched onto my neck once more, every delicious growl sending me higher.
Thrust by thrust, the heat scorching me dissipated. When my body was jelly and the ache in my pussy subsided enough for me to think, Beau collapsed to his side, pressing our sweat-slicked skin together, his arm locked so tightly around me I couldn’t have gone anywhere even if we weren’t knotted.
My alpha.
Wait…
I clawed my way back to the surface, mind desperately grabbing for toeholds to process tonight.
Nest.
Yes, the nest was sublime.
Bite.
The bite felt so good. My teeth didn’t ache anymore.
But a bite meant something…
I ran through the snippets my brain had retained.
Bond?
I didn’t know what that felt like. I had never been bonded before. But Beau had. He would know.
I traced the mark I left on his hand, setting off head-to-toe shivers in him. I had marked him. That meant he was mine.
I struggled to piece thoughts together in the wake of the pleasure high. Was the bond bad?
It didn’t feel bad.
Maybe it was supposed to?
Thinking was entirely too hard, so I simply closed my eyes and tried not to. Drifting on a sea of satisfaction, I floated lazily, reality and coherency returning bit by bit.
My eyes snapped open.
Shit.
Bond was bad.
God dammit. I’d been trying so hard for distance, making sure that we could go our separate ways, and I’d ruined it all by following one feral instinct.
Panic choked me. He was going to hate me for this. I wouldn’t blame him one bit. I was already starting to hate myself for it.