Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
willa
I wake with a start, disoriented in the soft golden light from the lamp in the corner.
My nest. I’m in my nest.
The realization settles over me like warm honey. My own nest, in Charlie’s house, surrounded by everything soft and safe and mine. I burrow deeper into the pillows, breathing in the mingled scents—buttercups and vanilla mixing with leather and bergamot, chocolate and chili, sage and sweetgrass.
Wait.
I open my eyes fully and see that all three of them are in my room.
Charlie’s tucked into the cozy armchair by the window, scrolling through his phone. Jake looks like he’s asleep at the very edge of my nest—not quite in it but not out of it either, like he couldn’t decide if he was allowed.
And Beau…
Beau sits in the wooden chair near the door, and he’s staring at me with the most deliciously hungry look on his face.
Heat floods through me instantly. My core clenches, and I feel the telltale rush of slick between my thighs. I can’t help it, not when he’s looking at me like that. Like he’s been waiting for me to wake up so he can devour me.
My mind immediately goes to everything he said in the store. The kind you’ll enjoy. Do you trust me, Omega? All the threats and promises wrapped in velvet dominance.
What would he do if I was naughty right now? Would he pin me down in my own nest? Would he use that commanding voice that makes my Omega go liquid and submissive?
The fantasy spirals through my mind, vivid and overwhelming, and I feel more slick flood between my thighs. I perfume, unable to keep the rush of want and anticipation from cascading into bliss. I have a nest, and I’ll have my Alphas in said nest.
Beau’s nostrils flare. He inhales deeply, visibly, his chest expanding as he breathes in my arousal.
“Do you like it when I stare at you?” His voice is gravel and smoke, pitched low enough that it doesn’t wake Jake but loud enough that Charlie’s head lifts from his phone.
Raw desire flares to life in my core as they both look at me. All I can do is nod, my throat too tight for words.
“Show me.” It’s not a request. “Show me how much you like it.”
A thrill washes over me, but my hand hesitates. Charlie gives me his full attention and sets down his phone, his scent spiking. Jake stirs at the edge of the nest, his eyes opening halfway, dark and hungry with the sudden scent bomb of Omega arousal.
“Fuck,” Charlie breathes from across the room.
My heart pounds in my chest, a wild drumbeat echoing the rush of blood through my veins. Beau’s eyes lock onto mine, dark and unyielding, commanding without another word. I know exactly what he wants.
My hands tremble as I push the covers aside, the soft fabric whispering against my skin. The cool air hits my heated body, making my nipples pebble under my shirt. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of the leggings and shimmy them down my hips, kicking them off along with my panties.
The nest’s pillows cradle me as I spread out, exposed and vulnerable under his gaze.
I slide one hand down my stomach, fingers tracing the soft curve of my mound before dipping between my thighs. My pussy is already soaked, slick coating my folds, slippery and warm.
I let a soft moan slip out as I part my lips with two fingers, circling my clit with slow, precise strokes. Pleasure sparks, sharp and intense. Beau leans forward in his chair, his elbows braced on his knees, his jaw tight, watching every movement.
“Open your legs wider, Omega,” he growls, voice rough with restraint. “Let me see how wet you are for me.”
I obey instantly, knees falling apart until my thighs splay wide on the nest. The position leaves me completely open, my slick pussy on full display.
I dip into my core, a swelling of need rising to meet the slow thrust of my fingers. My hips arch, chasing the building pressure. Charlie moves to the edge of the bed but doesn’t enter. Beau puts his hand on his shoulder, giving him a look filled with the secret conversations of Alphas.
Then his eyes return to where my fingers are moving in and out of my core and finding my clit again.
I vaguely notice Jake stir, a lazy grin spreading across his face when he sees what’s happening.
The coil tightens in my belly, orgasm hovering just out of reach. My breaths come in short gasps, slick dripping down to soak the pillows beneath me. Having them watch me is doing very wicked things to my heart. I’m so close—right there—when Beau’s voice cuts through like a whip.
“Stop. Now.”
My hand freezes, fingers buried in my pussy, clit throbbing under my touch. I whine in frustration, body trembling on the precipice, every nerve screaming for release.
“Please, Alpha,” I whine, and can see the effect my voice has on them.
“No, Omega.”
The denial aches, leaving me hovering right on the edge, desperate and empty. But the absolutely wicked tilt to his smile when he says, “I have another idea,” makes me almost tip over the edge.
Beau stands, the chair scraping back as he drags it to the very edge of my nest. He sits again, closer now, his presence looming. The bulge in his pants strains against the fabric.
“Show me how much you like it, Willa. Come here.”
There’s no question of not doing it. I crawl toward him on hands and knees, the blankets shifting under me. With the movement, slick trails down my inner thighs.
Reaching him, I kneel between his spread legs. And if I wasn’t already on fire, the low growl of satisfaction and want he gives me when I reach for him—hands fumbling with his belt and zipper—is enough to incinerate me.
He helps, shoving his pants down just enough to free his cock. It’s hard and heavy, heat pulsing along the length, the head already beaded with pre-come. I feel Charlie come reach up and remove my shirt, the cool air making my nipples harden.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced, his control. I want to make him lose it, to be so needy with pleasure that the mask slips.
I wrap my fingers around the base, stroking once before leaning in.
My lips part, tongue flicking out to lap at the tip, tasting the salt of him. Then I take him into my mouth, sucking deep, bobbing my head with eager pulls. My Omega hums with pleasure at making my Alpha feel good.
He groans, hand tangling in my hair, guiding me without forcing. I hollow my cheeks, tongue swirling around the shaft as I take him deeper, gagging slightly when he hits the back of my throat. He’s too big for me to take all of him, but I want him to make that sound again.
The bed dips behind me. I arch, unashamed at how I must look. I just want them, want more. Charlie kneels at my side, his hand sliding up my back to cup one breast, thumb rolling my nipple until I moan around Beau’s cock.
“Just like that, Omega,” Beau says softly.
I close my eyes, surrendering to the velvet feel of him. I feel Jake beneath me, his head nestled between my knees. His fingers trail up my thigh, teasing at my wet slit with a gentle, tormenting touch. I try to push into his touch, desperate for something, anything, to fill me.
“You like this, Wildcat?” he murmurs, his voice a low purr as he continues to tease my pussy, dancing around my clit but never fully entering me.
The frustration builds, a growl escaping my lips as I squeeze my knees together, trapping his head.
He just chuckles, the sound vibrating against my skin.
And then, without warning, two fingers sink deep into my soaked pussy, a shockwave of pleasure tearing through me.
He pumps into me again and again, building the pressure until it’s almost unbearable—right as the first swipe of his tongue drags over me and his fingers curve, finding a spot I’ve never been able to reach.
I shatter immediately, the orgasm ripping through me. My body convulses, slick gushing over Jake’s hand and mouth as I cry out, the sound muffled by Beau’s length in my mouth.
Charlie pinches my nipple harder, his other hand stroking my hair, murmuring soft encouragement. Jake pumps his fingers faster, adding a third, continuing to hit that spot inside me, drawing out wave after wave until I’m coming apart for them.
Another orgasm is pulled from me, and I’m left trembling and gasping.
Beau pulls me off his cock with a wet sound. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise sends another wave of slick between my thighs. “Such a good girl for your Alpha.”
His hand comes up to cup my face, thumb brushing over my lower lip. I part my lips automatically, and he slides his thumb into my mouth. I suck on it instinctively, watching his eyes blaze.
He stands, pushing me back onto the bed with firm hands. “Present for your Alpha, Omega. Show me that pretty ass.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
I scramble into position on all fours. The soft nest of blankets and pillows cradles me, but it’s Beau’s commanding gaze that holds me captive, making my skin flush hot and my core clench with aching emptiness.
My heart races, pounding like a drum in my chest, as I arch my back, presenting myself to him—ass up, thighs spread, slick dripping down my inner legs in wet trails.
I crave him, his bite, his bond, that thick knot stretching me until I’m ruined for anyone else. The thought sends a shiver of pure, electric pleasure racing up my spine, leaving me breathless and soaked.
“That’s it, Omega,” Beau growls, his voice low and rough as he kneels behind me. His large hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my soft flesh hard enough to bruise, and I gasp at the bite of pain that blooms into pure lust.
“So eager for me. You want my knot, pretty girl? Want me to fill you up and mark you as mine forever?”
“Yes, Alpha,” I whimper, my voice breaking on the words, a fresh wave of slick gushing from my pussy at his command. It feels like fire in my blood, this need to please him, to surrender completely.