Chapter 47 – SAVVA
CHAPTER 47
SAVVA
I stand in the living room at the threshold of the hallway, my resolve faltering. The door swings open and Troy appears, his golden skin flushed, hair disheveled. The mingled scents that drift toward me make my head spin.
"She's asking for you three," he says, voice rough. "Her fever's intensifying."
Behind him, I glimpse Cole rising from the nest, his scarred torso gleaming with sweat. Between them, nestled in the arranged fabrics, lies Bella. Even from this distance, I notice the pink tint across her skin, her dark hair scattered over the plush pillows and fabrics.
Roman steps forward next to me. "How is she?"
"Good," Troy says, a thoroughly satisfied grin spreading across his face. "But needing more."
Liam shifts impatiently behind us, the black and gray tattoos on his arms moving with his flexing muscles. "Then let's not keep our girl waiting."
Troy steps aside as Cole finishes dressing. The guest room has utterly transformed—now a true omega nest rather than merely a space with mattresses and fabrics.
And at the center of it all, Bella.
She's draped in a silk sheet that does little to hide the curves beneath. As I approach, she looks at me, pupils wide with desire but still unmistakably lucid. The caramel-coffee sweetness around her has deepened, like aged cognac.
"Savva," she murmurs, extending her hand toward me. "Roman. Liam."
Taking her offered hand, I press it to my lips. Her hot skin buzzes against my mouth. "Bella," I respond in a low voice.
"We're here now," Roman says, kneeling at the edge of the nest.
Cole glances at us from the doorway, his single blue eye meeting mine in wordless communication. A mutual understanding exists between us. Nothing matters more than her contentment and well-being.
"We'll be close," he says simply before departing with Troy, pulling the door shut behind them.
The moment they leave, Bella sits up, letting the silk sheet pool around her waist. She reveals herself to us without hesitation. Her breasts perfect, throat marked lightly from Troy and Cole's attentions.
"I want you," she says plainly, her words carrying an urgency that stirs me immediately. "All three of you."
Without delay, I remove my carefully selected button-down, folding it neatly despite the longing running through me. Some habits persist, even in moments of instinct. "Are you tender after Cole and Troy?" I ask, maintaining an even tone despite my heightening desire.
A small wince crosses her features as she shifts. "Full. Stretched. But... still wanting."
"Your first complete heat will need more attention than just two of us," Liam says, already stripping off his henley to reveal the bold patterns covering his torso.
Roman nods, shedding his own clothing. "Tell us what you need, Bella. How you want us."
I watch her consideration, appreciating how even consumed by her heat, she maintains that thoughtful essence that first drew me to her. Her green eyes follow our movements as we undress, taking in each of us with open appreciation.
"I want..." she begins, then stops, blushing deeply despite everything we've shared. "I want to taste you, Savva. While Roman... while he takes me." Her attention shifts to Liam. "And I want Liam's hands on me. I'll make it up to you after."
Liam swallows audibly.
The specificity of her request sends heat through me. I step closer, now fully undressed, my restraint diminishing as her pupils dilate at the sight of me. "Are you certain?" I ask. "Your body has already experienced much."
She nods, eagerness evident in her expression. "I need this." She reaches for me. "Please."
I join her in the nest, settling on my knees at the head of the makeshift bed. Roman positions himself at her other end while Liam kneels beside her, his massive hands already skimming over her dampened skin.
Her heat envelops me. It suffuses the nest, caramel and coffee layered with honey and spice, mixing with the remaining traces of Cole and Troy. The combination dizzies me, awakening primal instincts inside me that I usually keep firmly in check.
Not now. Not with her.
Kneeling before Bella, watching desire cloud her eyes, the discipline that normally keeps me controlled begins to crumble.
"How do you want me?" I ask, my voice rough.
Bella rises to her knees, silk sheet falling away completely. She captivates me—her skin rosy, a sheen making her luminous in the dim light of the nest.
"Lie back," she instructs, assurance threading through her heat-dazed voice.
Following her direction, I stretch out on the plush fabrics, resting my head against the cushions. From here, I watch as she crawls toward me. Nearby, Roman positions himself between her thighs while Liam settles at her side, his tattooed hands exploring her waist and flank.
"You're certain?" I ask again, needing her absolute confirmation.
She nods, wetting her lips as she lowers herself over me. "I want to taste you, Savva. Please."
That word—"please"—from her lips breaks through my restraint. My erection responds instantly, already hard and eager for her touch.
Her fingers find me first with delicate curiosity that contrasts with the fever consuming her. Her touch blends tentative discovery and boldness. Tracing my length, palm cupping my shaft with gentle pressure that catches my breath.
"You're beautiful," she murmurs, meeting my gaze as she bends lower.
No one has ever called me beautiful before. Dangerous, yes. Elegant, certainly. But beautiful?
"You are beautiful, little dove," I reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Perfect in every way."
She smiles at the endearment before lowering her head. The first touch of her tongue electrifies me. Warm, wet, exquisitely gentle—she tastes with unhurried appreciation despite the urgency she must feel.
Behind her, Roman's hands hold her hips, positioning himself at her entrance. I notice the muscle in his jaw working as he fights for control. Liam moves closer, his broad palm sliding over the curve of her ass before slipping between her thighs.
"Tell us if it's too much," Roman says, his voice a low rumble. "At any point."
She lifts her head briefly. "I will. I promise."
Her attention returns to me, her mouth closing over me with such vigor that a groan escapes before I can stop it. My response pleases her—I feel her smile as she takes me deeper.
Roman enters her in one smooth thrust, and her moan sends vibrations across my body. The feeling consumes me. I thread my fingers through her dark hair, not guiding, just connecting as she sets her own pace.
"That's it," I encourage, working to keep my voice steady despite the bliss threatening to engulf me. "Perfect, Bella."
Her movements falter briefly and she whimpers as Roman begins to move, his powerful thrusts pushing her forward, my cock rubbing hard against the ridges on the roof of her warm mouth. Liam balances her with one hand on her lower back while his other hand works between her thighs, circling her sensitive bud.
"Fuck," Liam mutters, his accent thickening with hunger. "You're so wet, lass."
The three of us find harmony together, moving as one with Bella at the center. Roman's thrusts drive her forward onto me, her mouth accepting me deeper with each movement. Liam's fingers match our tempo, drawing small sounds from her that flow through me.
With growing confidence, Bella surrenders to the rhythm. Her tongue circles me before she takes me deeper, hollowing her cheeks in a way that makes light burst behind my eyelids. The pressure builds at the base of my spine with each clever sweep of her tongue.
"Our perfect little omega," I rasp to her.
Her eyes open at my praise, meeting mine with raw desire. This isn't merely heat-driven hunger. This is genuine connection, deep and true.
Roman's pace quickens, his restraint giving way as Bella's heat consumes him. His fingers press into her flesh firmly enough to leave marks. The thought of her body carrying signs of our collective possession nearly pushes me over the edge.
"You close?" Roman asks, the question directed at me though his gaze remains fixed on the point where his body joins with Bella's.
"Soon," I manage, barely recognizing my own voice.
Liam leans down, pressing kisses along Bella's spine as his fingers work more urgently between her thighs. "Come for us, lass," he urges, voice thick with desire. "Let us feel you."
Bella moans around me, the sound traveling through my body. Her rhythm becomes uneven as she approaches her peak, her focus dividing between her own need and mine. I cup her cheek gently, my thumb tracing her stretched lips.
"Release," I tell her.
As if awaiting permission, she unravels completely. Her body tightens, back lifting and ass arching into Roman, a muffled cry vibrating around me. Roman growls, his thrusts becoming erratic as her inner muscles clench around him. Liam whispers encouragement, his fingers continuing their relentless rhythm to extend her bliss.
Witnessing her climax brings me dangerously close. My knot begins to swell—responding to her omega heat and my need for her. I should warn her, should withdraw before reaching the point of no return, but she senses the change herself. Instead of pulling away, she presses forward, taking me deeper.
"Bella," I warn, my voice strained. "My knot?—"
She responds by relaxing her jaw, taking me impossibly deeper. Her tongue works the underside of my shaft as the first swell of my knot presses against her lips. Her eyes meet mine, determined despite the tears of effort gathering at their corners.
"Easy," I caution her, my hands gentle in her hair. "Breathe through your nose. Relax your jaw."
Following my guidance, her throat relaxes as she breathes steadily. Roman slows his pace, allowing her to concentrate. With a final push, the widest part of my knot slips past her lips, locking inside the wet heat of her mouth.
The feeling overwhelms me. Snug, hot, perfect. My composure shatters and I try to warn her, but she's already swallowing around me, gulping down my hot release.
"Fuck," I choke out. "Bella?—"
She purrs in contentment, her tongue still working what parts of the base of my shaft she can reach with my knot locked in place. Her eyes remain fixed on mine, dazed yet fulfilled. Through her, I feel the moment Roman's restraint breaks as well—his powerful body tightening, a deep groan escaping him as he finds his release inside her.
Reality fragments around me like shattered crystal as Bella quivers with another burst of ecstasy, her moan vibrating around my knot. The tight warmth of her mouth becomes distant, abstract as though I'm experiencing it through layers of silk. My ears begin to ring and my vision narrows, the edges of the room blurring into indistinct watercolors.
A second wave of release hits unexpectedly, stealing what little breath remains in my lungs. The ringing in my ears intensifies, drowning everything until only Bella's eyes remain in focus—green as alpine meadows, pupils blown wide.
I have the strangest impression that time has stopped entirely.