Chapter 37
Chapter
Thirty-Seven
SIMONA
T heir home is stunning. Certainly not what I’d immediately think of when looking at them, but the more I discover the more I realise how truly representative of them it is. Aesthetics aside, every room, furnishing, and small keepsake I find reaffirms that I’ve found where I’m meant to be… with them.
I wish I had more time to enjoy looking around their home, but I can barely walk a step without my heat cramping my insides. But I have to keep moving because every time I do the air moves like sweet kisses on my stinging butt cheeks, and my throbbing pussy. It’s something I’ve never experienced, the heightened sensations left after their touch.
Being spanked by Hendrix felt…right. I trust him and that feeling multiplied tenfold because of the way he trusted me. He didn’t treat me like a victim. He had complete faith in my decision, and that’s as much of a turn on as being spanked.
“Can we go to Noire one night? As a pack?” I ask, stopping in front of a large moody landscape painting.
Silence engulfs the room, and I have to twist around, suddenly worried I’ve put my foot in it and messed everything up.
I assumed wrong.
The three Alphas are looking at me like I can walk on water. Perhaps I can. I’m starting to believe I can do anything around them.
Turning, running with the rush in my blood, I sway my hips with each step I take. “Do you like my idea?”
Three growls make me think perhaps I’ve stumbled into a wolf den, which should scare the bejesus out of me. Instead, my body, my mind, and my soul are so on board with the idea of being forever packed with them that I have to cup my pussy so my slick doesn’t ruin their carpet.
“Go!” Hendrix snarls.
“Where am I going, sir?” I tease. Emboldened by the way they keep looking at me.
“Simona...” He snarls in warning.
I nearly run. My feet itch to. One day I want him to chase me down, brutally. But not today. Instead of doing what he said, I purposely slow each step and take my time to look at everything I can find on my exploration of their home. I meander past paintings hanging on the wall, photos of them and places they’ve visited. Vases, artwork, music awards, and Law Degrees are put together in ways that make it clear each item means something. I keep walking through the proof of their lives and the tokens of their love until I’m near their bedrooms. Their scent is like nitrogen in my veins, and I stagger under its influence, reaching out my hand so I don’t crash to the floor. I latch on to Dominic’s arm, holding on to it for dear life while I breathe through the onslaught until I can walk without whimpering.
The atmosphere is heavy with concern and thick with lust. A few more steps and the air becomes saturated with our collective needs. Isqueeze my eyes shut, my hand trailing along the wall. But even without looking, I know when I come to my nest. And it is my nest. I feel the surety of that statement burning my hand. Maybe because there’s an undeniable pull and growing awareness that I am meant to be with them.
“We’ll wait here for you, Amore Mio,” Dominic says, his breath against my cheek. I rub myself shamelessly against his cheek, his trimmed beard like soft silk on my skin.
“No thank you. You will come in and never leave my side.”
More growling even before I stop speaking, along with the more obvious press of their designation. Alpha and Omega language reiterating what I’m saying.
My hand goes to twist on the doorknob. “Hen, can I use your phone?”
He quickly unlocks it and passes to me. Again, no question about why, he just provides. That hits hard.
I find the camera app, and my trembling hand settles against the button. It’s the anticipation that has me shaking, certainly not anything dark.
Pushing the door open, I come face to face with a nesting room I could have dreamed up. Never dared to hope for though.
Luxury oozes from the room. And the luxury isn’t from a place of materialistic expense, it’s them. Their time, their vision, their attention to keeping it pristine even though they never had an Omega.
It’s breathtaking. I have to blow out short, steady exhales just to keep from passing out. Deep within my soul, a reckoning unfolds— this is mine . And it’s not wishful thinking. It’s acceptance, with wide open arms and a grateful heart.
I have to focus on the room as the acceptance winds through my system, because if I spoke, nothing would make sense. The walls have been painted in the softest, most muted honey gold I have ever seen—instantly I think of Ryder, and I know he did the work himself. The oversized bed is so low to the ground that it looks like it’s part of the floor. Without even touching the surrounding carpet or the nesting mattress they selected, I already know it will be pillow soft with perfect support and big enough for all of us to snuggle comfortably. My Omega side feels like it’s being stroked, a description that would only make sense to another Omega.
I want to be naked and wrap my body in the smoky grey and rich dark green bedding, blankets, sheets and throws that adorn every inch of the nest. I don’t need to check; I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that it was Hendrix who chose these soft furnishings.
Dominic’s touch is present in equal, measured instalments. Like the others, his presence is infused into every corner of the small room. He focused on the practical needs of this oasis. Against the wall by the door stands a floor-to-ceiling expanse of charcoal timber and glass cabinetry. It’s crammed full of everything an Omega, and their pack, would need to survive—food, drinks, electronics, books, lotions, medication, blankets, sheets. And a small collection of Omega and Alpha sex toys.
“If you don’t …” Dominic says anxiously.
“Are you serious right now?” I ask, cutting him off as I swing around. The other two look similarly nervous. Me shouting in a wobbly voice probably made it worse. I take another quick, noisy exhale in an attempt to calm the heck down. “How did you all do this? How did you build this nest? It’s like you dug inside my thoughts and understood what I wanted better than I did. But…”
Ryder’s hands are up, outstretched like he’s worried I’m about to take off running for the nearest corner to hide. I kind of feel like I am though, maybe he’s on to something. As a focus, I watch the light dancing on his face. His smile is bright and telling, but his scent, warm and thick like honey straight from the hive, registers more to my frayed Omega side. Perhaps not frayed, more completely gobsmacked because this nest is how I always imagined my nest to be. And I mean down to the smallest detail.
“It sounds like fate has been playing with the four of us for a long time, Sin. Since Dom, Hen, and I packed, we have each spent time in here, adding little bits of us. Doing what felt right. And, Sin, look at me, this is important. No other person has even been in here.”
I hear what he’s saying; his words register, but my feelings are still too big, and I feel like I’m going to pop. I bite my lips in an attempt to stop squealing.
Dominic’s designation blasts outwards, causing my eyes to jump to him, and I don’t understand the look I find. He’s more than irritated, he is furious.
“Hey?”
“Nor inside our home,” he snaps.
“What?” I am confused, honestly, I’m still shaken to the core. This nest has been built by the three of them to exactly match my ideal space, which I’ve never shared with a soul. “Dominic, what?”
His brown eyes twist and change with each breath he takes. And the storm I see in them, so different than his usual composure, has me abandoning my own shock so I can focus on him.
“You look so torn, Simona, that it’s ripping me apart. But no one has been inside our home for a long time, and no other person alive has stepped inside this room.” His words are said fast, loud and clear before they fall away, like his confidence does. “We built it for you.”
I rush him, pretty much climbing him like a ladder so he has no choice but to hold me. I rub my face over the stubble on his cheeks. It feels so natural to do it, the same as being in his arms. “Dom, feel me here.” I tap his chest in the spot where I feel our bond. The shift in his eyes—from irritation to a low, hooded gaze—tells me his is in the same spot. “I’m not upset by anything. At all. Use our bond and you’ll see I’m deliriously happy. I know no one has been in here.”
“No one has,” he replies lightning fast.
“I know. You made me this, Dom? Holy crap, you know I kind of adored you already but now I find out you’re a nest virtuoso? I am never leaving you. Not that I was. But. Holy. Crap. This is me, Dom. Which I get probably doesn’t make sense and I know I sound like I am rambling because I am, but I can’t express how flawless, faultless, exquisite, ideal, amazing…”
Ryder is laughing against my shoulder. “So I think it is safe to say that Simona loves the nest we built her. Pack Torres did well.”
“The only thing that would make it better is being in that incredible nest together, scenting the beautiful blankets, pillows, honestly every inch of it with our bodies while you make me yours.”
“You’re already mine,” Dominic snaps.
“I know. And I love it. Now, let’s bond again, and kick start my heat so I can do all these really fucking wicked things I want to without wondering if I have the courage to ask.”
“Sin, baby, you said fuck. You must be serious.”
I throw my head back and laugh. Dominic spins me around until my back is to my nest before he lets me to my feet.
My feet are barely on the ground, and I am on my tippy toes, slinking towards Hendrix. “I’ve waited for you for a long time, Hen.” I start unbuttoning his shirt. His breathing gets choppy, but he doesn’t speak. Although he uses his eyes to tell me a whole lot of promises .
I peel his shirt off, running my hand along his shoulders until he is shirtless. His body is honed marble, his skin light toffee highlighted by the dark hair on his chest and trailing down past the zipper of his suit pants. I want to explore him more, but for now I focus on trailing my fingers from one side of his body to the other, stopping to trace the words inked across his heart: ‘I know love because of you.’
I press my lips to the italicised words and get swept up in the discovery that this sometimes-hard man has such a big, beautiful heart. He catches me, a hand behind my neck, the other under my butt so I stay eye level with him. “I knew you were coming for us, Simona. Those words aren’t about them, and they never were. It was my reminder that everything we have been waiting for would happen when, and as, it should. I never had any doubt about us finding each other. Ever.”
Emotion bubbles up. I let it shine in my eyes as I keep our gaze locked and I lean down to press a kiss to his heart. Giving my thanks to this beautiful Alpha.
“Make me yours, Hendrix? Then I’d like Ryder to do the same, so we will finally be a pack. Please?”
“Simona…” he warns, and I know it’s not because of doubt. His hesitation comes from Hendrix’s need to provide and care. He is checking that this is what I want, for me, and no other reason. And it is.
I stare into his eyes, using as much bravado as I can muster to challenge him. “I’m not taking one step outside of my nest without your bonding mark on my body, Hendrix. I wish I could say our future will be easy. But it won’t. Being yours though, is the easiest decision I’ve never had to think about.”
Pushing out of his arms, I take a step away before unbuttoning Ryder’s shirt and dropping it before stepping out of my dress, standing in front of them.
Of course it’s intimidating. I want them to look at me and not see my trauma. Mentally I’m okay, struggling a little but I want to clear this hurdle. I have to, which is why I keep standing in front of them completely naked when all I want to do is hide under the covers.
I’m powerless to stop myself, crossing my legs. I start to shrink as the urge to hide gets more pronounced the longer I stand before them. My arms snake and criss-cross hiding my stomach and all the places I have been hurt.
“Sin, baby,” Ryder says, and I latch onto his voice. “You have the most incredible body. Arms up to heaven above, and spin slowly for me, yeah?”
He gets a shaky yeah, and a wobbly turn. With my back to them I squeeze my eyes shut, scrunch my face in frustration before I let out one last breath. Turning back around, they’re closer. So close I bump into them.
Dom runs his hand along mine, interlacing our fingers, Hendrix does the same with the other, then Ryder gets involved, brushing my hair off my face. Together they work until I have no shadows to hide in.
Ryder’s hand moves. He spreads his hands around my waist before hovering his mouth over mine. “I’ve never seen anything more fucking incredible than you. I want to bite you, here.” He presses a finger on a bad memory only I can see. His touch is like a promise to make it better. “But I also want to bite you here.” Another squeeze.
It’s a game he uses as we move as one to my nest. And then I don’t fall backwards, Hendrix and Dominic lower me until I’m lying back on my nest, and no longer wondering if I’m beautiful.
Without saying anything, Ryder and Hendrix swap spots. Ryder is on my left. And Hendrix stays standing near my feet. Dominic drops to his knees and moves one of my arms up above my head, keeping it there.
Hendrix waits until I look at him before unfastening his belt, then his pants—making me watch with bated breath as he undresses completely. Once bare, he moves opposite Dominic, taking my arm and holding it above my head.
“Spread out like a fucking angel,” he muses, a dangerous smile tugging on his lips. “Our perfect woman and our ideal Omega. No one will ever compare to your beauty, sweetheart,” Hendrix says before he guides my legs open with a soft touch of his hand on my thighs. He kneels between my legs, crawling up slowly, caging me in.
He trails his hand down his body. I watch him the whole time. His hand wraps around his length. He’s already hard, his knot swelling. And then he starts to move his fist up and down his length. Over me.
Ryder does the same.
Dominic too.
Until I’m surrounded by them. From above me they stop hiding their designation, becoming more Alpha than man. They scent up, so a mix of them—honey, old, printed book, and thunderstorm—fills the air so much it kisses my skin and fills my lungs with each breath I take.
“Open your legs wider, sweetheart. Show us your gorgeous slicked up cunt. Your pretty mouth too. Your Alphas are going to paint your skin with our come before I flip you onto your knees and slam my knot so far into your sweet fucking body that you scream our house down while I pack you,” Hendrix barks.
Pure Alpha.