Chapter 54
Milton
The nest is dim and reeks of heat. Pillows and clothing are scattered everywhere, blankets pulled into soft waves, her scent woven through the air like something alive. It’s what our home was missing. An omega. The undeniable rightness of the moment.
It hits me the second she curls tighter into my body. She’s ours.
She’s mine.
Lincoln went to gather items to restock the fridge and then went for a nap since she was sleeping. Korbin stepped out of the room to notify the team we’d be missing practice. Our omega was in heat. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t officially in our pack. She’s ours.
Her hands move up my chest, tangling in my hair as she presses soft kisses along my skin.
Guess she wasn’t still sleeping like I thought.
She lifts her body, turning her head to look at me. Her hair is mussed, cheeks flushed, pupils wide—omega in the truest, purest sense.
But it’s her eyes that hit me the most. They’re full of want, desire, heat—and something more. Hope. And what makes my heart flutter is the love shining there.
Bayleigh doesn’t know it, but I’d do everything within my power to ensure she’s always happy. That a tear of sadness never escapes her beautiful eyes again.
It’s taking everything in me to hold myself together. To not mark her as mine, to rut her. But she needs to rest, and I don’t want to force her in any way. So I wait, letting her take the lead.
“Milton,” she says through heavy breaths. Her voice is all it takes. I’m gone. Any restraint I thought I had dissolves instantly.
I make sure she’s looking at me. “Yes, Baby?”
I shift my body so that I’m sitting upright, bringing her with me.
“I need you.” Her voice cracks as she signs the three words I know without any doubt.
My hand reaches out, cupping her jaw. “I’m here,” I tell her. “I’m honored you want me here. And there’s nothing more in the world I want than you. Not just for now, during your heat, but for the rest of my life.”
Her breath shudders. She leans into my hand like she’s starving for touch, while placing one of hers on my thigh, so close to my cock that if she were to flinch, she’d touch it.
“You always make it better,” she says softly.
“Because you’re everything.” I brush my thumb along her cheekbone. “Everything I ever wanted. Everything I didn’t know I could have.”
Her lips part, soft and desperate, and she kisses me, our lips gently caressing the other’s.
It’s not rushed; it’s slow and sensual. I trail the tips of my free hand down her neck, through her heaving breasts, then cupping one in my hand as my thumb thrums across her pebbled nipple. She moans, and I purr in response.
A low growl rumbles behind her, deep, unmistakable.
Another follows, a rough grunt that sends heat licking down my spine.
I lift my gaze and catch Korbin and Lincoln stepping back into the room, already stripping out of their clothes, eyes dark and focused.
One of them shuts the door behind them with a soft but deliberate click.
They stay back just a little, far enough to give us space to continue this connection, but close enough to ground her while she’s in heat. And just like that, we’re acting like a completed pack, adjusting instinctively for our omega.
She moans, the wave of heat overtaking her again. She starts to whine, “Alpha.”
I pull back just enough for her to see my mouth. “Let me take care of you, Omega. Can I do that?”
“Please,” she whimpers. “I want you, Milton.”
“I’ve got you,” I promise, kissing down her jaw, her throat, letting my hands roam her waist, her hips—steadying her, worshiping her with every breath.
Lincoln lets out a low curse behind us. Korbin’s breath stutters. I know her implant is pretty much junk, but I swear she shivers at their voices. Her scent of need sharpens, thickening in the room.
She climbs on top of me, straddling my lap, claiming me as hers.
Bayleigh takes hold of my cock, placing it at her opening that’s dripping with slick, and lowers herself onto it.
With each inch she takes, her chest arches backward as she moans.
My eyes drift over to Lincoln and Korbin, seeing them both stroking their cocks in sync with her movement.
Bayleigh moves slowly at first, like she wants to memorize every second, and damn if I’m not doing the same. Her hips roll, grinding deeper on me. Leaning forward, she buries her face in my neck, trembling with every movement. I grip her, anchoring her in a way an alpha does for an omega.
When her rhythm becomes erratic, and her nails dig into my shoulder, a needy whine escapes from her mouth, I take charge.
She’s heat-drunk, beautiful and feral. And damn if I’m living for her and her alone.
“Milton—” she gasps, voice breaking, scent flaring as her pussy clamps onto my shaft.
“Shh,” I purr into her ear, hoping her implant catches it.
Then I thrust deeper into her, burying my knot deep inside of her.
My instincts call for me to rut her, but I fight them.
I want this one moment in her heat to be pure love, one where she knows it’s me craving her and not my wired alpha brain doing what it’s supposed to.
She holds me tighter as our orgasms slam into us, and I fill her full with my cum. My heart secretly hopes that by some sliver of a chance this is the moment she gets pregnant. When her nails sink deeper into my skin, I hold her through it, the pain only fueling my desire.
Lincoln and Korbin climb onto the nest, moving up on either side of her. She’s not done; her body is already craving more. Her heat ramping up and she needs all three of us now to ease her through it.
“More,” she whimpers in a panting breath.
Her hands reach back, finding Korbin and Lincoln, pulling them closer, touching them with the same instinctive need she showed me.
Lincoln lays down on the bed, then Korbin lifts Bayleigh off of me, placing her so that she can straddle Lincoln’s body. There’s no need for foreplay. She's wet as hell from her slick and our mixed juices.
Lincoln’s hands begin to move; with each movement, he tells us what he’s saying. It’s not elaborate. Short, choppy sentences, but it’s all she needs to hear. What we need to hear.
Take my knot, Baby. Ride my cock. Suck Korbin’s dick. Milton’s got your ass. All your holes are ours.
She nods as she reaches between her and takes Lincoln’s hard length, positioning it at her opening and slowly slides down his shaft.
Lincoln's hands go to her hips, holding her in place as I move behind her.
I place my hand on her back, then bend over and kiss her along the width of her shoulders.
Her head falls back onto me, her eyes glazed over as she stares at me, dazed.
My lips land on hers. Her cry shatters against my mouth, her whole body begging for knots.
“I got you, Baby. I have your knot,” I mouth to her when we pull apart.
I place my hand on her back, pressing her forward, angling her beautiful ass in the best position to take my knot.
Gripping my cock, I run it through her crease, collecting her slick before lining it up with her puckered hole.
Then I press inside of her. Slow and steady, until I’m fully seated inside her, knot and all.
Korbin moves into position beside Lincoln, his crotch dead in front of Bayleigh’s face.
She doesn’t wait; she reaches out, taking hold of his cock, gripping it as she strokes from base to tip, then opens her mouth and takes it in.
Both Lincoln and I groan at the sight, the pads of my fingers digging into her flesh.
We all move as a unit. Each movement is a synchronized melody played by the most magnificent musicians.
Her perfume thickens, wrapping around each of us like a blanket.
The only sounds in the room are slurping and sweat-soaked skin slapping against each other.
Each of us murmurs praises to her that we’re not even sure she hears.
I can feel her body trembling beneath me.
Leaning more against her, I let my hand slip around her waist, finding her clit and rubbing firm circles against it.
Her head bobs faster on Korbin’s cock, until he’s reaching out, bracing his hand against the wall as his head falls backward, and he shoots ropes of hot cum down her throat.
Next is Lincoln, his hips thrusting upward as he pistons his cock deep inside of her, his own release taking over.
Now it’s just me and my girl. My hips start moving, a perfect rhythm, I can feel her getting close. My own signs hit me hard with the heavy weight of my balls and the burning sensation flooding my abdomen.
I’m close. So is she.
One more thrust has her ass clamping down on me, causing both our bodies to explode with release. We stay connected, our breathing heavy as our knots deflate. Only then do we pull apart, collapsing on the nest in a sweaty heap, our scents mixing.
Lincoln pulls her into his arms. This has by far been the most intense moment of her heat.
Korbin curls up on her other side, pulling his legs up so that I can move beside him, getting close to her as well.
She rests her head on Lincoln’s chest, her eyes barely able to stay open when she lays her head down.
“Her breathing’s slowing,” Lincoln tells us as Korbin reaches out with trembling fingers, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. Lincoln presses his forehead to the top of her head, eyes closed like he’s praying.
I choose that moment to move, laying down and resting my head on her legs, as I weave my arms through them, holding her in place. Keeping us connected in the most basic of ways.
She’s exhausted, but we know she’s not done yet. This is just a moment of rest, and we aren’t planning on going anywhere.
“Sleep,” Lincoln tells her while lifting one hand to spell the word. Korbin grabs some blankets, putting them over each of us, covering our bodies slightly.
She lifts her head, looking over at me, and I mouth, “We’ve got you. All of us.”
She mumbles something unintelligible before resting her head back on Lincoln’s chest and drifting off to sleep.
I just hope that when this heat is over, she’s ready for us to claim her. To make us what I know we are.
A pack.
I’ll always be the alpha to protect her. It’s a promise I’ll make to her now and always.
I’ll guard her with my life.
Content and happy, I drift off to sleep.