Chapter 32
Chapter thirty-two
Felix
I sit on the bench between the rows of lockers. Silas leans against the wall by the showers, arms crossed, while Liam sits on the bench across from me. All shirtless.
Yes, in our urgency to give us space, we really just got funneled to the hallway that connects the chalet to our private rink.
Waiting in our rooms would probably have been more comfortable, but I guess at least, she has the whole chalet to herself now and there's zero chance we're going to disturb her.
"How long do we wait?" I ask.
Silas pushes off the wall. "We should move closer to the corridor. See if we can hear anything. Know when she's—"
The door bursts open.
Naomi stands there, backlit by the rink lights, wearing a simple tank top and underwear. She looks… breathtaking. And feral, but that's sexy as hell. Her hair is wild, her chest heaving, and her eyes are dark and hungry, fixed on us with predatory focus.
"Found you, alphas," she breathes, and the words come out rough, needy. "Tend to me. Now."
"Oh my God, Angel," I start, stepping forward. "Don't get cold, you—"
"Tend. Now."
Well, okay then. You got it, Angel.
I reach her first and her mouth crashes against mine with desperate hunger. She tastes like heat and need and mine, and she's so hot. No wonder she seems immune to cold right now. My hands are already pulling her closer, sliding under the jersey to find bare skin.
She makes a sound, half whimper, half growl, and then Liam is there, his hands on her waist, his mouth on her neck. She arches between us, and I can feel the heat radiating from her skin.
"Here?" Silas asks, his voice strained, moving to join us. "You want us here?"
"Here," Naomi confirms, already reaching for him. "Now. I need—"
She doesn't need to finish.
My hands find her tank top and I pull it up and off, revealing her flushed, silky skin. Her underwear goes next, and then she's there in front of us vapor emanating from her like a freaking ice queen.
She's so divine…
Liam's hands explore, mapping every curve while Silas kisses her like he's drowning and she's air. I work on the clasp of her bra, and when it falls away she gasps against Silas's mouth.
"The bench," Silas grits out, breaking the kiss. "Make it soft."
We move fast. The rest of our clothes disappear in a flurry of movement, as we pile our pants onto the wide wooden bench.
We lift Naomi onto the edge of the makeshift bed while we worship every inch of her with hands and mouths.
"Yes," she whimpers when Liam's fingers trace higher, teasing. "Like that—"
"We've got you, angel," Silas promises, and then he's kneeling, and I watch her head fall back as he puts his mouth exactly where she needs it most…
I capture her moan with a kiss, swallowing the sound while my hands find her breasts, learning what makes her gasp. Liam is kissing along her shoulder, her neck, murmuring praise that makes her shiver.
When she comes the first time, she cries out—a sound of pure pleasure that echoes off the tile walls. Her whole body shudders, and I hold her through it while Silas gentles her down.
"Inside," she demands when she can speak again.
Silas rises and kisses her deep. "Fuuck, princess" he breathes.
He pushes inside slowly, stretching her, and the sound she makes is pure bliss. Her head falls back, and her legs wrap tightly around his waist.
"Fuck," Silas groans. "Angel, you feel—"
"Perfect," Liam finishes, moving closer. "She's perfect."
As Silas begins to move, finding a steady, driving rhythm, Liam settles behind her head, his hands stroking her hair while he kisses her upside down.
I move to her side, unable to resist. I soothe my hands over her ribs and bend down to suck a bruise onto the slope of her breast, teasing the nipple with my tongue.
She’s surrounded by us. Filled by Silas, tasted by me, kissed by Liam.
She comes again, her fingers digging into Silas' shoulders. He follows seconds later, groaning as he buries himself deep.
They lock together, knotted, and I move to support her from behind while Liam positions himself where he can reach. His fingers find where she's already stretched around Silas, and the touch makes her keen.
"Too much?" Liam asks.
"Not enough," she pants. "More. Please."
Liam works her carefully, adding his fingers alongside Silas's knot, stretching her further, giving her the fullness her heat demands. She writhes between us, making sounds that drive me crazy.
"Felix," she gasps. "Need your mouth. Need—"
I don't need more instruction. I drop to my knees and maneuver between them. It’s a tight fit with Silas locked inside her, but I find my way to her center… and when my tongue finds her clit she nearly comes apart.
"Yes," she sobs. "Yes, just like that, please—"
She comes again, clenching around Silas's knot, around Liam's fingers, and the sound she makes is pure satisfaction. I gentle her through it, lapping softly while her trembling subsides.
"Good girl," Silas murmurs against her temple, wiping hair from her forehead. "Such a good girl."
Liam withdraws his fingers carefully and brings them to her mouth. She takes them without hesitation, tasting herself, and the sight makes me groan.
"Felix," she calls, reaching for me. "Come here."
I rise, and her hand wraps around me with sure fingers. The touch makes me hiss.
"Want to taste you," she murmurs. "Let me—"
Her mouth. Oh fuck, her mouth.
I thread my fingers through her hair gently while she works me with an enthusiasm that makes my knees weak. Behind her, Silas is still locked inside her, praising her while Liam's hands roam her body, trailing kisses down her arm.
"Angel," I groan. "That's—you're—"
She hums around me and the vibration nearly ends me. When I finally come, she takes everything with satisfaction in her eyes.
The knot takes time to release, and we use those minutes to worship her—stroking her skin, praising her, making sure she knows how perfect she is.
* * *
"My nest," Naomi murmurs as Silas' knot finally slips out of her, the hunger in her eyes flaring right back like it never left. "Take me to my nest. Please."
"You got it, angel," Silas says immediately, adjusting his grip to lift her properly. She curls into his chest, legs wrapping around his waist.
We move through the corridor as a unit—Silas carrying her, Liam and I flanking them with our hands on her back. None of us seems to be able to stop touching her, but she doesn't look like she wants us to, anyway.
We finally get to the living room, and I stop short.
"Holy shit," I breathe.
The nest is incredible. The furniture has been repositioned to create walls on three sides, and blankets form a cocoon that's somehow both massive and intimate.
"Angel," Silas says, and there's awe in his voice. "This is—"
"Perfect," Liam finishes, moving closer to examine the construction. "Look at how you used the furniture as framework. And the canopy overhead—" He touches one of the blankets draped from the couch to the armchair. "This is incredible."
"You—You really like it?" Naomi asks, and there's something vulnerable in her voice.
"Like it?" I move to where I can see inside the den she's created, seeing our jerseys woven throughout. "Angel, this is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Her face lights up with pride, and the omega satisfaction radiating from her is palpable. She built this. For her, for us.
Silas carefully navigates through the opening, ducking under the canopy, and lowers her into the center of the nest. She sinks into the layers of blankets with a sigh, immediately reaching for pillows and adjusting them around her body.
We follow him in, and the blankets overhead block out everything except the glow from the fireplace. It's warm, soft and incredible cozy.
"This is ours," Naomi says, her voice going low again. She's arranged herself on her side, propped up by pillows, and the way she's looking at us is pure hunger. "Our nest. Our space."
"Ours," Silas agrees, settling on one side of her while Liam claims the other and I lay my head on her stomach.
Naomi's hand slides up Silas's chest, her pupils dilating. The satisfied omega from two minutes ago is already being consumed by heat again, by the biological imperative driving her.
"Again," she murmurs, pressing closer.
"We're going to be completely spent by morning," I mutter, but I'm already touching her, my hand sliding up her thigh.