Chapter 12
. . .
RUBY
Out of all the omegas I’ve had the pleasure of being with, nothing has compared to the desire and excitement I experience as Archer shyly leads us to his nest. Add in the handsome, cinnamon roll of an alpha trailing behind me, and I’m melting into a puddle.
The mixture of their pheromones is intoxicating. If I hadn’t had my own heat a few weeks ago, I’d probably be joining Archer in his fevered state and poor Beau would be in for a rough time.
I smile to myself, the thought of this kind, gentle alpha trying to handle two omegas in heat on his own far too enticing. Him sweaty and panting as we demand more and more from him, pushing him to his limit.
Yes, I like that idea a lot.
After we’ve draped our coats over the arm of a chair and taken off our shoes, Archer rakes a hand through his hair and turns toward the door to his nest.
“It’s not much, sorry it’s such a mess…” Archer mumbles as he pulls the door open.
I can’t resist soothing a hand across his back as his spine stiffens with trepidation, going up onto my toes to press a soft kiss to his neck and letting his berry-sweet scent fill my nose.
He sucks in a shaky breath, leaning back against me.
“I’m sure it’s perfect,” I whisper.
I’m curious how my omega is going to feel stepping into a nest that isn’t mine. Because for as much content as I’ve made with other omegas, it’s always been in a staged nest I use for filming, with bedding, pillows, and blankets that are cleaned and rotated after every session.
Archer snorts and shakes his head, but relaxes and steps into the room, flicking on the lights.
It’s surprisingly big compared to how tightly packed everything else is in his apartment, and I realize he dedicated the single bedroom in his place entirely to his nest. Shimmering, semi-sheer forest green curtains line each wall of the space and drape across the ceiling, with fairy lights placed between layers of the diaphanous fabric.
In the center of the room, there’s a slightly raised mattress large enough to fit at least the three of us comfortably, with a plethora of pillows and blankets, many of which are piled around the perimeter.
Everything is in shades of green and cream, giving the effect of some kind of forest glen, with Archer the beautiful fae prince to whom the domain belongs.
It’s magical and lovely, and my chest squeezes at how much care he’s put into making the space. It’s like his omega has been building it for years, making it just right for when he finally finds someone he trusts to let inside his sacred space.
“May we come in?” I ask, voice a little rough with the gravity of what us stepping inside must mean to Archer.
He nods, moving back to make space for us. “Yes! Come in, please.”
It’s so earnest and sweet I giggle, moving into the space so I can take his hand in mine again.
Beau trails behind, and I turn to see how he’s handling all this.
Not great, if the fact that he’s barely one foot in the door is any indication.
It can’t be easy for him either. From what he said—and didn’t say—during dinner, I don’t think he’s been part of a heat since he was with his previous pack.
I reach a hand out to him, giving him a meaningful look that I hope conveys both my empathy for his struggles and the need for him to be strong so Archer doesn’t think that his alpha is rejecting his nest.
Beau swallows hard and takes my hand, letting me guide him the rest of the way into the nest. He squeezes my hand, not too hard, but enough to tell me he needs my hold on him to keep him grounded.
“Your nest is perfect, omega,” Beau rasps as he looks around the space.
Archer flushes prettily and looks down at the mattress strewn with blankets. “Oh, thank you.”
“Almost perfect,” I correct, and both men look at me with twin expressions of concern. I giggle, tickled by their worry about me. “It’ll be perfect once you have our scents mixed in with yours.”
Archer purrs, clearly agreeing. “Yes. Please. I wish I could smell you both more; your scents are so muted.”
“It’ll be better once we get naked and sweaty, don’t worry.” I wink at him, and his flush deepens. God, he’s so fucking cute. I can’t wait to see him flush all over. “Can I get you naked now, sweetheart?”
His eyes widen, but a second later he nods, and scrambles to tear his sweater off. Archer curses when it gets stuck on his head, and I suppress a laugh at his eagerness. Beau steps forward to help him, moving behind the struggling omega to guide his arms up over his head and slip the sweater off.
Archer’s breath hitches as he realizes he’s surrounded by us, and Beau goes to take a step back, but I reach out around Archer and grip his wrist.
“Stay. I need your help,” I murmur in a gentle command to the alpha.
His throat works, and he nods.
I move closer to Archer, guiding Beau’s hand to the hem of the omega’s undershirt as I tease my fingers across the waistband of his pants.
Archer sucks in a shuddering breath, and I meet his gaze. “This okay?”
His “yes” comes out on an exhale, like it’s a relief to him that he’s comfortable with what we’re doing.
I move my focus over to Beau as he pulls Archer’s shirt off. “Okay for you too?”
His brow furrows at the question. Not upset, but confused.
An irrational amount of anger spikes inside me. Has no one ever bothered to check in with him for his consent?
“Is it?” I ask again, firmly.
He nods. “Yes. Is it okay for you?”
That earns him a smile. “Mmm, absolutely yes. It’ll be even more okay when I can taste our sweet omega.”
Archer whines, and I chuckle. “You want my mouth on you, sweetheart?”
“Fuck yes, please.”
“Take his pants off,” I order, and Beau’s hands go to Archer’s belt right away, arms wrapped around the omega’s waist from behind.
Fuck, his willingness to listen and let me lead things is a potent rush. I can’t wait to see what else he’ll do if I ask.
“Like this?” I ask Archer, leaning in to press my lips to his elegant throat, kissing the heated skin once, then sucking on it. I hum at the sweet, subtle taste of him, a hint of what his slick will be like.
He arches against me with a gasp. “Yes. More, please.”
I smile against his skin. “So polite.” There’s the clink of his belt buckle coming undone, and the rustle of fabric as Beau works on taking off Archer’s pants, but I don’t look down yet.
Instead, I slide my lips up to his jaw, pressing another kiss there as I thread a hand in his hair. Archer moans, and Beau lets out a soft curse. The sounds they’re making are like music to my ears, stoking my arousal higher.
“You know, I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time,” I confess, pulling back a bit to meet Archer’s hooded gaze.
“God, me too.” A second later, his eyes widen. “Wait, you did?”
“Of course I did. It’s all I could think about when we stayed up way too late talking, the game all but forgotten as I imagined the things I’d like to do with the adorable, hilarious omega on the other side of the chat.”
“Fuck, Queen—Ruby, that’s…” Archer doesn’t finish his thought, closing the distance between us and letting his lips do the talking.
I moan against his mouth, surprised by the force and heat of his kiss. His tongue slides into my mouth as he presses closer, swiping against mine, and my body lights up with the need to feel his mouth on me everywhere.
Archer clings to my arms as Beau helps him step out of his pants, and then he’s grinding against me, his cock stiff and insistent behind a thin layer of silky fabric.
“Fuck me,” Beau curses under his breath, and I pull back from the kiss to see what’s got him so worked up.
He’s staring at Archer’s ass, and I don’t blame him.
The omega is wearing a pair of silky green panties, cut high on the hips and barely more than a wisp of fabric.
God, no wonder we could smell him so well. He wasn’t wearing scent-blocking underwear. “What are these?” I slip a finger under the thin waistband of his underwear, dangerously close to where the tip of his cock is peeking through, ruddy and weeping.
“I…fuck, please…I didn’t have anything else clean.”
“Mmm, well, I for one am glad you were behind on laundry.” I trace a finger across the wet patch over his straining erection, where he’s been leaking pre-cum and slick.
“Me too,” Beau agrees, still staring at Archer from his knees. I wish he were naked too, but we’ll get to that. First, poor sweet Archer needs a moment of relief.
I join Beau, sinking down to my knees in front of our omega. Archer’s cock bucks inside his panties and I lick my lips, looking up at him through my lashes. “Have you thought about this too?”
“Oh, fuck, yes, a-all the time.”
I grin at him as I ease the underwear down his hips, rubbing my face against his dripping length as it’s set free. My omega loves having his scent on me, impatient for more of it everywhere.
I press a kiss to his hip. “I bet you never imagined that you’d have an alpha licking the slick from your needy hole at the same time.”
Archer gasps, and his perfume intensifies as a stream of slick gushes from his slit.
“God,” Beau groans from behind him, as if the thought is so hot it pains him.
“What?” I flash him a wicked grin. “I know you like to watch, but you can do that later. Right now, our omega needs us.”
“I do, oh god, I do,” Archer pants, head tipping back like he can’t bear to look down at the sight of us on our knees for him.
“Make him feel good,” I command, palming the globes of Archer’s ass to help spread him and keep him in place as I wrap my lips around his thick cock and suck him down to the base.
“Fuck!” Archer’s hand flies out to grip my hair, which makes me moan around him. He cries out again when Beau laps at his hole.
His slick tastes like bliss. Like chocolate-covered strawberries, but so much more delectable.
“God, you taste so fucking good,” Beau moans, echoing my thoughts aloud.
I bob on Archer’s cock, grateful that he’s thick but not long enough that it’s too much for me to take all the way, especially when he starts to thrust into my mouth.
His taste and the sounds he and Beau are making drive me wild, my clit throbbing and slick testing the limits of my absorbent panties.
Good thing I enjoy the torture of waiting for my turn. I love it almost as much as I love taking my partners apart. Watching them break with pleasure.
It doesn’t take long for Archer to tense. “I can’t, shit, it’s too much, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
I moan around him, taking him to the back of my throat to encourage him to let go, and that combined with Beau’s eager tongue on his hole are all he needs to shatter.
His cum spills down my throat as he cries out, sounding almost pained as he comes, and I hold him in place, greedy for every last drop.
When he slumps, his knees giving out under him, I pop off his cock and Beau eases him down onto the mattress, the alpha’s face glistening with slick.
“Did that help at all?” I ask, grinning at the flushed, breathless omega.
He groans. “I think you killed me.”
“Mmm, I bet you can take more.” Judging by how his cock is already twitching back to life, it’ll take a lot more before he’s satisfied enough for the heat to subside some.
I wrap my hand around his length and grin, squeezing hard at the base where an alpha’s lock would clamp down around him.
“How many times do you think you can come before you pass out?”