Chapter 19
Nineteen
FRANCINE
Elias carries me through the hallway with his knot still lodged inside of me.
His girlfriend.
Elias is a total stranger to me. Well, not totally, but we still don’t know each other enough to make anything official, but it makes me happy.
With each step he takes, his knot shifts slightly, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through me.
I cling to his neck, my face buried against his shoulder, feeling the periodic spurts of his hot cum shooting into my womb.
My heat-addled brain can barely process how I ended up here—virginity gone, filled with alpha seed, being carried to the nesting room.
Suddenly, the urge to purr comes over me, but I quell the urge as much as possible.
There’s no way I’m completely safe yet. Any of these alpha brothers can reject me.
“You’re quiet,” murmurs Elias against my hair, breathing in my scent as if I meant the world to him.
“All this is so quick. Why would you help me? A total stranger in heat?”
“You are our mate,” he says with quiet certainty. “The bond is there. The bond that my older brother tried so hard to fight. You are ours whether we like it or not.”
“Oh,” I say, my face heating up from how sure he sounds. “I feel the bond, too, but I’m so scared to let my guard down. I never had an alpha pack before.”
“I know, honey, I can feel it,” he says. “But all I can do for now is show you how much we’re meant to be together.”
Drake walks ahead of us, pushing open a set of double doors at the end of the hallway.
“You’re not ready for this, Franny,” he says with a wink as he looks back at me, completely oblivious to me baring my feelings to Elias.
Kieran and Rowan follow behind us, their footsteps quiet on the plush carpet.
The air is thick with their alpha pheromones.
The incredible scents of pine, cinnamon, lemon, and the peanut butter scent of Elias surround me.
My omega brain bathes in it, soaking up their combined presence like a starving creature finally being fed.
“Here we are,” Elias says as we cross the threshold, and I finally lift my head from his shoulder to look.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, my eyes widening at the sight before me.
The nesting room is absolutely breathtaking.
Unlike the practical, masculine design of the rest of the house, this space feels like it was created for pure comfort and sensual pleasure.
The ceiling is high with soft, recessed lighting that casts a warm golden glow over everything.
The walls are painted a soothing deep blue, like twilight just before stars appear.
Plush cream-colored carpet covers the floor, so thick my toes would sink into it if I were standing.
But the centerpiece is the enormous circular cushion that dominates the space.
It’s at least ten feet across, a perfect circle covered in what looks like the softest velvet in a rich burgundy, making my inner omega sigh with appreciation.
Surrounding it are delicate, shimmery black curtains hanging from the ceiling, creating a cocoon-like space that feels both protective and decadent.
“Do you like it?” Kieran asks, his deep voice tinged with nervousness. It’s strange to hear that tone from him, since he’s always so confident and couldn’t care less about others’ opinions. “The colors might be a little dark…”
“Oh my moons, it’s beautiful,” I whisper, genuinely stunned.
Drake chuckles. “We’ve been preparing for our omega for a long time, sweeetheart. Just waiting for the right one.”
My cheeks flush hot at the implication. They built this for their future omega—and now they’re bringing me here. The significance isn’t lost on me.
Rowan moves to the edge of the circular nest, his strong hand gently pulling aside one of the sheer curtains.
Through the opening, I can see the interior is filled with dozens of pillows in various sizes and textures—some silky, some fuzzy, some with subtle patterns, others solid colors.
All in rich jewel tones that complement the deep burgundy of the main cushion.
“Oh wow,” I say, letting out a squeal at how perfect and delightful it looks. I’ve seen fancy omega nests in magazines, but nothing like this. They must have hired a dozen nest designers for this one.
Kieran and Drake both chuckle at my reaction, the sound warm and affectionate.
Something inside me loosens at that sound, a tension I didn’t even realize I was carrying.
With these alphas, I’m safe. Even Kieran, who I thought hated me just hours ago, is looking at me with such tenderness that it makes my purr into Elias’s chest.
“She’s happy,” says Elias proudly, purring deep in his chest in response, and I can feel his knot vibrate inside of me. God, it feels so fucking good. And it feels good to trust and be cherished, even though this is temporary.
“Let’s get you comfortable.”
Elias eases us down onto the cushioned nest, keeping me on my side with him still knotted inside me. The cushion gives perfectly beneath our weight, cradling us in its softness.
“Oh, this is heaven,” I sigh, sinking into the plush surface. I grab one of the nearby pillows, a deep emerald green with golden embroidery, and tuck it under my head. “How did you guys design all this?”
“It’s a little bit of every one of us,” Rowan says simply, settling onto the cushion near my head. His golden-brown eyes study me with that quiet intensity that makes my skin tingle.
“And research,” Elias adds, his hand stroking my hip softly. “We wanted to create the perfect environment for our future omega.”
I feel a prickle of awareness as Kieran approaches from behind me. His scent intensifies as he settles on the cushion at my back. I can’t see him with Elias facing me, but I feel the dip of the cushion, feel the heat radiating from his body.
Elias’s knot shifts inside me as he adjusts his position, and I gasp at the sensation.
He’s still releasing small bursts of cum deep inside me, each pulse making my belly feel warmer, fuller.
I glance down between our bodies and notice with a start that my lower abdomen is actually visibly distended, a slight swell where his seed has filled me so completely.
“This is crazy,” I whisper, placing my hand on the tiny bulge. “You’ve filled me up so much. Is this normal?”
Elias follows my gaze and groans, his cock twitching hard inside me.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he murmurs, covering my hand with his own. “You’re perfect like this. Stuffed full of my cum.”
The pain of my heat has almost completely subsided, replaced by a warm, satisfied glow that radiates from my core throughout my entire body. I hadn’t realized how much the heat was affecting me until now, when the relief makes me feel almost drugged with contentment.
“Thank you,” I say, my voice soft with genuine gratitude. “For helping me. I was so scared when it started.”
“We’ll always help you, Francine,” Drake says from where he’s lounging at the foot of the nest. “That’s what a pack is for.”
Pack. The word resonates through me with unexpected power. The thought of belonging to these men, of them belonging to me, creates a warmth in my chest that has nothing to do with the heat.
I feel Kieran’s large hand suddenly on my ass, his palm warm against my bare skin. He caresses me gently, exploring my ass cheeks as I hold my breath. His fingers trace the curve of my buttock, occasionally dipping low enough to brush where Elias and I are joined, making me shiver.
“Is this okay?” Kieran asks, his voice a low rumble.
“Yes,” I breathe, surprised at how much I want his touch. After our awkward dinner and his cold behavior, I’d never imagined he’d be remotely interested in me physically.
His hand continues its gentle exploration, kneading and stroking my ass cheeks with an appreciation that borders on reverence. After several minutes of this, I feel his lips press against the swell of my right ass cheek in a soft kiss.
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up.
“You must really like ass,” I say, glancing back at him over my shoulder.
“I sure do,” he confirms with a sexy half-smile that transforms his usually stern face. “And yours is particularly magnificent.”
The compliment makes me blush harder, but I’m grinning too. This playful side of Kieran is unexpected. His hand continues its gentle massage, occasionally joined by his lips pressing soft kisses to my skin. Combined with Elias’s cock still pulsing inside me, the dual sensations are exquisite.
I start to feel so cozy in this nest between Elias and Kieran that my eyes start to close. The stress of the day, the intensity of losing my virginity, and the temporary relief from my heat have all combined to leave me suddenly exhausted.
“Rest, sweetheart,” Elias murmurs, kissing me on the lips. “We’ll be here when you wake.”
“Yes, get all the rest you need,” says Kieran gruffly. “Every chance you get while you’re knotted.”
Elias shifts us so that we’re more comfortable, his knot still firmly locked inside me for the next thirty minutes, but our bodies arranged for sleep.
His arms wrap around me, strong and secure, and he presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
Rowan settles above my head, brushing my hair with his large fingers.
“Sleep now, my Francine,” he whispers. “Dream of us.”
I feel Drake settle at my feet, his weight at the end of the nest completing the circle of alphas surrounding me. Their combined presence forms a protective barrier between me and the world.
As I drift toward sleep, I wonder dimly what this means for my future. Just days ago, I was a nanny starting a new job. Now I’m knotted to one alpha while three others surround me, all of them treating me like I’m precious, like I belong to them already.