51. Rosie
Chapter 51
Rosie
T he giggles stop the moment we step into the nest. My anxiety spikes as I watch Quinn take it in. Twisting to get down reminds me I’m locked on Dane’s knot, a sharp tugging pain shooting through me. I bury myself in his neck.
“Hey, breathe for me, sweetheart.” Dane’s warm hand rubs along my back.
What if I fucked up? What if Quinn hates it? What if he ? —
“You’re only here in this moment. Feel how much he loves it,” Dane murmurs.
I find the room, let Dane’s scent and body ground me, then I focus inward. A warm, floaty buzz shoots through my veins, slowing my racing heart. It’s followed by Quinn’s sweet purr. I peek my head out to see him exploring the nest.
He turns to me, his gaze a swirling mix of love, lust, and gratitude. There are no words said, but I can feel him now, feel the layers of this moment between us.
“Good girl. Be right here with us, Rosie,” Dane says softly.
I fall for him all over again, simply for the way he means it, his bond surging with reassurance.
Quinn crawls into the nest, shrugging off his towel and diving beneath the covers. He emerges from a pile only to glare at the three of us. “Get in here already. I have the perfect nest but no strong scents.”
Nash leans in and pecks my cheek; at the same time, Dane shrieks. He jumps, and I gasp at the jostle, which is followed by a sudden rush of cum.
“You fucker! You pinched my knot and that shit hurts!” Dane says with more outrage than malice.
“You’re lucky I don’t lay your ass out for bonding her first,” Nash says, eyes flashing at Dane, who only laughs.
I shimmy down, trying not to die of mortification at the trail running down my leg.
Quinn’s gaze snaps to mine, and he gives me a knowing smirk. “There’s no way to hide the mess he made, Raven. I can smell your pussy from here. Come kneel for me. I want a good look at your bite.” He pats the spot in front of him.
My body bursts into flames, equal parts embarrassment and heat.
Nash throws puppy dog eyes at Quinn, crawling into the nest to lie beside him.
“Oh, don’t worry, babe. Dane is going to time-out, and Rosie is going to help us,” Quinn says, his voice dark and playful. He’s using this as an excuse to play a game, and I love that they make everything fun.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, focusing on the feelings in my bond. They fill me with confidence, and I decide to play their game too.
“Be right back,” I shout, racing from the nest.
Quinn calls after me, “Where are you going?”
“A surprise!” I holler.
It doesn’t take me long to find my stash, the box tucked neatly in my closet. I grab what I’m after but double back for a few scarves.
When I return, Dane is kneeling at the edge of the nest with a cocky “no regrets” smirk as he watches Quinn and Nash stroke one another lazily.
“What did you bring for us?” Quinn calls, his sultry voice making me shiver.
Nash’s eyes light up, and he smiles behind his beard. “You’re always full of the most interesting surprises.”
I lick my lips and dangle the clamps from one hand and the scarves from the other.Giving them my most innocent look, I weigh them between my hands, signaling for them to choose. I don’t think my innocent bit is working because I can’t stop squeezing my thighs together at the sight of Nash’s thick hand stroking Quinn.
He teases his thumb along Quinn’s crown, smearing a drop of precum, and our omega’s stomach ripples as he sucks in a breath. I swallow around the lust building in my throat.
“Be a good girl and use those to torture Dane for us,” Quinn says wickedly, all teasing bubbles in the bond.
I twist toward the alpha as a thrill races up my spine. Dane may look nice and buttoned up, but inside he’s waving a freak flag as colorful as mine. He’s kinky and playful, and I love his eagerness.
I drop my supplies and cup his chin, channeling all of my inner Raven Nightshade. “It seems they want you to suffer a little, alpha, but I think they know how much you’re going to like it.”
Pinching his nipple, I twist until he moans.
“That’s what I thought,” I murmur, repeating the pinch on his other side before attaching the steel clamps.
Dane’s cocky smile doesn’t leave his face, but heat glazes his eyes. “What’s not to like about letting my beautiful mate have her way with me?”
“Exactly,” I say with a laugh, leaning in for a biting kiss. I suck his lip into my mouth to soothe the sting.
When he tries to rope his arms around me, I pull away. “Not yet. You’re in time-out, remember?” I tease.Grabbing a scarf, I twirl it around his neck and feather it down over his shoulders. “Are you going to be a good puppy and let me tie you up?”
Dane licks his lips, his eyes devouring me. “Better do it fast.”
I heed his warning, a zip of excitement snapping between us at how he’s close to pouncing. I’m not a rope master, so I don’t get wild. I tie his thick arms behind his back and finish with an easy-to-escape bow. We both know he could get out of it, but it sends a thrill through me that he doesn’t.
He nips my ass as I scurry past him to enter the nest.
“That was quite a show you two put on for us, but I think it’s our turn to play,” Quinn purrs. He holds up a steel butt plug.
Nash rumbles in agreement, sounding more like himself in the lull of Quinn’s heat. “We’ve been watching that pretty ass of yours jiggle, talking about whether you’re going to let both of us take you.”
My nipples pebble at their perusal, and the heat inside my veins spikes. Something about that hits all my buttons and makes me crave the ache of being full. I’ve played there before but only by myself.
I nod, but that only makes Quinn give a delicious tsking reprimand. “The words, Rosie. Give me the words.”
I feel brazen and full of light when I open my mouth; the sound that comes out is one I barely recognize but is sexy and sure. “I want both of you to take me, and I want to finish what Dane started. Give me your bite,” I say confidently, eyes on Nash.
He swallows thickly, holding out his hand. I grab it like I did all those years ago on that roof. He tugs me into his lap, and somehow he makes it graceful. His arm wraps around my neck, and his forehead falls to mine. “I’ve been yours since the day I met you, and I’ll be yours till the day I die.”
“Always the poet,” I tell him.
Nash’s lips brush mine, a sweet and tender kiss that feeds my soul before he growls, “I love you, baby, but we’re about to fuck like I don’t.”
My cheeks heat, but I laugh into his neck, nipping him there. “Do you always have to say it?”
“Yeah, just for that pretty blush,” he says, meaty hands digging into my ass cheeks. He spreads me, and another set of hands joins his as Quinn hovers behind me.
Quinn plants kisses on my spine at the same time his slick fingers tease my back hole. Nash kneads the flesh of my ass, keeping me steady while Quinn teases me open. My pussy is aching, that extra pressure from Quinn’s fingers making me throb with emptiness.
When I start to beg, Quinn flicks his tongue across my new bond mark. “I love this mark and how feral our alpha was to claim you, but I will be inside you when you get the next one. Open for me,” he commands.
The bond sends a burst of sparkling pleasure through me. I push back against the plug's intrusion until it slips inside. The slight sting adds to the pleasure, and I rock my hips while Quinn tugs on the end of the plug, teasing me open.
Their mouths and hands take me apart, a perfect coordinated team hell-bent on edging me closer to my peak without ever giving me what I need to go over. I’m laid down in the nest and covered in them.
Nash plays with my nipples, sucking and teasing until they’re aching, while Quinn dives between my legs, lapping up his alpha’s cum with moans that take me apart. I open my eyes on a sharp intake of breath when Nash clamps my nipples. The clamps are attached to a pretty string that ropes between them and has a dangling rose adorning the center.It’s clear he got these for me, but he doesn’t explain his gift.
Nash’s eyes glow in the flickering lamplight as he cages me in. He’s massive, his thick body covering me, grounding me in him and making me feel as though I’ve found an anchor. His eyes don’t leave mine as he tugs on the rose, making the clamps bite with a delicious sting. Quinn sucks my clit and tugs on the plug, pulling it almost all the way out before stretching me again.
“Look at how beautiful you are when your tits are bound for your mates, strung up and at our mercy.” Quinn purrs, rising from between my legs to peer over Nash. “So sweet for us, Raven. Such a good beta mate.” He pulls away, grabbing a few pillows and lying against them before taking his cock in hand and giving himself a slow stroke. “Come here, beautiful.”
I crawl Quinn’s way, a little burst of pleasure racing through me at the way Nash and Dane moan. My pussy is on display, my ass swaying each time I move.
Dane’s bond is thrumming with barely contained need, and I glance at him over my shoulder. His cock juts out proudly, and his eyes are on me. I wiggle my ass and get a smack from Nash in return.
He grips my hip. “Hold still.”
Nash makes a show for Dane of teasing the plug in my ass before taking it out completely and slicking my hole with lubed fingers. He twists and turns, scissoring back and forth to open me while I rock my hips shamelessly.
“That’s enough,” Quinn says, his voice a smacking command.
He pulls me to him, and I tumble but let him situate me on his lap with my back against his chest. Tugging on my knees, Quinn spreads my legs then grabs my ankles. I’m splayed out for them, but there isn’t any embarrassment or nerves. I feel wanted and so fucking ready, every part of me aching for my mates.
Nash pumps from a lube bottle stashed in the blankets and slicks Quinn’s cock. He rubs Quinn’s shaft through my center, the head catching on my clit before he taps it with the crown. His moves are accompanied by Quinn tugging on the chain attached to the clamps, and I moan.
When I’m a begging mess, Nash stops teasing my clit and holds Quinn’s cock steady, giving it a few good strokes that make Quinn tense beneath me. His perfume rises, the heat returning in full force.
Quinn hisses and takes over, knocking Nash’s hand away and pushing the head of his cock against my hole. That first moment is all stinging pain, but I breathe with it, let it swallow me until it morphs into pleasure when he slips past my resistance.
I’ve only played with toys here, but it’s not the same. Quinn is everywhere, filling me so deep. The intensity in the bond sharpens the ache and sends the sensations back to me on a loop, stoking the fire between us. I brace myself on my hands, digging into the soft bedding for purchase as I lift my hips. Quinn surges forward at the same time he curls two fingers into my pussy. He fucks into me, and I meet him stroke for stroke, taking it all until he gives me what I’ve been waiting for.
“Come for me. Let me get you wet before we stuff you full,” Quinn says.
Nash growls, and I look at the alpha, his hand furiously fisting his length, his thick barrel chest heaving. Behind him, Dane looks pained, his cock an angry red and his knot swollen. He winks at me, then rips himself from his silken ropes, taking his cock in hand in one slow stroke.
“Oh fuck,” I whine, feeling all the lust and devotion as Dane looks at us.
Quinn releases my clamps, and the surge of feeling back into my nipples makes my pussy squeeze his fingers. The orgasm that rushes through me is so intense I nearly black out. I collapse against Quinn’s chest, and he cradles me, taking control and pumping into me in short thrusts that keep the wave of pleasure crashing over me. He pinches my clit and nurses my bond mark, sending a new wave of light coursing through my body with every lap of his tongue.
“Mine,” Nash growls, then his cock nudges at my pussy.
He’s so big on his own, and with Quinn filling me already, it’s so much.
“I can’t,” I whine even as I lift my hips, desperate to take more of him.
“You will,” Quinn says in my ear. “I feel how much you want it. Let go and surrender.”
Nash’s eyes lock on me, and his steady gaze helps me relax. He slips in another inch, the stretch obscene enough that I bite down too hard on my lip.
“Oh, fuck. I don’t think I can.” My nipples ache, and everywhere is too sensitive, too raw. But I like the way it almost hurts, the way it forces me to be right here with these men in this moment of connection.
Quinn makes a gentle cooing sound, his voice soft but filled with command. “Take it, like a good girl. Take it all for your mates.”
I want to be their good girl, to let them strip me past what I think I can take until I’m at the edge of oblivion. Nash’s fingertips strum my clit, and he thrusts, his eyes never leaving mine. The stretching sensation combines with a pinch to my clit, and my climax releases a wave of pressure. I let go, flooding the space between us.
“You’re perfect. Look at you squirting for your pack,” Quinn says, his hold on me tightening.
The rumble in Nash’s chest is almost a purr of praise, and between the two of them, I feel cherished. That feeling hits me deep inside, filling me with light.
Quinn retreats as Nash thrusts, and it’s so overwhelming in its intensity that I float. They alternate, setting a rhythm that sends me into some dreamy new place I never want to leave.
The scent of heat rises, and I’m taken by it. Nash surges, his stroke deep and his sharp teeth biting my nipple as he floods me with cum. It’s a piercing pain followed by blinding euphoria. Nash’s bond is a night sky on a deserted beach, warm water lapping all around me. His dark night is comforting, a blanket that glows with spots of luminous stars.
He nurses his bite as our bond solidifies. In the floating, lapping ocean of pleasure, I study our connections and feel the way the warm, dark water soothes our hurts.
He licks his mark before nuzzling my chest. “Missed you.”
I can feel the truth of it deep in my soul.
“So much,” I say.
Quinn’s bond bridges the two alphas’, twisting and braiding the four of us into one. They’re all a part of me now in a way that fills me with hope and a sense of safety I’ve always longed for but never quite had.
“You’re so perfect, and I can’t believe I get to keep you for real,” Quinn murmurs, surging forward one last time before he comes inside me.
“Fuck, you guys are killing me,” Dane growls. “I declare purgatory over.”
“See! That’s why you’re in time-out!” Quinn says.
The three of them laugh, and Quinn says something else, but I’m too caught up in the rip current of pleasure to track anything other than how good I feel. Nash laps at his bond, fucking into me in short strokes, little bursts of cum filling me. Quinn rubs against my clit. It’s too much. I go off again, completely lost to the pleasure.
I’m barely aware of Dane taking Quinn from behind or Nash flipping us so I’m resting on his chest. My eyes close, and I ride the lapping waves of bliss while Quinn’s heat rises around us.