Chapter 28
ESPER
Reed’s voice is more vulnerable than I’ve ever heard as we approach the door. “This…is my nest.”
When Reed said he wanted to show me something, I had an inkling as to what it could be. Despite all the push and pull we’ve had, Reed seems committed to me, to this, and yet I’m on edge.
Even after all this time, I can't help but constantly scan him for signs of doubt or regret, signals he’s on the verge of running again. He was adamant about not having a Pack. He hated what it meant for him, and I couldn’t blame him for it.
But him bringing me to his nest. His space. Maybe the only place where he lets himself be fully omega. It chips away at the fear sitting on my chest.
Reed is really choosing me, us.
After spending the morning in the blanket fort, I can admit my back hurts.
Not that I’d tell the guys; we’d tried our best. Grabbing, I'm sure, every blanket and pillow they owned. With all their scents perfectly mixing under one tent, I don’t think I would have been able to sleep anywhere else.
Being kicked out of my room, my nest, after that horrible interview… I could feel myself slipping.
If I didn’t have my Pack… gosh. I don’t know what I would have done. After lunch in Neven’s kitchen, Asher and Soren made themselves scarce. Reed, though, grabbed my hand and said he had something to show me.
Now, outside his sacred omega space, he slowly opens the door.
The room is perfectly nest-sized, ceiling and walls covered in sheer fabric that softens the space.
Low lighting illuminates a bed that nearly takes up the entire room.
Everything is a rich, deep cream color, and it literally looks like a cloud.
There is a small fridge in the far back and rugs to protect bare feet from the hard floor.
“It’s not much, but I would…” Reed’s face is red as he talks, his hand holding the back of his neck as he stares anywhere but at me. “I would love to share it with you… if you like it. We’ll work on getting your own if you want—”
“I love it. I love it. Can I go in?” My voice can’t contain my excitement, and my omega itches to crawl in.
This is a real nest. A proper one filled to the brim with blankets.
Not storage containers of stuff. Not doubling as a living space.
No outside objects, notebooks, computers, clothes—well, there are a few shirts and whatnot tucked in, but not a whole wardrobe.
No utilitarian distractions. Just a bed. Soft things.
This is… perfect.
“Yes, please.” The words set me off like a rocket into the pile of blankets and pillows on the bed. Rolling around a bit, I grasp the softness in my hands as Reed steps in and closes the door behind him.
“This is… this is everything.”
Reed gazes off to the covered window that's covered with a blanket, the light almost completely smothered but not quite.
“Have you ever had a nest?” Reed asks, shaking his head. “I mean, like, one you don’t have to also make your room.”
“No.” My eyes can’t stop roaming the room, taking in every bit of omega heaven. “I didn’t know I’d be an omega. I didn’t present any of the traits until one day I just perfumed.”
“Same. We all swore I'd be an alpha and it's not just because of how I grew up.” He chuckles and I take his hand in mine. Interlocking our fingers. He lets me. Taking it a step further and laying down, bringing me over him.
“Maybe it’s another way we belong together,” I murmur.
“How did you grow up?” Reed murmurs against my head and I smile against his chest.
“My mom is an omega and has three scent matches, two alphas and a beta, and they have been together for longer than I've been alive. I have a little sister, Harley. She’s twelve.
We grew up in one of those nice suburban homes with a white picket fence.
But Col, my dad who's a beta, loves bikes. Was once part of a MC and even though he left, members still come around and I think that's why I settled into you guys being bikers so well. Still a little shocking, as your MC is much bigger and into much more… stuff. But I don’t hate it. In fact I think I could come to love it.”
“Oh really? Do you want a bike of your own?”
“That I'm not sure of. Col would absolutely love to get me a bike. I love riding with you guys though.”
“You will always have a space on the back of our bikes.”
I turn my head so my chin rests on his chest and I can see his eyes. “Always?” I ask.
His brown eyes peer into mine, his white hair appearing with an orange haze from the sunshine trying to peek its way through the window covering.
Reed stares at me, running his tattooed fingers along the side of my face.
It makes my armor he’d chip earlier start to build back up.
But he smiles. His beautiful damn smile. And he nods.
“Always, Princess.”
“Esper, you’re burning up.” Reed wakes me by kissing my forehead, lingering his lips on me.
“I am?” I say, scrunching my brows. I pretty much have been in a constant state of hot as hell since yesterday.
I bend my knees and cuddle Reed harder, despite the light coat of sweat covering my skin.
I smell myself, of course, like I always do, but my cranberries mixing with Reed’s pancakes is especially comforting.
So incredible that a moan slips out as I settle back in, hoping to go back to sleep.
But then there’s a sudden gush between my legs… that was unexpected.
I shove my face into Reed’s chest. His intoxicating pancake scent hits me like a drug that I just can’t get enough of. My thighs ache, in a sickly familiar way, and I shake my head.
Can it really be now? Like right now? Is this my… heat?
Or maybe I’m just horny.
I chuckle, but the silly feeling soon melts into a need. My perfume is uncontrollable and my head aches as cramps slowly build though my lower stomach.
Definitely not just horny.
“Reed?” I whimper. I crawl up his chest and stuff my face in his neck. Lightly tracing my lips over his smooth skin.
“Esper.” His voice is husky and his touch becomes firm as he rolls us over so he’s hovering over me. His eyes darken, those brown eyes peering into mine. I hold his gaze like it's my lifeline. Hoping and praying he won’t let me go. My omega withers as I tremble, my core aching more by the second.
This is much more intense than the flare Reed and Neven helped me through. This pain clears my mind of anything that's not Reed, this moment.
Bending my knees, I hook my legs around Reed, my omega instinct taking over as I seek out friction.
We both moan as my hips meet his, his hardening dick meeting my pussy through our clothing, and gosh I feel like I could get off on this alone.
“I need to call the alphas. This could be your heat—”
I whine loudly, unapologetically when Reed tries to move away from me.
“No. Stay. Don’t leave,” I say, trying to swing my legs so I can pin him down but he won’t move.
“You need a knot, Esper…” His voice is hitched with a lick of need and my brain eats that up as consent.
“I need you, Reed. Please,” I beg and that has him groaning. He must like that. “Please, please, Reed.”
That must do him in, as he settles his weight on top of me with a soft purr. His hands grip my hips tight and his lips ghost over mine. I try to leap up to press our lips, but the omega has the nerve to chuckle.
A growl slips past my lips, and I'm trying not to be shocked at myself for how forward I’m being.
I know I need Reed first. Being with another omega feels as if… as if I can’t get it wrong. I can’t mess up because we’re two of the same. The only extra parts we have is our slick, and I already know he likes mine.
But I don’t know if I like his.
That not knowing consumes my omega. I need to know.
My tongue tingles with want. Setting my legs down, I attempt to crawl under him more but he stops me with a hand to chest.
“You first, Princess,” he murmurs and his looming presence over me is gone.
He’s at my waist, sliding my leggings down roughly as the air of the room blasts my legs and underwear.
The wetness there makes the breeze feel sharp and sudden.
My cheeks flush as Reed moans, staring at my pussy like I stare at Juni’s chocolate chip cookies.
“It’s been entirely too long,” he says and his mouth covers me over my underwear. His lips sucking over me. I let out something between a gasp and a moan. The feeling of his breath and lips on me taking my breath away.
My eyes latch onto his. Need and desire pooling there as he sucks me again.
He pokes his tongue out, licking the whole front of my soaked panties. Up to my waistband where he uses his teeth to pull the edge taut against me, making me gasp with pleasure. The waves in my core get stronger with the much needed friction against my clit.
“Oh my god,” I whisper and Reed lays a kiss on my stomach just above my underwear.
“God’s not gonna save you from me, Princess.”
My eyes could roll to the back of my head when he slowly slides my underwear down. His lips follow the lacey edge of them. Stopping at my clit first and kissing it but ravishing me with interchanging sucks and licks. My heart races.
“I need—” I choke as the rest of my sentence escapes me. He knows, somehow, and enters me with a finger. Just one. And fuck I feel it. His finger is long, thick and perfect as he thrusts it back and forth.
“Reed.” His name leaves my lips like a prayer. A prayer I won’t ever stop. He chuckles, and that lights my already red cheeks on fire.
It’s a constant battle in my body between being sexually shy yet desperately needy.
“I got you,” he says as he inserts another finger. His eyes trap mine. Watching me for any indication of resistance or trepidation. Brown eyes search mine, squinting in focus when he does something that makes the back of my throat tight with moans that can’t come out fast enough.
His words settle in my chest like a branding. A promise that I’ll make him keep. I nod, unable to conjure words, and he uses my confirmation and leans down. He’s back at my clit, licking at the slick seeping from me like juice from a squeezed fruit.
“Esper, Princess, fuck, you taste fucking amazing.” Like he wants to prove the truth of his words, he chases the slick dripping down my thighs with his tongue, and I burn with blush from the comment.
My skin is on fire as my hands grip the sheets. “I need more.”
Reed takes out his fingers and my pussy clenches at the loss. I groan, my mind growing hazier with blinding need. Reed grips my hips with purpose. Brings my body closer to him with a yank that could be considered rough but my body registers as hot as hell.
My pussy is in his face and my hips are in the air.
Completely supported by him, my body is completely at his mercy.
His tongue wastes no time entering me, and I nearly scream.
It’s intimate and utter debauchery and it sends me to the moon.
Clenching my legs around his head, I dig my heels into his back.
“Please, Reed,” I groan as he grinds his nose against my slit. My breathing becomes labored and the waves crest higher and higher as Reed’s hands massage my ass cheeks.
Oh my god, oh my god. “I’m coming.”
“Please do, Princess. Give it all to me.”
There’s no stopping it if I wanted to. The waves of pleasure wash over me as I come for what feels like three entire minutes.
“Reed.” His name seems to be my only mode of communication. Yet he understands it so well because he’s setting me down and crawling up my body and kissing my lips.
I can taste myself on him. My hands grip the sides of his face, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. He makes me feel so safe, so desired. I couldn’t do this without him and hope he knows that through my kiss.
“I want you to be my first," I whisper, breaking our kiss.
His eyes search mine. Looking for any semblance of doubt but he won’t find any. “We don’t have to penetrate for your heat, Esper. Don’t feel forced, we’ll make it work.”
“We don’t have to make it work, because I want you. I want Neven, Soren, and Asher. I want you, all of you to be mine.” The word forever tries to fight its way out too, but I know it’ll be too soon for Reed.
He may not be ready for us, but I’m ready for him. For them. That isn’t a question in my mind. I don’t think it ever has been.
“Be my first.”
“Shouldn’t that be an alpha’s place?”
“They get to be my first knots. I need you to be my first ever.”
His resolve is crumbling by the heated look in his eye. My body is warming up again, confirming this isn’t a flare-up. This is it. My heat, fully and for real. Which makes me so scared, but as I stare into Reed’s eyes, the fear whittles away. Completely gone by the time he leans forward to kiss me.
His lips capture mine, his hands wrap around my waist, hauling me so close to him my back arches. The cotton of my shirt rubs against my skin and I want it gone. Off me. Now.
I break our kiss, his hands lifting my shirt up from behind me and pulling it off and leaving me bare. My nipples are cold all of a moment before he’s filling the space again.
But I’m not done. I want his shirt gone too. My hands yank his up and now we’re skin to skin. He wastes not a single second before pulling me back to him, his tongue running over mine as he kisses me again.
My legs tangle with his as he leans us back. My back hits the comfortable bed, bouncing a bit with the weight of both of us. I giggle between our lips. Smiling, open-mouthed kisses land on my skin as his hands grip my body like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
My nails run through his hair, holding him as his kiss ventures down me. Across my cheek, to my ear, where he licks.
“Reed, oh my god!” I laugh. Then I moan as he chuckles against my skin, the vibrations otherworldly. My hold is becoming desperate as my body is fully ready to go again. My pussy aches, clenches. Trying to find something, anything.
He’s on my neck. My so sensitive neck. He sucks and licks, and I arch my back, trying to rub my breasts against him.
I whine when he scrapes his teeth against the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, and I nearly combust from that alone.
“Like that, Princess?” He does it again, and I dig my heels into his back, my hips aimlessly rocking. “One day, my bite will be there.” Lightning fires through my body, heats my aching empty pussy. Things my omega is rolling over for. “Neven’s bite, Asher’s bite, Soren’s bite, will all be there.”
My heat-clouded brain loves that thought and I stretch my neck, hoping he’ll bite down now.
But he doesn’t. He rubs his nose in the spot though and for now, my omega accepts that.
He trails down lower. My breasts get the attention they crave as he licks a trail to my nipple, lapping it into his mouth.
The creaking door draws both our attention. A sliver of light ekes in through the tiniest crack. Normally, I’d probably panic, try to cover myself, but when my eyes land on another set of brown ones, all I can think is…
How much fun this’ll be.