Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Mia
The only room in our new home that's complete is the nest, and I don't even care.
In fact, this is perfect.
This is the last missing piece of the puzzle for us. The only thing standing between us and the consummation of our scent match. They wanted us to be in our own home, and here we are. There's even a bed only a few feet away.
But something about that doesn't seem right.
I had enough hot flashes while watching their game earlier tonight to know my heat is coming. There's going to be plenty of time to get comfortable in my new nest. Until then...
There's a different idea forming in the back of my mind. Something that would let us celebrate this next phase of our lives without prematurely getting down and dirty in the nest. We have an entire building full of different rooms.
Who says sex has to be confined to the bedroom? Not me. That's for damn sure.
Looking at Spencer, Zak, and Freddie, I can feel the sparkle in my eyes as I ask them, "Anyone happen to have any rope?"
"There might be some in the trunk of the car," Zak offers immediately.
I have a feeling it's not there by accident. Looks like the pack better get ready for round two of rope play, and this time, no one has to bring any self-control to the party. I'm ready to see my two alphas and beta lose all their inhibitions.
Spencer, Freddie, and I are waiting in the dining hall when Zak returns from retrieving the rope he did, indeed, have in the trunk of his car. He holds the length of rope up triumphantly as he walks in to join us.
The excitement between all of us is palpable.
After shoving a few chairs out of my way, I climb up on the nearest table and beckon Zak closer with the rope. Before I can lie back, though, Spencer clears his throat and steps in between Zak and me.
"Wait," he says, pointing his words at Zak but turning to face me. His gaze looks me over in an assessing way. "There are a few logistics to take care of before we do take this step."
Freddie groans loudly, the sound echoing in the partially furnished dining room.
Spencer pauses to shoot him a dirty look before continuing on, "As much as we'd all like to breed you, it's probably smart if we–"
"Make time to know each other better first," I finish for him, having already thought of the same thing. I nod reassuringly. "I have a birth control implant that's still good for about another year. In a few months, we can talk about whether I need to have it replaced or removed."
"Removed. Definitely removed," Zak mutters under his breath.
I bite my lip to keep from smiling. I'm leaning towards having it removed then, too.
Spencer nods, then hesitates.
"What else?" I smile encouragingly, wanting to make sure we cover whatever he needs to make him feel comfortable enough to be in the moment with us. He doesn't need to be distracted by anything once I'm naked and tied to this table.
"I know we essentially just met each other, and everyone has different ideas about how quickly scent-match relationships should move. Your heat is coming on quickly, and we made sure your nest was usable. That leaves one big question left for us to ask: What are your thoughts on being bonded?"
My heart soars.
I didn't want to push the issue, but I've been waiting for this conversation to come.
My smile widens. We've already dealt with the very difficult situation of me hating their home, and they've handled it with such care and grace.
Knowing we can work on solutions together is great reassurance that we'll be good partners.
So, "why wait?" I shrug both shoulders. My smile is so big it's making my cheeks ache. That seems to happen a lot since I met them.
Freddie fistpumps. "Yes!"
Spencer rolls his eyes with a chuckle. "You're sure?" he asks me.
"I haven't been this sure of anything since the moment I stole Zak's coat from my best friend's boyfriend." For a moment, I think of all the fantasies I've had over the years about the moment my very own pack would someday come along and mark me as theirs. "Would you all consider..."
I trail off, my cheeks heating as I debate whether I actually want to make such a vulnerable request or not.
Spencer kneels by my feet. My alpha on his knees for me, hand reaching for mine to clasp our fingers together. "Anything. We'll consider anything for you."
His devotion is endless. The warmth of embarrassment fades to something more comfortable. The warmth of knowing home is more than the renovated senior living facility. This pack is my home. The three men I've quickly come to adore.
I'm obviously fate's favorite omega because fate gave me the best pack an omega could ever ask for. Literally the best one. No competition. I will hear no arguments to the contrary.
And that means trusting them enough to tell them what I want.
"Would you consider bonding me during my heat?"
Spencer's eyebrows dart up in surprise. "You'd like that?"
I nod, forcing myself to keep my head held high. Bonding during a first heat is kind of a big ask, since there are so many unpredictable variables about how my heat will go. There's no better scenario I can imagine.
If these three can handle a breakneck-speed house hunt with an omega they just met, I think they can handle whatever my heat might bring their way.
Spencer glances at Zak to check in before he puts both hands over his heart. "We would be honored, Mia. Thank you for trusting us enough to ask."
"And now let's get this omega her one-way ticket to Bang Town," Freddie suggests with a hint of urgency in his tone.
I look over at him in time to see him adjusting himself through his pants.
I guess the idea of Zak and Spencer bonding me to their pack while I'm in heat really does something for him.
He catches me looking and shrugs one shoulder.
Zak clears his throat pointedly and steps around Spencer, prowling toward me with a glint in his eye that I recognize from that day at my office.
"I have to say I actually agree with Freddie on this one.
All aboard," he jokes with a hilarious pelvic thrust that draws attention to his own hard length straining against the material of his post-game slacks.
I quirk one eyebrow at Spencer. "Might as well not fight the inevitable."
There's a smirk on my face as I pull the Sloths shirt I'm wearing over my head, exposing my bare breasts to three sets of eyes that widen simultaneously.
"How did I not realize you weren't wearing a bra?" Spencer mutters hypothetically under his breath.
My nipples form hard peaks under their watchful eyes.
I'm so turned on, aching from days and days of being denied the chance to take things to the next level. A few fun rounds of teasing haven't been enough to satiate me. I need my scent-matches inside me.
Stat.
As I sit topless being admired, I can feel the slick coating my pussy, and the flowery scent of hibiscus floods the room from me perfuming. I'm at the top of arousal mountain and more than ready to climb aboard the train for Bang Town.
"I want you. All of you," I breathe as my cheeks burn. In fact, my whole body feels like it's on fire. "Please."
Spencer looks at Zak. "Tie her arms, then pass me the rope to tie her legs.
" He gives me a slow perusal from head to toe as Zak rounds the table.
"Any other time, I might not want to reward your begging right away, but I'll make an exception because I've been thinking about how good it would feel to sink inside you since the moment I first smelled you. "
My skin tingles everywhere he looks at me, as if his stare is as good as a physical caress. We're connected by the invisible strings of fate, and I can feel those strings pulling us closer with every passing second.
They're meant to touch me.
They belong inside me.
"Lean back, baby girl," Zak puts a hand on my collarbone to gently guide me backward until my lower back is flat on the table, my shoulders kiss the edge, my head hangs off, and my arms dangle.
He kneels down to gather each of my arms in turn, working quickly to tie the surprisingly soft rope around each wrist and binding them to the legs on either side of the table. Then, he passes the rope under the table to Spencer.
There's a rustling sound around my lower body, but I can't lift my head enough to see Spencer or Freddie anymore. A moment later, my buttery-soft leggings and lace panties are stripped down my legs, and I'm left completely naked to their wandering gazes.
Zak kisses my lips quickly before disappearing to join the others.
My breathing becomes shallow as Spencer takes great care to tie each of my ankles to the last two table legs, leaving me spread completely open on display for them.
"I knew you liked being tied up," he says before placing a trail of soft kisses along my inner thigh.
I whimper at the sensation of the stubble on his jawline dragging across my sensitive skin. Even though I'm desperate for him to put his mouth directly between my legs, he doesn't rush anything. He takes his time kissing me everywhere else.
A hand caresses my breasts, and after a moment, I'm sure the hand belongs to Zak.
I can't believe this is finally happening.
"Let me help you," Freddie says. I'm not sure what he's talking about, but a moment later Spencer stops kissing my thighs, and I hear an unmistakable slurping sound.
Not being able to see the action drives me crazy. I writhe against the table, desperate to get more for myself than a teasing touch.
I let out a soft whine.
Everyone stills. The room falls silent for a moment.
"Come here, baby girl," Zak says. The next thing I know, he comes around to this side of the table again and kisses me. The kiss is passionate and satisfying enough to distract me for a few minutes, until Freddie seems to have successfully helped Spencer get ready for me.
Spencer steps between my legs, and I feel his large cock press against my slit. He's hard as a rock and damp from Freddie's saliva. I swear I can feel my heartbeat thumping in my pussy as I try to wiggle closer to him.