23. Olive #2
The atmosphere in the room shifts from relaxed downtime to absolute, devoted focus. Their scents spike, turning dark and possessive. They smell my heat, and their Alpha instincts rise to the surface to answer the call.
Finn reaches me first. His towering frame blocks out the sunlight from the windows. He steps into my personal space, inhaling the sweet scent rolling off my skin.
"Your heat is starting." His voice drops into a raw, vibrating rumble.
"I know." I offer a content smile. The hormones blur the edges of my rational thoughts, turning my focus toward their broad shoulders and large hands.
Malcolm steps up right behind Finn. He reaches out and scoops me into his strong arms, lifting me off the floor with zero effort.
"We have you." Malcolm presses a kiss to my forehead.
I wrap my arms around his thick neck and rest my head against his collarbone. Lawrence and Victor flank us, forming a protective wall as Malcolm carries me down the long hallway toward the master suite.
The thick blackout curtains seal the room in comfortable, cool shadows.
The oversized California King bed sits in the center of the floor. My nest dominates the mattress. The guys spent the past month helping me build it. Mountains of plush pillows, thick down comforters, and their worn, sweat-scented practice jerseys create a perfect, structured nest of comfort.
Malcolm sets me down in the very center of the blankets.
I sink into the softness. The combined scent of the pack rises from the fabric, wrapping me in a cocoon of absolute safety.
Lawrence walks into the room carrying a silver tray.
He sets it on the bedside table. A pitcher of ice water, clean glasses, and a bowl of sliced strawberries sit ready for the marathon ahead.
He pours a glass of water and brings it to my lips, making sure I stay hydrated before the fever takes over.
Victor sits on the edge of the mattress right behind me. He reaches out and begins massaging my tense shoulders. His large, calloused hands work the knots out of my back with firm, soothing pressure. He presses warm kisses to the nape of my neck.
Finn drops to his knees near the edge of the bed. He rests his hands on my denim-clad thighs.
The dynamic feels flawless. No jealousy exists between them. They share the space and the caretaking duties with seamless synchronization.
I reach up and wrap my fingers around Victor's wrists, stopping his massage. I look around the dim room, meeting each of their gazes. The intense throb in my core begs for friction, but I need to finish the conversation I started in the living room.
"I want the bonding marks." I keep my voice steady, fighting the haze of my approaching heat. "I want them tonight."
Malcolm pauses near the foot of the bed. His dark eyes lock onto mine. "Olive, you don't need to rush this for a hospital job. We can provide for you. You never have to work another day in your life."
"It isn't about the money, Mal." I reach out and grab his large hand.
"I know you guys can buy me anything I want.
But taking care of those kids fulfills me.
I love the work I do. I love helping them through the hardest times in their lives.
You can't provide that internal fulfillment for me. But you can help me get my job back."
I take a shaky breath, the sweet scent of my own apple pie thick in the air.
"Susan explained the laws to me today." I look at the four of them. "If compatible, scent-matched Alphas give me a permanent bonding mark, my scent profile changes. Unbonded Alphas won't ever smell my heat again. The hospital liability disappears, and they can rehire me."
The room stays quiet, the weight of my words settling over the bed.
"But I don't want the marks just to appease an HR department or get my badge back." I look at Finn, then Lawrence, then Victor, and back to Malcolm. "I want them because I love you. All of you. I want to belong to this pack forever. I want the world to know I'm yours."
Silence stretches across the master suite.
Finn lets out a ragged, uneven breath. His dark eyes shine with intense, overwhelming emotion.
Lawrence drops his confident smirk, his expression turning reverent and awestruck.
Victor presses his forehead against the back of my neck, his broad shoulders trembling.
Malcolm squeezes my hand, a deep, vibrating growl rumbling in his chest.
"We love you, Olive." Malcolm speaks for the pack, his voice thick with devotion. "We want nothing more than to claim you."
The last lingering doubt in my mind evaporates. Total surrender washes over me.
Finn reaches for the hem of my white tank top and pulls it over my head, tossing it onto the floor. He unbuttons my denim jeans, sliding them down my legs and taking my slick-soaked underwear with them. I lie naked in the center of the nest, my skin flushed a deep, feverish red.
The guys shed their clothes in a frantic rush. Shirts, jeans, and boxer briefs hit the carpet.
Four towering, muscular men surround me. Their thick cocks stand at rigid attention, leaking pre-come from the heads. The distinct, engorged knots at the base of their shafts swell in response to my sweet scent.
I want to taste them. I want to touch every inch of them.
I sit up on my knees in the center of the nest. I reach out and grab Malcolm and Lawrence. I wrap my right hand around Malcolm's thick shaft. His golden skin feels hot and smooth. I pump my fist up and down his length, smearing his slick pre-come over his sensitive tip.
Malcolm groans, his hips bucking forward into my grip.
I lean toward Lawrence. I take his thick, dark cock into my mouth. I slide my lips down his shaft, taking him deep. He tastes salty.
"Fuck, sweetheart." Lawrence twists his hands into the blankets, his knees buckling a fraction.
I suck him with an unyielding rhythm, swirling my tongue over the sensitive ridge of his cock while my right hand continues to stroke Malcolm.
Finn settles his face between my spread thighs. He presses his mouth against my dripping pussy, his tongue diving straight into my wetness. I gasp around Lawrence's cock. Finn delivers long, devastating strokes over my swollen clit. He drinks my slick with greedy, starving groans.
Victor kneels next to me. He watches the three of us with dark eyes. He strokes his own cock, his knuckles turning white from the tight grip.
I pull my mouth off Lawrence, leaving his shaft shining with my spit.
I turn toward Victor. I reach out and trace his hard abdominal muscles.
I replace his hand with mine, wrapping my fingers around his pale, thick length.
I stroke him fast and hard. I lean forward and suck his balls into my mouth, teasing the sensitive skin with my tongue.
Victor throws his head back, a fierce snarl tearing from his throat.