Page 83 of Knot Just Their Nanny
My rut is urging me to claim my omega. Guiding my cock between her spread legs as Ben cups her face tenderly and leans down to whisper something that makes her smile through the pain of her heat. Whatever it is he’s said, it’s exactly what she needs to hear because she relaxes slightly—a beautiful trust given over to us.
I slide into her slowly, savouring the sensation of being fully sheathed in her soaking wet pussy. The tightness, the slick, her heat—it’s exquisite. She purrs softly, her body accepting me, gripping me with her need as I growl possessively back at her.
Each thrust is measured and deep, designed to stoke the fire of her heat even further.
I’m lost in the feeling of being so intimately connected with her again. Zara gasps softly beneath me, and I know I need to be gentle yet steady to give her what she needs.
Ben slides one hand down, finding her clit and rubbing gently in circles that have Zara arching towards us, seeking more contact. She’s close to coming undone. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and it drives me insane with the need to follow her over that edge.
Her breath catches with every push, and I can feel my knot starting to swell. Ben’s hands never stop moving over her skin, worshipping every inch of her as if she were the rarest treasure.
I set a rhythm that’s all give and take, pulling purrs from Zara that drive me. I pound into her, needing to feel more of her, always, just like this. Her slick has soaked my dick, and it’s bliss. Pure and utter bliss. The blankets under us are soaked with her slick, and the other alphas cum, but it doesn’t stop either of us from chasing that high that comes with my knot.
Ben moves closer, his lips brushing Zara’s ear as he whispers assurances that we’re here for her, that she’s ours, and we’re hers—in all the ways that matter. It’s not just bodies entwined, but lives and futures, too.
Henry slides in on her other side, reassuring her we are all still here.
As I thrust into her again, my knot expands completely and locks us together. Zara cries out, a mixture of relief and ecstasy washing over her features as another orgasm ripples through her as I dump my cum deep inside her, hoping to impregnate her.It’s a wild thought. One I’ve never been interested in before, but this, with her, is pure, honest, gorgeous. She is forever.
We stay locked like that for a while – joined together in the most intimate way possible. Ben’s hand is still on her, now softly caressing her skin as she comes down from her high. Henry is whispering words of affirmation, his touch gentle and adoring on the other side of her. She’s surrounded by care and love, and it’s exactly what she needs.
Eventually, my knot deflates enough to pull out gently. She winces slightly, but there’s a satisfied smile on her lips, and that makes everything worth it. I flop down beside her, spent but fulfilled, watching as Ben leans in for another kiss, sweet and lingering this time.
Henry leans down and kisses her forehead softly before murmuring, “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.”
We shuffle around to make space as Ben carefully scoops Zara into his arms and stands with effortless grace. He carries her off towards the bathroom while Henry and I strip the bed of the soaked blankets.
I grab some fresh linen from the cupboard and start making the nest whilst Henry heads to the kitchen for a glass of water for Zara. It’s these small gestures of care that knit us even tighter together. Omegas may be known for their need during heats, but what is less talked about is how much they give back to their alphas in trust and love. She’s the heart of our home, and we orbit around her—each of us warmed by her presence. Standing back as I scrutinise my handiwork, I realise that it’s not perfect. She will want it the way she wants it, and that’s fine. But we’re not having her nest in drenched bedding, so it will do until she comes back and organises it herself. After three knots, she should be lucid for a while. Enough to see to her omega needs for nesting and refuelling.
Sitting back as Henry returns, we wait, knowing Ben will take advantage of the alone time with her, and that’s also fine. Great, even. He needs this as much as she does, and it warms my heart to see him truly happy for the first time since I can’t remember when.
Chapter 47
Zara
As Ben runs the shower for me, I lean into his chest, the warm water a beautiful backdrop. His arms are secure around me, and it’s just us in this little bubble of peace. The pain of my heat has subsided for now, replaced by this bone-deep contentment that spreads through me.
“Feeling better?” he asks, his voice low and gentle.
I nod against him, too wrapped up in this moment of tranquillity to speak. It’s just Ben and me, and the quiet understanding that what we have has moved well and truly passed being just his nanny and onto something irrevocably more special. Mind you, I knew that the second I purred at him.
Smiling up at him, his towering height making me feel safe and secure in this tiled cubicle, the water cascades over us, washing away the remnants of our earlier activities. His touch is worshipful as he lathers shampoo into my hair, massaging my scalp in a way that has me moaning softly in pleasure.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” he murmurs as he rinses the suds from my hair.
I believe him. In every touch, every look, I feel valued and cherished. With Ben, Henry, and Liam—all my alphas—there’s a sense of belonging I’ve never known before.
He washes my body with the same reverence he showed my hair, his fingers skimming over my skin as if memorising every inch. There’s no rush, no urgency; just the steady, loving attention that says I’m his in all the ways that matter. His cock stirs as my hand brushes against him. I grip him loosely, telling him with that one action that I want him right here, right now, and he groans, a mix of surprise and raw need buzzing in the air around us. His eyes darken, and his lips capture mine in a searing kiss, one that is filled with a hunger that is never fully satiated.
His erection presses against me insistent, and I know this is more than just the heat and the rut; it’s an affirmation of our connection. Ben lifts me up, my legs wrap around his waist as the water pours over us, an elemental force matching our passion. He enters me slowly, our wet bodies crashing together with the force of it.
It’s slower this time, more about emotion than the wildness of before. His thrusts are deliberate and deep, each one pulling a sigh or a moan from my lips.
Ben’s hand finds mine against the tile and he laces our fingers together, an anchor in the slippery heat. He kisses me—deeply, thoroughly—as if he can pour every ounce of his feelings into that one act. Maybe he can because I feel it down to my toes, sparking through me like lightning.
“You feel so fucking good,” he breathes against my lips.
The walls of the shower echo with the sound of our combined moans, the steam growing thicker around us as our heat builds. There’s no holding back—the intensity of the moment strips away all inhibitions.
