Page 167 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“Take my cock, Sweet Girl. Get me all nice and hard for when your omega needs to be fucked.” I lowered it into her mouth, and she sucked on it. “Anyone can come whenever they want, as much as they need to, when we’re here in the nest. No need to ask.”
Just in case anyone needed that reassurance.
“Alpha, I want your knot,” Dean whined as he fucked Verity.
“I’m right here.” I planted a kiss on Verity’s cheek as I withdrew my cock from her sweet lips. “Thank you for warming me up.”
As I got behind Dean, I kissed his spine. “I’m going to knot you so good while you have our girl.”
I reached out and squeezed Verity’s hand as I entered Dean. Pleasure overwhelmed the bond. Putting my hands on his hips, I took my sweet omega, kissing our bond mark. He was my love. My heart.
And her…
She filled a part of me I didn’t even know was missing.
“Alpha, Alpha, I want your knot,” Grif called.
AJ came running. “I’m right here, Boo-Boo.”
“Alpha, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dean cried.
“Kitten,” Grif gasped as he leaned over and kissed Dean, AJ seating himself in him.
I felt that. Well, I guess shecouldlock two cocks at once.
“Knot me, Alpha.” Dean broke off his kiss with Grif, then kissed me like he was going to swallow my soul.
“Always.” Kissing him back with the same intensity, I gave him my knot.
His scent intensified, taking on a tone that was almost cloying. Yep, that’s what he needed to fully go into heat. His nest, Verity, and Grif.
What we’d seen had been nothing. It was a good thing we were now all together.
Chapter Fifty-One
Dean
“It’s still not right.” I frowned at my nest as I repositioned a blanket. While I was in the shower with Grif and Jonas,someonehad changed the sheets.
Now everything was wrong.
Wrong, I tell you.
Next to me, Grif repositioned a few things, looking proud of himself, as he sat back on his heels, completely naked. “Much better.”
“Yes. But it still needs something.” Closing my eyes, I sniffed. Did it at least smell right?
No, it didn’t.
Grif put an arm around me. “What about the other bag?”
“Other bag?” I opened my eyes and looked around the nest. Pillows. Waters. Lube. Snacks.
“It’s over here, Hot Stuff, by the ottoman,” Verity said from outside the nest. “Ow.”
Ow?Who hurt my little alpha?
I climbed out of the nest. A bag of things sat by the giant ottoman. Things that smelled like pack. Like love.
