Page 93 of Knot in Bloom
They’ve transformed it into paradise. A massive mattress on the floor dominates the space, piled high with blankets and pillows in every soft texture imaginable. The lighting is warm and gentle, candles flickering on the dresser. Their scents permeate everything—cedar, sandalwood, and bergamot mixing into something that smells like pack, like safety, like home.
“You did this for me,” I breathe, walking slowly into the space they created.
“We did this for us,” Reid corrects, his hands settling on my waist from behind. “This is where we’re going to build our life together.”
I touch one of the pillows, soft cashmere that must have cost more than I make in a week. Everything here is chosen with care, with love, with the understanding of what an omega needs to feel safe during claiming.
“It’s incredible,” I whisper, then turn to face them. The ache between my thighs is building again, but now it’s mixed with something deeper. Emotional need alongside the physical. “This is really ours?”
“Really ours,” Caleb confirms, moving closer until I’m surrounded by all three of them. “The deed has your name on it too. We made sure of that.”
My name. On a deed. With theirs. The permanence of it makes my throat tight with emotion even as fresh slick dampens my borrowed clothes.
“I can’t believe you did all this,” I say, overwhelmed by their thoughtfulness.
“We wanted to give you something worthy of what you’re giving us,” Levi says softly. “Your trust. Your heart. Your future.”
The words break something open in my chest. “I love you,” I whisper, meaning it with every fiber of my being. “All of you. So much.”
“We love you too,” Reid says, his mouth finding the sensitive spot behind my ear. “More than you know.”
The combination of emotion and returning arousal makes me sway on my feet. The nest calls to me with biological imperative—the need to be surrounded by soft things and alpha scents while I’m claimed properly.
“Into the nest,” Caleb says gently, reading my need. “Let us take care of you the way you deserve.”
I climb onto the massive nest gratefully, immediately surrounded by their combined scents embedded in every blanket and pillow. My omega biology purrs with satisfaction at being in a proper nesting space, finally safe to surrender completely.
“This feels right,” I say, settling back against the mountain of pillows. “Like this is where I’m supposed to be.”
“You are,” Reid says, settling beside me on the bed. “This is exactly where you’re supposed to be.”
They surround me again, hands gentle but possessive as they strip away my borrowed clothes. In the soft candlelight, with their scents wrapping around me like the world’s most loving embrace, I finally feel ready for what comes next.
“Claim me,” I whisper, meaning it with every fiber of my being. “All of you. Make me yours completely.”
“We will,” Caleb promises, his mouth finding my throat. “But first, let us worship you properly in the nest we built just for this moment.”
As they begin their sweet assault on my senses once again, in the space they created with such love and care, I know I’m exactly where I belong.
This is just the beginning of forever.
Chapter 27
Levi
Watching Sadie settle into the nest we prepared is like witnessing poetry come to life.
She moves through the soft blankets with natural grace. Her honeysuckle and vanilla scent blooms richer as she finds her spot among the textures we chose for her. The candlelight catches the gold in her hair. When she looks up at us with trust and want in her hazel eyes, my chest tightens.
This is really happening. She’s here. Choosing us. Ready for claiming.
The heat is taking her now. I can see it in the way her pupils dilate. How her skin flushes pink from throat to chest. Her movements become restless, needy, as biology overrides conscious thought.
She doesn’t answer when I tell her she looks like she belongs in the nest. Just whimpers softly and burrows deeper into the soft textures. One hand presses against her lower belly where the emptiness aches.
“Hurts,” she whispers. The word barely coherent. “Empty. Need...”
She reaches for me with shaking fingers. Can’t complete the sentence as heat steals her ability to form complete thoughts. The desperation in that single word makes every alpha instinct I have roar to life.
