Page 95 of Into the Fire: After
My heart jolted.
It’s go time.
“You want my boxers for your nest, Omega?”
She nodded, beyond words.
Fuck, my little laundry gremlin was so goddamncute.
I kicked my underroos off, and her greedy hands snatched them up before she darted from the room.
Already fully nude.
Lin slept on his stomach beside me, and I slapped his ass to wake him up.
“Let’s go, Alpha,” I said, scooting to the edge of the bed. “We have a nest to christen.”
Wefourhadtherestraint of saints, waiting at the bottom of the stairs until Taryn finished arranging our various belongings about her nest as she wanted. Her heightened scent wafted down to us, still strong enough to trigger all three alphas' pheromones. All of us mussed with sleep, we men bare-chested (and, in my case, bare-everythinged), Brea in a threadbare sleep shirt that barely fell to the tops of her thighs. Three in the morning or not, though, there wasn't an ounce of sleepiness in any bonds or scents. Only anticipation. Excitement.
At fucking last, the pocket door at the top of the narrow stairway opened, and my omega whined.
My. Fucking. Name.
Lin nudged me, perfect dark hair falling over his temple and a smug smirk on his lips. “We’re right behind you.”
Didn’t have to tell me twice.
I took the steps two at a time, racing toward my fevered, sinful-smelling omega. Fuck, she was exquisite. Perfect breastsalready peaked with want, pink her chest and cheeks, a tuft of dark hair disappearing between her legs.
“I’m here, baby.” At the top step, I forced myself to pause. “May we enter your nest, sweetness?”
Taryn nodded, and I dove across the threshold. Took her face in my hands. Covered her blazing hot lips with mine. She sighed beneath me, tugging me deeper into her nest.
My hands shook with adrenaline, with the last vestiges of patience I had. Hers was my only missing bond. I craved it like water in a desert. I needed to feel her under my skin, inside my heart and mind. Literally zero space between us because our very essences were merged.
The sounds of the alphas trailing into the room, undressing and double-checking our supply stock and locking the nest doors—a detail all five of us had agreed on—felt so much further away than ten feet. My head swam with omega. My mouth watered to taste her sweet skin. Her nectar. Her blood. My hands were starved for her, to touch every bit of her.
“How d’you want me, Omega?” I asked. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”
She pushed me onto my back on the floor, straddling me and laying atop me before swiping her tongue up the column of my throat.
Half-mast became a full one in an instant.
I twisted my hand in her hair, turning her face back toward me so I could plunge my tongue inside her mouth, fill and claim her. She purred, the sound of it like opium.
Last time around, I’d been the Beta Butler. Stepping in when needed or desired, but generally looking after the alphas and omega. To be first in line, the first one to sate my omega in her heat, the one shechoseto take first.
It was everything.
My other hand dropped to her hanging breast, relishing the weight of it in my palm as my fingers pinched her nipple. I rolled it in between, and Taryn rolled her hips against my erect cock.
“Fuck, beautiful,” I murmured into her mouth. “Such a good girl, wetting me with her slick.”
“Brooks,” she whispered like it was the only word she knew. Another sinful roll, already so saturated that a droplet ran down my inner thigh.
Craning my neck to take her nipple in my mouth, I skated my hands down her sides until they could grab her ass. I kneaded, and she moaned. Both of us panted by the time I spread her open wide and dragged her along my length again and again.
Waiting to plunge inside her was agony, but the glide of her was ecstasy.
