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Ford adjusts his grip on me, supporting my weight with one hand as he cups my face with the other. “Of course I fucking want you, omega. I’m so fucking hard for you right now. But I don’t want the first time I fuck you to be against a wall in our fucking foyer. I want it to be in your nest.”
Oh, yes. My nest. I forgot. “I want to go to my nest.”
Ford smiles at me. “Good. I’m going to give you to Asher and he’s going to take you. The rest of us are going to prepare, okay?”
“Okay.”
Sweet apples and cinnamon hit my nose the second before Asher takes me from Ford. I whimper, but allow him to. He cradles me against this chest bridal style, and I take advantage of the position to unbutton his shirt. My nose wrinkles. “You’re still in the same clothes.”
He glances down at me as he climbs the stairs. “What, angel?”
“You’re still in the same clothes as when you went to…” I swallow thickly, not able to say the words. “You didn’t leave the hospital?”
“Of course not. We wouldn’t leave you. Not again. Never again.” Tears flood my eyes, emotion choking me.
I squeeze my lids closed, fingers trembling against the small patch of skin I’d revealed by unbuttoning his shirt. There’s a moment of weightlessness as Asher tips me, shifting me from his chest onto a soft surface that I sink into. He doesn’t leave me though, instead his entire weight comes down on top of me, pressing me into the cushion. I nuzzle into his neck and his purr rumbles through me, immediately soothing all the emotional stress I’d been feeling.
“You’re okay, angel,” he murmurs into the side of my head. “We have you. We’ll always have you. Especially after tonight. We’ll always be able to find each other. You’ll never be alone.”
I shudder under him, my body soaking in his words and his presence. He’s right. After tonight, we’ll always be together, even if it’s not physically. We’ll be able to feel on another through the bond. And god, do I need that.
My teeth scrape over his neck and he growls, but pulls back, not letting me mark him. “Not yet, angel.”
I whine, and he gives me a stern look. “None of that omega. You need to get your nest ready, and then we’ll get you cleaned up and once all of that is done, we’ll fuck you.” He pecks my lips. “Knot you.” Peck. “Bond you.” Peck. “And then you’ll be ours.”
I whimper as he rolls off of me, trying to keep him where he was. He doesn’t let me, though. Sitting back on his heels, he looks down at me, eyes blazing with so much love. “This is not a rejection, angel. Just a delay. Okay?”
I swallow and then nod before sitting up and looking around. Immediately, the sting I’d been feeling at him not fucking me right now, fades. This nest is fucking perfect. Deep forest green walls and ceiling, cream and gold furniture and cushions, a wall of natural wood shelves full of supplies: food, drinks in a mini fridge, extra blankets, sex toys. Soft plush cream-colored rugs cover the floors. An enormous bed, definitely big enough for all of us, takes up one side of the room. Thick green curtains hang around it so it can be a separate enclosed space if the rest of the room feels too big for me. The lighting is soft, mostly from white twinkle lights strung around the room.
I scramble up from the couch Asher laid me on and hurry to the bed, eyeing the pillows and blankets, before sinking my teeth into my lip and tilting my head. Asher watches as I move back to the shelf and run my hands over the soft goods there. Snatching a cream-colored throw and then two pillows and heading back, just as Jackson comes into the room, carrying an armful of fabric.
I abandon the items I had been carrying and rush over to him, snatching the clothes that smell like my pack from his arms with the same covetous intent as Golem and the one ring. My precious.
Jackson grins at me as he smooths my hair back from my face. “Do you need anything else, baby girl?”
I shake my head, my nose buried in the fabric. “No, just you.”
He presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “Almost time, Vee.”
I give a nod and then spin on my heel. Maybe it’s rude, but my instincts are telling me I have to set up my nest now, because it is almost time, just like Alpha said. I need it to be perfect. I want them to be proud of the nest I’ve built for them, for our pack.
I’m aware of Asher and Jackson watching me for a moment, or their eyes following my moves, but then they murmur something about going to clean up, and I wave them away, my focus entirely on the task at hand.
Rule 31: An omega in heat needs her nest and her alphas
Ford makes me take a shower.
As soon as my nest is finished, he eyes it appreciatively, tells me what a good nest I’d built for them, making me flush with pleasure and pride, and then urges me to the small adjoining bathroom. He leans against the counter with his arms crossed and watches as I soap my body, washing off the stale sweat and slick from the ordeal with Dr. Attersby.
Sometime, I’ll have to come to terms with it, with the violation of my body inflicted on me by someone who was supposed to take care of me. But right now, all I can think about is my pack and what’s coming. Which might be why my fingers dip between my legs to circle my clit as Ford watches.
“Pipsqueak, finish your shower.” There’s an edge of alpha command in his words, just enough to make me pout as I pull my hand away from my needy body, and focus on washing as quickly as I can.
He’s waiting with a giant towel as I step out, wrapping me up in the downy fabric, before lifting me up like a giant burrito, feet dangling, and carrying me back into the nest, where the rest of my pack is waiting.
My heart flutters at that. My pack.
After years of heartbreak and tears, of feeling like they picked someone else over me, I will finally have my happily ever after.
