I’m sure Charlie can feel his mate’s excitement flitting through him, especially if it’s anything like mine. I’ve been looking forward to connecting with Oli since that moment in the airport when he protected me. He was so strong and commanding, using his body like a shield against the threat that dared to come near.
Between him and Rhett, I feel almost invincible.
Oli hesitates in the doorway of my nesting room, almost as if he’s scared to enter. “Are you sure?”
I look up at him, and my heart nearly bursts. Deep concern is etched between his brows as his eyes flicker from me to my carefully crafted nest. “Of course, I’m sure.” I tug on his hand, but he doesn’t move.
“I don’t want to ruin it,” he whispers. “You and Charlieput so much work into it.” His deep respect for our nest makes my clit pulse and my heart beat flutter.
“Nests are meant to be lived in, to be a little messy,” I whisper, tugging on his arm again. This time, he steps forward, hesitant but willing, inching toward the big bed frame. “They’re made for omegas to sleep and snuggle in. But more than that,” I pull him to a stop, and turn to face him, “weneedour pack’s scent and seed in the sheets. We need tofeelyou here, to breathe you in even when we’re alone.”
He nods, though uncertainty still shadows his face. I know I’m only a year older than him, but right now I feel like an ancient elder, guiding a wide-eyed kid through his very first rite of passage.
“It’s okay.” My fingers find their way around the back of Oli’s neck, pulling him close. The tall alpha leans down for me, hands settling at my waist. I drop my voice to a throaty purr, and whisper, “I need to smell you all over me.”
That seems to do it.
Oli growls softly, his eyes flashing with something fierce and tender all at once. “Yes, ma’am,” he breathes, lips brushing mine in the briefest, most reverent touch. “I’m simply here to follow your orders.”
My nipples instantly pebble and slick gathers.
I don’t know why, but those wordsthrillme.
The thought of controlling a big, sexy alpha does things to me I didn’t even know I wanted. With Rhett, I listen and obey without question, and I love that certainty. But I also like that I have a little more control with Charlie. I can tease and own him as much as I want. Myrick needs his own kind of control, so I’ve never pushed him. But I’ve never told an alpha what to do before.
How far will Oli let me go?
“You’re waiting for my orders?” I ask softly, needing to hear the words again.
“Yes,” Oli purrs, lips brushing against mine in a gentle, heated touch. I take a quick step back, breaking the contact and making his hand fall away from my hips. He snarls—dark and fierce—but he doesn’t reach for me.
“Take off your clothes.” I narrow my eyes, waiting for him to laugh in my face or issue his own command, but he does neither.
Instead, he smirks, biting his bottom lip like the game has started and he’s never been more excited. Then in one swift movement, he tugs off his shirt and shucks off his pants, standing before me in only a pair of black briefs.
The massive alpha is a masterpiece of strength. He’s broad and sculpted, muscles rolling beneath smooth skin with every slow, deliberate breath. His pecs are firm and defined, cut lines tracing the edges like an artist’s careful strokes. And a deep V dips down toward his waistband, the shadows between each muscle hinting at raw power held beneath the surface.
“Do you want more?” He hooks his thumb in his waistband and tugs ever so slightly.What a tease.
“Yes,” I say firmly, trying to maintain control. But Oli is loving this way too much.
“Yes, ma’am.” He smirks, teasing. Sexy. Then he shoves his briefs down his long, toned legs.
His huge alpha cock is rock hard and jutting straight out at me. Where Rhett’s is long and thick, Oli’s bulges at the base, before narrowing toward the crown. A clear bead of precum pushes from the tip, and my mouth waters.
It’s all so much, and the anticipation is killing me.
I shift, and my slippery folds glide across one another.
“Do you like what you see, omega?” Oli asks, his voice deep and gravelly.
I nod, staring at the soft wrinkles at the bottom of his shaft. They’re from his knot expanding so many times. Oli ruts Charlie constantly. I can even hear them many times throughout the night
“Now what, gorgeous?” Oli asks, palming his balls.
I lick my suddenly very dry lips. “Come closer.” It sounds more like a question, but I set my jaw, making it clear it’s a command.
“Yes, ma’am.” He takes a single step, his cock bobbing as he moves.
