"You're drenched," he says, low and thick.
"That's the heat," I gasp.
"The heat." He strokes me slowly, fingers sliding through wet heat, and my hips buck against his hand. "You."
I grab his wrist to anchor myself, because the combination of Knox's fingers, Arthur's mouth, Mason's hands and all three scents saturating the nest is threatening to disintegrate me and we've barely started.
"More," I say. It comes out ragged and desperate. "More, please, Knox,more—"
He presses two fingers inside me and curls them. My vision whites out.
The orgasm hits me like a wave I didn't see coming. I cry out and Mason catches me, pulling me back against his chest, his arms wrapped around me while I shake apart. Arthur's mouth finds mine and swallows the sounds I'm making. Knox doesn't stop moving his fingers until I'm gasping and clutching at all of them.
"That was fast," Knox says, his voice low.
My face is on fire. "Everything's—more. During heat, everything's just—"
"More," Arthur finishes, pressing his lips to my temple. I whimper.
Mason shifts behind me. I feel him, hard and insistent against my lower back, and my body responds with a fresh wave of need.
"Mason," I breathe.
"I'm here."
"I need you. I need—" I turn in his arms and the kiss I give him is graceless, frantic and he takes it all. His hands grip my hips. I reach between us and find him through his pants. He groans into my mouth.
"Off," I say, tugging at fabric. "Everything off. All of you. Why is anyone still wearing clothes?"
There's a brief, slightly chaotic intermission while three grown alphas attempt to undress in a nest without destroying it. Knox catches his foot on a blanket wall and steadies himself against the headboard. Arthur unbuttons his pants with that infuriating slowness that makes me want to jump him. Mason strips efficiently, like he's been training for this specific moment.
And then.
Three alphas. Bare. In my nest. Surrounded by blankets that smell like all of us.
My omega brain does something it's never done before. Itpurrs, and not metaphorically. An actual sound vibrates up frommy chest, low and content and involuntary, and all three of them go still.
"Someone's happy," Mason says softly, and the tenderness in his voice almost undoes me once more.
"I purred because my omega likes showing her alphas what she likes," I correct, pulling him toward me as I say it, lying back against the pillow wall and bringing him over me.
He settles between my thighs and the weight of him presses me into the layers of blankets and scent and softness and my body opens for him.
"Beth." His forehead touches mine. "Look at me."
I do. His eyes are amber and earnest and completely wrecked.
"I've got you," he says.
He pushes into me and the sound that comes out of both of us fills the room.
He's big. I knew he would be but the stretch is overwhelming in the best possible way, and the heat amplifies every nerve ending until I can feel him everywhere.
"Oh my god," I whisper.
"Okay?" He holds perfectly still, the effort visible in the tension of his jaw, the cords of his neck.
"If you stop I will never forgive you."
