“You’re doing so good. You own me, don’t you?” I whisper against her hair.
She nods against my chest, her body pliant as she falls asleep. I hold her against my body, loving that she feels safe in heat to sleep like this.
Lain scratches the back of his neck before shrugging. He knows that as soon as my knot releases her, she’ll be awake again, searching for more relief.
The door clicks open and Callum looks at the three of us like naughty children. He puts down the massive tray of food before he starts whisper-complaining.
“What the fuck did I say? She needs to eat something that isn’t cock,” Callum says, which is apparently the wrong thing, because the words just have Lain covering his mouth while he silently laughs. “Oh, I’m sorry, is our Omega’s health not a concern to you, Lain?”
“Fucking hell, mate. I forgot what a little chef tyrant you can be during heat. Worse than ever it seems,” Lain tells him with a grin.
“Oh, so you don’t want any tattie scones then?”
“I didn’t say that,” Lain says, completely fucking naked, going to grab a tattie scone, and Callum slaps his hand away.
“She was hurting and begging and we didn’t know how long you’d be. Did you want us to just sit here while she was in pain?” Lain counters and Callum sighs, stepping away from the food and coming to look at where Maisie lies on top of me.
“Don’t you dare wake her up, Callum,” I say and he rolls his eyes.
“Her smoothie is going to get all watery and then she won’t want it,” he argues, which isn’t a lie. It happened the last time. She took a sip of the smoothie at Callum’s insistence and she promptly spat it out because it had melted too much.
Callum sits on the nest bed, rubbing Maisie’s back along with me and for the first time in a long time it truly feels like my best friend Callum was back.
“Maisie, you need to eat something,” he says, and almost on cue, her stomach garbles against my own. Callum raises an eyebrow at me like ‘I told you so’.
The Omega buries her face against my chest as if to hide from Callum, but she must be hungry enough, because her big, beautiful eyes blink open.
“There we go,” Callum says, directing the straw to her mouth.
She takes a sip, but she also grinds her pussy against my pelvis and knot, making me groan.
“That’s good. It will make you feel so much better,” Callum says, encouraging her.
Maisie moans, pulling away from the straw, and Callum tsks at her. “Drink more and I’ll give you more,” he tells her.
She seems suspicious, not drinking from the straw as Callum shifts a hand to her backside. It takes me a moment to figure out what he’s doing until I feel the added pressure of his fingers stretching her hole.
I curse and Maisie moans, her mouth back on the straw as she takes my knot and Callum’s fingers at the same time.
“You need to be fucked here, don’t you?” Callum asks Maisie; she just hums around the straw until she can’t take it anymore.
She pulls away from the straw to kiss me. Her tongue swipes against mine and she tastes like strawberry and banana. Another orgasm is building up. Callum must sense it too. We moan into each other’s mouths as her pussy clenches around my knot and Callum’s fingers.
Callum seems proud of himself when she shatters apart on top of me.
Gently, he removes his fingers from Maisie and heads to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Lain blessedly brings over a plate of food for me to eat off of and kisses the top of our Omega’s head.
“You should be real proud of yourself, lass. Got all of us wrapped around your pretty little fingers, don’t ya?” he says.
Maisie makes a noise of contentment, nestling back into my arms. Lain tosses a sheet over her body to cover her, but not overheat her.
“Kind of amazing how much heat a wee thing like her can radiate,” he says and I nod.
The moment she’s content and we aren’t knotted together I’m going to need a cool shower.
Callum comes back to the nest, a frown on his face as he glances down at his phone.
