Page 53 of Bonds and Beasts

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We manage to get Adison into the car and across town to Rosevale Manor without incident, thanks to Officer Wang. We quickly sweep her up the stairs and through the double doors. She's wrapped around Dean, scent-marking every inch of skin she can get her hands on, and he's giving his scent back. We take a sharp left at the entry hall and go through the door that leads down to the nest. It's a room that's never been touched, given that Adison's parents were both alphas, but a big house like this would never be built without one.

The nest space is gorgeous. I remember the pieces picked out from the Nest Store, but this is our first time seeing them assembled the way Adison chose to decorate the space. A golden chandelier hangs in the middle, casting everything in warm light. Red rose wallpaper gives the entire space a dark garden feel. Black and red pillows and blankets of every texture line the floor and the recessed bed space.

Adison, even in her heat-induced fog, turns worried eyes on all of us from Dean's arms. I lean forward, my cheek meeting hers to give her my scent. "This is perfect, Sweetheart. You made this so perfect for us." Her eyes flutter and more perfume fills the air.

I groan along with my packmates. She begins squirming in Dean's hands, pulling at the fabric of her outfit. Poor thing, it must be chafing her. I move to help her out of Dean's grip so she can stand, but the big guy growls at me. I bare my teeth right back at him. For a long moment we stand off against each other, not as packmates but as two alphas wanting the same omega, until Adison lets loose another high omega whine. Her legs draw up and she curls into herself, and I can practically see the heat cramps stabbing through her abdomen. This isn’t just a heat spike. This is the beginning of her biannual heat. Every piece of me feels like it’s vibrating with anticipation.

"She needs to take her clothes off," I grit out at Dean. "We all do. This is uncomfortable for her. We all need to be in her nest." Dean relaxes enough for Adison to stand and we both work together. I peel off her shirt and then help her with her bra, her round, full breasts spilling free the moment I pull the fabric away. Her nipples are already hard little peaks, and I can't help but bend down and suck one into my mouth while palming the other. Dean pulls down her leggings, taking her underwear with them so she can step out. The slick scent of her arousal has my teeth aching and my cock hard in my pants. He comes back up to lap at her.

She whines again, her hand reaching at something behind me. I manage to turn enough to see Bello standing on the phone.

"Why the fuck are you on the phone right now?" Dean snaps.

Bello turns, clicks it off, and throws the phone into a corner. "Letting the production company know we're on heat leave. Letting Mrs. Portridge know we're in here so she knows to leave food and water outside the door three times a day so we don't starve. You know, the little things," he grumbles. But he's already stripping off his shirt and pants as he speaks. Adison whines again and he goes to her instantly, cutting between me and Dean and ignoring our territorial growls.

"I'm sorry, Beauty. I wasn't ignoring you. I wanted to make sure everything was taken care of. You have me." He strokes along her thighs and hips.

Without a command or question she drops to her knees, then spreads forward onto her arms, resting her cheek against the warm softness of the blankets at the bottom of the nest, her hips raised high. Presenting herself like the good omega she is. For a moment, our brains short circuit.

I've read up on omega heats. I've studied nests and biology and customs and instincts. I thought I was ready. But nothing—absolutely nothing—prepared me for the filthy, beautiful pleasure of being in her nest, surrounded by her perfume, with her presented like the gift to our lives that she is.

Bello follows her down and smooths his hand up her spine and through her hair. She sighs and his purr, strong and smoky, starts from the bottom of his chest.

"Who do you want, Beauty? Easton or Dean?"

My heart lurches. Bello is taking the most traditional route of a dominant alpha. He won't knot her until he's ensured that her heat is fully set in and that she's safe. Sometimes heats can go wrong and medical events happen. Most lead alphas have the driving urge to see their omega knotted and fully settled into her heat before they join in.

Adison turns her eyes from him and looks at me through heat-hazed eyes. I fall to my knees behind her, never breaking eye contact.

"Me, omega?" I ask. My cock twitches and I have to grip it to gain some semblance of control.

She keens, high and needy, nodding with frantic desperation.

"Now, Easton. She needs a knot," Bello says firmly.

My fingers run through her folds, finding soaking wetness, and she bucks into my hand. "Is all this slick for us, omega?" She pushes back to find more friction. I swipe through twice, slicking myself in her heat, before lining up at her entrance and pushing in. Her hot warmth squeezes me tight, and I have never known such pleasure. She groans as I work my way to the hilt, bottoming out.

Then I pull back and plunge in again, my knot already half swelling, her perfume wrapped around me like a vice. The pace I set is deep and a little rough. I can feel her walls fluttering already, trying to pull me deeper.

"Easton's going to knot this pretty pussy, Beauty. He's going to take away your pain." Bello promises, pulling on the hair at the base of her skull so he can have better access to her mouth. He kisses her loud and sloppy. My fingers reach around to her clit, rubbing in fast, tight circles. Her grip on me tightens and I know she's close. Every muscle in her body draws taut.

"Give it up for me, baby. Show me how you come on my cock."

She lets loose a choked gasp and clamps around me, milking me. I work my knot into her a little at a time until it pushes past her tight muscles and she cries out, coming around me harder, one wave rolling into the next. I release deep inside her, and she milks me dry until I'm a panting mess.

My grip on her hips will surely leave bruises, so I loosen my hold and run my hands over her skin.

Adison has taken her first knot of her heat. It’s officially begun.

Adison

Everything is hot and hazy and so deliciously good. The pangs in my abdomen have been replaced by full relief, and with that relief has come a little clarity. I can recognize my alphas again, though I still can’t say much. My nerves are sparking with pleasure. I feel Easton's knot recede and he pulls out, his release leaking down my thighs. I slump down, curling into the softness. But as soon as I start to feel the emptiness, the pulsing, cramping pain begins again. Slowly at first, but I know it'll ramp up. I crave that relief again. That perfect pressure of having a cock deep inside me, fucking this feeling away.

I whine. No words are coming. My omega has taken over and even coherent thought feels sluggish and difficult, like I'm in an internal fog. Bello glides his hands over my body and it ebbs some of the sharpness. He's talking to the other alphas in the room, but I can't hear it through the adrenaline and hormones raging through my body. I need more.