Page 108 of A Nest of Maple & Mist

“Until the next spike hits,” I added.

FORTY

TY

The last forty-eight hours had been a marathon I mistakenly sprinted through. We didn’t know how long Mia’s heat would last.

For most omegas, it usually ended on day three or four. But this was Mia’s first heat. Since it was delayed a few years from her presenting, Jason suspected this first one might last anywhere from five to seven days.

I groaned, staring at the outline of my poor dick in my boxers. Parts of my body ached that I didn’t know existed. My forehead thudded against the cabinets, making them shudder.

Mia’s omega had been absolutely relentless. When Jason called her a “tiny terror,” it’d been meant as a joke. Now I wasn’t so certain. She’d spent two days refusing anything that wasn’t a cock.

When the fever peaked, she was a whirlwind of grabbing hands and desperate whimpers, dragging us back until we gave her what she wanted.

I managed to sneak out a few minutes ago while she was in a temporary sated stupor, passed out on top of Jason’s chest, still knotted with him. Whenever one of us tried to leave the nest while she was awake, she let out a heart-wrenching series of sobs.

My legs wobbled as I meandered into the kitchen. I scavenged through the kitchen, collecting bottles of water, protein bars, and nuts—anything I thought she’d not swat away like a petulant child.

Carefully balancing everything in my arms, I made my way back up to the nest. It didn’t matter how tired, sore, or exhausted I was, I’d do anything for Mia. And whatever I felt, I knew it was ten times worse for her.

I cracked open the door, assaulted by the scent of Mia’s arousal. My cock gave a weak twitch. I paused at the foot of the bed, the food and water balanced precariously in my arms.

Mia sat on her knees in the center of the nest, her curls a wild halo behind her. Shane had tried braiding it multiple times, but Mia kept tugging it loose. So, he gave up.

“Beta,” she gasped, launching herself off the bed with flailing limbs.

The water bottles rolled over the floor, the protein bars and jar of nuts hitting with a thud. My arms encircled her waist, catching her before she tumbled onto the floor, taking me with her.

“Oof,” I grunted, sliding my hands under her ass.

“Need you.” She shivered, her skin slick with sweat. “Beta. Now. Fuck me. It hurts. It hurts so much.”

Tiny fingers tugged at the waistband of my boxers. While I’d spent the last two days fucking Mia’s mouth and eating her pretty pussy, I hadn’t had sex with her. Shane and Jason took turns giving her the knots she so desperately needed. It was the only thing that eased her pain.

“Mia. Sweetheart,” I whispered, gently lowering her back onto the bed. “I don’t have what you need. You need your alphas.”

Sharp nails dug into my shoulders with surprising strength as she tried to force me where she wanted me. A warning growl shook her full breasts.

“Do you need your beta, Little Omega?”

Jason sat bare-chested and dark-eyed, watching us while propped against the headboard, one thick arm resting behind his head. My tongue darted out, wetting my lips. His cock bobbed between his muscled thighs—hard and thick and leaking.

Those predatory eyes stayed locked on me—roaming over my body—as he slid a hand into the tangle of Mia’s hair, forcing her to look at him.

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her voice a reedy whine. She wiggled her bum against my thighs, the friction making me hiss through my teeth. “I want my beta, Alpha.”

“You heard her, Ty. Now be a good boy and give your omega what she wants.”

The unflinching command washed over me like a summer rain, the warmth of it banishing my niggling doubt. I nodded, swallowing as I tugged off my briefs.

My length hardened at the gorgeous sight she made. The blanket bunched up under me as I knelt on the bed.

“On your stomach, Omega. Would you like your alpha to fuck your beta into you?”

My jaw dropped as I choked on an incoherent sound. She nodded, giggling with glee as she obeyed her Apex. That perfect peach of an ass arched into the air as she splayed her chest out on the bed.

Jason didn’t move, content to stay where he was, petting Mia’s mane of hair while fisting his own cock.