Page 111 of A Nest of Maple & Mist

“You’re next heat, baby girl,” I assured her.

I held her tight, letting my purr settle her until the frantic sobs turned into exhausted hitches.

Drool dried on my chest; my omega was passed out on top of me, my half-inflated knot still locked inside her pussy.

I must have dozed off, because when I blinked my eyes open again, the light in the room had shifted to a bruised indigo. My neck cracked, and it took a moment before I realized the supple weight on my chest was no longer there.

A breathless gasp bounced off the walls. I blinked, my vision tunneling on the sight at the foot of the bed. Ty’s face was buried between Mia’s thighs, her legs tossed over his shoulders as his fingers kneaded the creamy expanse of skin near her center.

Blood thundered in my ears, my heart skipping a beat. I fisted my cock, pumping it with languid strokes as I watched my beta eat my cum out of our omega’s pussy. His tongue lapped over her slit in methodical movements before dipping into her dripping entrance.

Her back bowed as her fingers tangled in Ty’s mussed hair. He drank from her like she was the only source of water in a desert, his tongue working her into a frenzy.

“Ty,” she breathed, her hips giving a small, involuntary twitch.

“Go back to sleep, sweet girl,” Ty murmured against her sensitive skin, his voice a dark, velvet caress. “I’m just cleaning you up.”

I reached around, cupping her breast and pulling her tighter against me, watching over her shoulder as Ty continued to worship her, making sure not a single drop escaped his talented mouth.

FORTY-TWO

MIA

The fire in my blood retreated like waves going out with the shore.

For the first time in days, I didn’t want to gnaw on my bones. Exhaustion replaced the frantic need.

Images from my heat blurred. All I remembered clearly was running through the woods and Jason catching me.

After that, it was a haze.

My lashes fluttered, the room a swirl of colors. My eyes ached. Was that even possible? I didn’t know eyeballs could hurt. My limbs stretched out, my knees popping as my toes flexed in the mess of blankets tangled around my feet.

“There she is.”

Confident lips melded with mine in a chaste, grounding kiss. Jason’s brilliant blue eyes twinkled back at me like polished sapphires. I perfumed, resting my head over his heart, lulled by the steady thump mixing with the rumble of his intoxicating purr.

Words lodged behind my sternum. I opened my mouth multiple times, but no sound came. Another purr hummed along the knobs of my spine, Shane’s rough hand skating over my hip as his lips rested along the shell of my ear.

“Time to get you cleaned up, sweetheart.”

Ty pecked the tip of my nose, and I grinned.

He popped off the bed, his glorious ass fully on display as he disappeared into the bathroom. Water hammered on porcelain in the distance.

“Come on, baby girl.”

I spread my arms, sighing as Jason lifted me. The deep hum of their purrs vibrated the room as Jason carried me toward the ensuite. Shane slid in before us, crouching to collect bottles from under the sink.

He knelt beside the custom tub big enough to fit all of us, adding bubbles and oils while Ty piled fresh, fluffy towels on the vanity.

None of them seemed bothered by my lack of talking. I couldn’t stop smiling. And every time one of my boys met my grin, they returned it, radiating so much love it made my chest ache.

When Jason lowered me into the soapy water, I released a shaky breath. I hadn’t realized how sore I was. My limbs loosened, knots unfurling from the base of my neck all the way down to my calves.

Water sloshed over the sides as Jason, Ty, and Shane joined me. Ty slid in behind me, massaging shampoo into my scalp. Shane lathered a sponge with expensive, unscented soap. He moved with such reverence, washing the dried slick, cum, and grime from my skin.

I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. All I felt was safe and protected and cherished. My fingers splayed over my sternum as I focused on the rhythmic beat thumping against my ribs.