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“Isn’t that what an omega wants?” Jack asked.
She shook her head. “I don’t know what another omega might want… But no scents? It is unnatural. My skin itches.”
“Then we had better make some scents.” Jack scooped her up and proceeded me out of the room.
“Will you put me down?” she hissed at him.
“No… One day, I might let you walk around on your own. But for now I like having you in my arms like this.”
Her little growl pleased me, pleased Jack too, for he flashed her a rare, bright smile.
We passed Iffley, who carried a tray laden with a tea service and the wine I’d ordered. I indicated he should follow. Like that, our strange procession headed up the stairs.
My servants watched, eyes wide, mouths open. I wanted to remind them to mind their own business, yet again my omega’s prescience that their lives would change filtered into my conscience. Not just her life, or ours, but that of my entire household. I mentally counted the number of servants I had. Butler, two footmen, housekeeper, three maids, Cook and his assistant. The stable was another matter. Would that be enough? Would I need to hire more?
I brushed those considerations aside: first we must make scents for our omega. Help anoint her nest with cum and slick and the sweet smell of sweat.
My room was neat, clean, and when I took the time to scent it… Bland. That would change.
“This is yours,” I pushed open the door so Jack could carry the sulking Beatrice into the room I’d had converted into an omega’s nest. “This whole house is yours. But this is all yours. None shall enter except at your invitation. Us included.”
“Oh.”
I watched my Vixen, my artist, take in the purpose built nest.
It wasn’t as large as some, perhaps ten feet square with a heavy feather mattress covering most of the floor and stacks of fresh linens on a low chest. But what caught her eye—what should catch every eye—was the large stained-glass window. I’d commissioned William Peckitt to design it, and his workshop had completed the project a month before I’d met her for the first time. On reflection, Fate could be said to have taken an interest in my affairs. As if she knew my omega would be as much a lover of art as I.
Jack gave her a gentle push into the nest. She halted at the very edge of the nest, then took her first tentative step on to the mattress, drawn towards the multi-colour glass. When she reached the window, the Goddess was kind enough for a shaft of sunlight to cut through the clouds and bathe our mate in a kaleidoscope of colour so rich it looked like an artist had taken a brush to her skin. More breathtaking was the look of joy and wonder on her face.
“I love it,” she said, fingers ghosting over the intricate design, which depicted the four seasons. “Oh, Pax… You own the most beautiful things.”
The impulse to quip that she didn’t want to be owned was quashed before I could ruin this most perfect moment. This was not a moment to put her on the back foot and see her fidget under our regard. There could be a simple pleasure in basking in her joy. A new feeling akin to love bubbled in my chest. My father had said that there was a difference between the love an alpha felt for his mate and the love for his spouse. I’d never understood, since he only had my mother. Now, however, I began to parse out my feelings. The deep protective possession I felt towards my mate and omega sat alongside the satisfaction of seeing Beatrice happy. The one I wanted to protect, the other to nurture. And they were one and the same. The realisation was a near religious experience.
I wanted to ask Jack if his feelings mirrored mine, but a glance at his face answered every question I had. He loved her. Loved in a way that hurt it was almost so pure in its longing.
Plans formed, new ways to bind them together, and then they would never leave, never know they were in a cage, however beautiful, however open, I wanted them locked down. I’d not lose them. Could not.
I returned to the landing and gave the servants some abrupt orders. The thought of them thrilled me. I would make this place over in her honour. They moved quickly, almost enthusiastically, as if pleased there were orders to follow. Was this part of their beta dynamic or were they bored in my service and now they had something to do?
“What’s this?” Beatrice asked, when she left the nest to join me in the bedroom. I reached down and laced our fingers together, tugging her closer to my side.
I glanced to where the servants were lowering the elegant Italian chandelier and carefully wrapping it ready for storage. In its place, sturdy rope hung from the hook in the centre of the elaborate ceiling rose. The ends covered in fabric that the maids were hastily stitching. I did not want any part of her body chaffed when we strung her up. I looked at Jack. Or his skin.
“They are preparing a mating gift for you,” I whispered into her ear. “I’m going to string you up so that you can’t escape and fuck you while you hang there, helpless and wanting. Your mates are here to ensure you are so satiated physically that you will never leave this room except because we will it.”
I relished the delicate shiver that went through her body. My cock twitched. My omega liked the idea. But it was Jack whose scent spiked at my words. I glanced over her head to the other alpha. His eyes met mine, hot and heavy with longing.
“Let’s get her into the nest,” he said, his voice husky.
I grinned. “First, I want to check your wound.”
Beatrice wiggled out of my arms and I watched her melt into Jack’s embrace as he led her back to her nest. I signalled to the servants to leave so that I could be alone with my mates. I locked the door behind Mrs Hubbard, who gave me a sharp look and orders not to overtax her ladyship. Already they were protective of her and it couldn’t be her dynamic alone. Beatrice called to people in a magical way.
I learnt against the door, watching how my mate batted away Jack’s hands so that she could disrobe on her own. I flushed, not from the perfect sight of her naked body but the uncomfortable realisation that she wanted to do this herself. We’d cared for her. Done everything in our power to make her life easier while she recovered. Treated her like an omega rather than the woman she was. Fierce and strong and independent.
“Do you have the bandages?” Jack asked.
I cursed under my breath and went in search of them.
