Page 82 of A Nest of Maple & Mist

I knelt in the middle of the pack bed, surrounded by silk sheets, plush throws, and velvet blankets in varying shades of cream and sage. A sheer canopy draped over the ceiling, with twinkling fairy lights woven into the fabric.

I tugged at the hem of my T-shirt, eyeing my pack. Despite the hard work, none of them appeared frustrated. They all stared at me with a heart-wrenching gaze so full of longing it made me wonder why I had fought this for so long.

“Will you stay? All of you? I want to sleep with you in my nest.”

The vulnerability in that question cleaved my chest in two, leaving me and my heart exposed.

Muscles rippled in Jason’s abdomen as he stripped down to his boxers, his impressive length half-hard beneath the fabric. Ty and Shane followed suit, the three of them crawling into the bed.

They positioned me between Jason and Shane, my legs tangled with theirs. Ty curled up on Jason’s other side, his fingers entwining with mine over Jason’s stomach. I passed out to the muffled sounds of various goodnights.

THIRTY

MIA

Sweat stuck to my brow. I wiped it away, kicking away the too-itchy sheets.

Inky shadows crawled up the walls as I blinked. I grinned, eyeing how Ty hugged Jason, the two of them passed out. My hand fell to the space behind me, searching for my other alpha.

Cold blankets met my fingers, and I made a disgruntled noise. A cramp tightened in my stomach. I clenched my middle, my face pinched. My omega paced, upset that one of our alphas wasn’t in our nest.

The sound of running water reverberated behind the bathroom door. Trying not to disturb Ty and Jason, I slid out of bed.

A cloud of mist greeted me as I inched into the bathroom. Broad shoulders silhouetted by the steam moved, muscles flexing with the motion. Heat pooled between my thighs, slick coating the damp skin.

“Alpha,” I whimpered, the helpless sound drowned out by the shower.

My mind turned fuzzy. Without thinking, I stripped off my spandex shorts and T-shirt, letting them hit the tiles. My fingers searched for the metal handle. Another sharp pain twisted in my belly as I stepped into the spray.

Shane’s head snapped toward me. His eyes widened in the muted light. Water sluiced down the deep ridges of his chest and over the hard planes of his stomach.

My lips parted, eyeing the half-hard length hanging between his thighs. Gods. It was gorgeous, thick, and would ease the empty ache between my legs.

“Mia?”

“It hurts,” I whispered, stepping into his space. The warm water felt cold compared to the flames coursing through my veins. “Knot, Alpha.”

His teeth ground together, his jaw working. The back of his hand brushed my forehead. Then his thumb traced the swell of my cheek.

“Is my omega having a heat spike?”

I nodded, a hiss whistling through my teeth. It didn’t feel intense enough to be a full heat. Granted, I really had no frame of reference. But everything I read spoke of the intensity, the single focus that came with a true heat.

Heat spikes were a nagging tingle. An itch that needed to be scratched. While my omega prowled, it didn’t feel as though she surged to the forefront to take control.

“Yessss.”

My head fell onto his wet chest.

“Let me take care of you, Omega.”

Large, callused hands found my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he backed me against the cool tile. I gasped, my back arching. Warm lips settled on the hinge of my jaw, trailing southward. Teeth grazed the sensitive skin near my gland. He gently nipped it—not enough to pierce the flesh—and it sent a zip of need straight to my clit.

I let out a broken, high-pitched whine, clawing at his shoulders like a feral kitten. My fingers followed the lines of glorious muscle decorating his torso before I gripped his cock. Nails dug into the jut of my hip, pleasure mixing with the subtle sting of pain.

My thumb swirled the pearlescent bead of pre-cum on the tip. Oh. I longed to taste him. To take his dick into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat.

“What does my girl need?”