Page 52 of Knot As It Seems

I set her down right in front of the nest, smoothing her hair away from her face, then steadying her with my hands on her hips. “If we hadn’t come, you would have gotten out of that house, I know it. You never would have just sat by while those assholes moved in and took over. You would have seen right through their bullshit and found your way to us andmadeus see you. Even if you had to maim some people to do it. You don’t always act tough, but when you do, it’s your best quality. You’re a survivor, and now it’s your turn to sit back and enjoy the life you should have always had.”

“Starting with a real heat, in a proper nest, with all my bonded alphas?”

A smile breaks over my face. “You gonna give Moon a bond?”

“Kind of thinking about biting his dick to do it.”

I throw my head back and laugh, kissing the fuck out of her. The sound is unusual, something I’m unaccustomed to making, but I’m finding that I like the way I’m growing, being a part of Fable’s life. “Please never change. Please, yes, bite his dick. I hear he’s always been curious about getting a dick piercing, this will be a good trial run. Might want to bite him again afterwards though, on his neck, in case that girl you told about his toenail collection sees him around and gets ideas.”

Now it’s her turn to laugh. “I forgot about that. Yes. Can’t have anyone unsure about his status. Maybe a few extra, just to be sure.”

“Perfect. Come on, let’s see if we messed up your nest too badly. I’ll help you move anything you say is in the wrong spot.”

I open the door for her and spin her around, and she gasps, hands flying to her mouth. “Edric, its…it’s beautiful.”

She walks in carefully like she’s not sure she should enjoy it so much, but she’s never had a real nest before and I’m sure it feels surreal, finally giving into what her body wants. She starts by walking the perimeter of the massive, round, sunken mattress framed by pillows, hand touching the fabrics on the wall that Calloway hung up weeks ago.

She does a slow spin to look at the twinkle lights on the ceiling with the quiet fans that keep the air moving, peeking into the bathroom with the overlarge bathtub andgleaming marble sink. Then she’s checking out the full refreshment station we have set up with a beverage fridge and a mini pantry, opening the door that leads to the laundry chute so we can shove dirty stuff right out of the room as soon as we want it gone. She takes a peek into the linen closet that’s overflowing with extra linens, mattress protectors, and so. Many. Fucking. Blankets.

She squeals, pulling every last one out and throwing them into the middle of the bed, diving in like it’s a swimming pool instead of a solid surface. She doesn’t emerge for a solid 60 seconds, but when she does, she’s somehow completely naked, eyes gleaming. She crooks a finger at me, head peeking out from under a blanket she’s got draped over her head, and I pull off my shirt and leave my jeans and socks by the door, walking down the small set of steps to meet her where she is.

Already, the smell of her slick is permeating the space, and I have a feeling she spent that minute under the blankets spreading it around so we’d all go feral the second we walked into the nest.

She did a very thorough job.

I let out a groan, pinning her to the mattress so I can gnaw on her throat. “You’re not too sore, are you? We could run you a bath, perhaps? Or maybe you should sleep…”

She pulls away from me, face scrunched in concentration. “What are you doing? I know my heat spike is eased for now, but it’s growing again, I promise. I think this might be the real deal. Do you…do you not want to help me through it? I just thought—”

I let out a growl of annoyance, aimed at myself, cutting her off. “Of course I’m going to help you. There’s nowhereelse I’d rather be. I’m just worried about you, that’s all. You seem so delicate; I know you’re strong as hell and you were literally made for this, but I can’t help but to want to coddle you, wrap you up and keep you to myself. It’s very at odds with the need to pound my cock into you until you’re screaming.”

She wiggles her legs until they’re free of blankets, wrapping them around my hips. “I choose option B. Though it might feel like it, you’re not actually going to break me in half by fucking me. I promise I can take it like a good girl.”

Somehow her slick cunt is already rubbing against my cock, and I’ve never wanted my underwear off so badly. I don’t even bother removing it completely, I just yank it down far enough that my balls are free so I can slide around in that glorious puddle of slick between her legs, notching myself against her entrance. “You can’t say shit like that to me, Fable. You’re goading me and I know you can take me, but if you wind me up, I might hurt you.”

Oh, she does not like that at all.

The guys start trickling in one by one, silently watching from the doorway. Fable gets a gleam in her eye when she sees there’s an audience, and I just know she’s ready to misbehave again.

“Sorry,daddy, for being bad.”

Understanding what she wants, I retaliate by flipping her over and pulling her ass in the air, spanking her a few times for punishment before shoving my face against her and coating my face in her slick.

I use my teeth, tongue, and lips to tease her more, to get her close to where she wants to go, so by the time I’m ready to really slam my cock in her, she’ll be desperate.

I don’t know how long I spend there, consuming her, but it’s long enough for the guys to make themselves comfortable and help me remove my boxers. Fable is squirming underneath me, her skin getting hotter by the second. Her body must have been waiting for her to feel safe and content to have another spike, and I know sometimes omegas get a few of them before their heat fully hits, but with how hot she’s getting, this might be the real deal.

Trying not to panic, I make eyes at my packmates, trying to convey what’s happening. A few of them get the hint, moving into the nest faster.

Fable looks at me over her shoulder, eyes gone a bit hazy, tracking her alphas and making sure they’re all where she wants them to be. They’re not all in the room yet, which she notices right away.

Jos picks up on her panic through the bond, poking his head out of the room to call Moon and Calloway in. They come practically sliding in, seconds later, Moon especially frantic to be next to her. He undresses quickly, diving into the nest not dissimilar to how Fable entered it and has her in his arms within the span of a few seconds, comforting her.

“I’m right here, Omega. Not going anywhere. I’m here as long as you want me to be.”

“Hurts, alpha,” she mutters, hanging her head further down as she hunches over.

Moon doesn’t even need to send me the look of warning he does, because I’ve already got my dick in hand, and I’m pushing into her to ease her pain.