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Even while we were getting her dressed, she clung to us, sticking her face in our chests and being clingy.
I secretly loved it.
Climbing into bed, Bethany made a happy little chirping noise as she nestled herself between us.
The door to the bedroom opened, and Jensen padded in, smiling at the sight of us in a cuddle puddle as Bethany caught her breath.
He grinned. “It smells like someone’s having fun in here.”
Bethany’s head popped up as she looked at Jensen hopefully. “Alpha,” she whined in that sweet voice that made my cock stand to attention.
“Hey, pretty girl,” he cooed as she crawled over to him, meeting her at the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling?”
She pouted. “Icky.”
“What can I do to make it better?” he asked, leaning in and placing a painfully soft kiss on her lips.
“Knot?” she asked hopefully, making me chuckle. She was working through us fast.
“I got the impression that you’ve received a couple of knots in the last hour.” He smirked.
“More.” She smiled sweetly, pawing at his shirt.
“For you? Anything.”
Chapter 22
Jensen
“No, I need that one!” Bethany whined as she reached for the blanket Cullen was holding.
Her heat was ramping up, and now she was completely in the nesting phase. One moment, she was being all sweet and cuddly with us, and the next, she was pacing around the room, moving the blankets, moving us, and insisting that nothing was right.
Her eyes looked downright wild as she scoped out what we had available. She was naked, covered in sweat and cum, as she took control of the room.
We had grabbed various blankets and pillows from around the house. Thankfully, Joey was asleep, and we didn’t disturb her, as it was the middle of the night.
It wasn’t ideal. If we had more time, we would have purchased more nesting supplies so she could make her space exactly how she wanted it for her heat. Nests were highly personal for omegas and needed to be just right.
For about half an hour, she painfully arranged every blanket, pillow, and item of clothing in a semicircle around the bed at the very edge, making a little bird’s nest. We simply stoodback and watched, handing her items when she requested them. Sometimes, ascertaining what her request was could be difficult because she would just hold her hand and make a grunting noise without explaining what items she wanted.
Any time we tried to help, she would growl at us. It wasn’t a threatening sound—she was as vicious as a newborn kitten—but we didn’t want to upset her, so we simply watched her build the nest, her smile slowly getting wider and wider the more pleased with her work she became.
Eventually, she sat in the middle of the nest with her legs crossed, sitting up straight, beaming at us.
“Nest!” she declared proudly.
“A very beautiful nest,” Gideon agreed, leaning forward to claim her lips in a bruising kiss.
“Can we join you in your nest?” I asked, wanting permission.
When she beamed at me and nodded, we didn’t hesitate. We had been waiting patiently for what felt like ages.
As soon as I was lying down, Bethany pounced on me, her lips exploring my neck, my chest, sinking lower.
When she took my cock into her mouth, I nearly jumped out of my skin with how good it felt. We had done away with clothes a while ago. It wasn’t worth even trying while she was in heat—unless she wanted to be coated in more of our scent, then wearing one of our shirts could help.
“Looks like someone is hungry.” Cullen chuckled as he joined us in the nest.
