Page 24 of Puck Your Nanny

Calvin moves to lean over the bed near my head, tilting my face back and capturing my lips in a Spider-Man-like kiss. After a moment, he breaks away, glancing upward. I follow his gaze.

Peter moves closer, kneeling on the bed to my right and guiding my hand back to his erection. I stroke him in rhythm with Nate's thrusts, loving the feeling of connection with all of them.

Calvin stretches out beside me to my left, his fingers teasing my nipple. A trembling breath escapes my lips as the tension coils tighter again in my belly. Nate drives deeper with each stroke, pushing me higher toward the edge once more.

I grip Peter tighter, matching Nate’s pace, giving in to the sensation of being claimed by my Alphas. My vision blurs as pleasure crests, my entire body shakes with release.

Nate shudders against me, releasing a deep groan as his knot swells inside my passage. Our bodies lock together. He arches his back, so he can press his lips to my neck. Soft kisses trail along the sensitive skin there, sending shivers through my body.

My heart races. An instinct rises, telling me to let him mark me. To let them all mark me. To bind us as mates. The thought is so tempting, comforting even, offering a bond that would last forever. Yet, beneath the haze of desire, a small voice of reason reminds me to hold back. This isn't the time to make permanent decisions, not when we're all caught up in the overwhelming intensity of my heat.

"You feel so good," Nate murmurs against my skin, his voice thick with sincerity and something vulnerable. "I could spend the rest of my life with you and be happy."

My breath catches, heart squeezing painfully at the sweetness of his words. It’s almost as though he can sense my thoughts, sensing the doubt behind my need. My fingers slide gently through his damp hair, holding him close as we both catch our breath.

Slowly, Nate’s knot deflates, leaving me feeling empty once again when he pulls out. A fresh wave of sweat breaks out along my forehead, a helpless whimper escaping my lips. "Why does this keep happening? It's never enough."

Before I can fall into despair, Peter moves swiftly, scooping me into his arms. He adjusts us with ease, lying back against the headboard, so I straddle his hips. His gaze, intense and unreadable behind his glasses, meets mine as he settles me above him.

"It’s because, I’m assuming, this is your first heat." A gentle but clinical tone enters his voice. His hands grip my hips firmly, yet without any roughness. "You haven’t had years of suppressants like other omegas your age."

I brace myself and anticipation floods my senses as Peter positions himself at my entrance, guiding me slowly downward. As I sink onto his long, thick cock, the emptiness is filled once more, making me sigh in relief. His cool fingers trail up to my sides, his touch gentle but distant. There's still that hint of coldness, the reservation I sensed from him earlier, yet here he is, taking care of me, giving me what I desperately need. Perhaps he doesn't despise me as much as I feared.

My body trembles at his careful caresses, and I move, finding a rhythm that suits both of us. His eyes stay fixed on mine, a flicker of heat breaking through his composed exterior. His hands tighten at my waist, guiding my movement. For the firsttime since arriving, I see something softer in him, a break in his control.

I lean forward, my hands resting on his chest, feeling the steady, powerful beat of his heart beneath my fingertips. His breath hitches, and his eyes darken further, pulling me into their depths.

"That's it," he breathes, encouraging me. "Take what you need from me."

I feel grateful, mixed with the pleasure growing again. Maybe there's hope for us, for all of us, beyond this night.

Peter's thumb brushes over my clit, sending a sharp burst of pleasure radiating through my core. I shudder, gripping his chest as I move my hips in rhythm with his touch, quickening my pace. The coldness I felt from him earlier fades, replaced by the intensity of his gaze. His blue eyes pierce mine, his jaw tightening as his own pleasure builds.

We fall into rhythm, my hips moving with his thrusts. The heat between us intensifies, our breaths coming in ragged pants. His fingers continue their focused attention, coaxing me toward the peak once more. I lean forward, pressing my forehead against his shoulder, letting the sensations wash over me. The coil inside tightens further with every thrust.

His free hand grips my hip, urging me faster, deeper, until finally, my body shudders, an orgasm rippling through me. Peter follows quickly after, his body stiffening beneath mine. His knot expands, locking us together, filling me completely. I release a trembling breath, feeling the tension ease for the moment.

After a few quiet moments, his knot subsides, and he slips free, leaving behind the now-familiar ache of emptiness. Peter lets out a heavy sigh, his fingers brushing along my thigh.

"We need to talk about what to do now. You were supposed to be a Beta for a reason."

I open my mouth to reply, but William's sudden cry interrupts. Instantly, the relentless heat symptoms ease, almost vanishing. Clarity returns, pushing through the haze of desire and confusion. I slide off the bed, grabbing my robe from the bathroom door.

I tie the robe around me and turn back to Peter. "We'll all talk once I get William settled."

Without waiting for his reply, I hurry down the hall, the familiar sense of duty grounding me back into reality. I'm sure I'm out of a job, but that doesn't mean I'll neglect William while I'm still in the house.

Chapter 8

As Daisy steps out of the room, my mind clears. My pulse slows, and the room comes back into sharp focus. Calvin sits up, running a hand over his face. Peter sighs.

I look at Calvin first, searching his face for answers. He meets my gaze and shakes his head, his brown eyes wide with confusion. Peter remains quiet, his lips pressed into a thin line as he stares at the empty doorway.

I break the silence while rubbing the back of my neck. "She’s our Omega, right? Because I’ve never met an Omega who smelled that good. It felt perfect being inside her."

Calvin exhales, shoulders dropping. He nods, his eyes narrowing with thought. "I couldn't stop thinking about her atpractice. Couldn’t focus at all. When I came home, she still smelled like she might be in heat, but acted normal until William fell asleep." He glances at the doorway again. "Now that he's awake, she's back to caring for him like nothing happened. I was still young when my youngest sibling came along, but during my mom's heats, they'd send us off to our grandparents. I don't know what she was like while caring for one of the babies. They always did leave the baby at home with them."

Peter leans forward and swings his legs over the side of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees. "My parents were alphas, but my aunt was an omega. I overheard her once tell my mom that her heats changed after she had kids. Even though William isn't Daisy’s biologically, maybe her Omega instincts respond the same way. She’s focused on caring for him, so her body puts the heat symptoms on hold."

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