Page 34 of Crave

“Quinn. A nest.”

He pulled me off the counter, and I mewled at the loss of Tanner’s heat. “Go make yourself a nest, Omegas.” He stripped off his shirt and his pants, until he was standing there in only boxer shorts. He handed the clothes to me, giving me something that smelled like him to build my nest around.

Without prompting, the other guys did it too—even Tanner, who must have thought it was weird as hell. Except Tanner didn’t have underwear on. He just got completely naked, and I was once again transfixed with the size of his dick.

Manix were in proportion, plus the knot, so it was hard to dicknotize a female Manix. But there was something about Tanner naked, with his lean, muscular body, those washboard abs that were indeed cut, a V that fed down into an impressive-sized cock that just made you wonder what it would feel like inside you… Well, it was kinda magical.

“Stop staring at my dick, Omegas. Go build your nest so you can get to know it up close and personal,” he teased.

I wanted nothing more thanmyAlphas inmynest withmyOmega. I grabbed Quinn and launched myself down a short hall to the first bedroom I could find. We stopped outside the door as Quinn’s skin burned against mine, and I had to kiss him. Had to, had to,had todo something. Needed.

Quinn grabbed me up into his arms, all the guys’ clothes still tightly against my chest as he kissed me. It was messy and rough, and I needed more. Wiggling out of his arms, I dragged him into the bedroom that smelled like musty, stale humans. This wouldn’t do at all.

I looked at Quinn, and we were on the same wavelength. We closed the blinds, darkened the room, and together, we worked to drag the mattress off the bed frame and onto the floor, rearranging pillows and blankets. More and more kept appearing, and I realized the guys were pilfering the rest of the bedding from the other rooms.

Someone slipped in and lit the fire, though I already felt too hot. But it did add to the room that made my Omega chuff with happiness, so I didn’t protest.

Finally, having roughly pulled together something that was primal and basic, but good enough to appease the Beast, I dragged Quinn down onto our makeshift nest with me. “I love you,” I breathed, suddenly realizing we’d incorporated our own clothes into the nest in the frenzy of activity, and now we were both naked. “I need you, Quinn. Need you inside me.”

He crawled over me, kissing me as his hands roamed down my sides and then back upwards, over my breasts, kissing, and sucking any part of my skin he could find. We were already bonded, Quinn and I, which was probably why his yearning was affecting my heat so badly. He licked his mating mark on the underside of my breast, and I came. Slick flooded from my body, and someone groaned.

Looking over Quinn’s shoulder, I saw my Alphas standing in the doorway. I beckoned them into our nest, but my attention was quickly drawn back to Quinn and the things he was doing to my body.

“Baby, I can’t wait. Please,” he whined, the head of his dick nudging at my entrance. God, I wanted nothing more. Not air. Not sustenance. Not even the Alphas whose scents were filling the room.

I thrust my hips up, my ankles locking around his butt as I dragged him into me. Hard. Fast. His hips slammed against mine, and we both moaned with relief. One of us was chanting, “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” but I couldn’t pull my thoughts together enough to work out which one of us it was.

Everything about being with Quinn like this felt right. Our sex life had always been amazing, but this? This was transcendent. We writhed against each other, and I sucked on my mating mark on his shoulder. Sucked so hard, I made the old bite mark purple, and made Quinn pound into me until I couldn’t breathe. I came on a scream, and he roared along with me.

And then I felt it—a sensation that was both foreign, yet completely right. A pulling feeling inside, and I knew he was extracting my eggs, which logically sounded weird as hell, but it was everything. My Omega keened with happiness, and the noises I was making weren’t even remotely human.

Quinn sunk his teeth into the curve of my shoulder, and fireworks danced behind my eyelids. I came, and came, and came until my body felt like I was the Wicked Witch only someone had dropped a Pleasure Palace on me instead of a house.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Quinn dropped down on top of me with his full weight, his lungs heaving in oxygen. He was still hard, but the sucking/stroking sensation inside me had stopped.

He kissed up my neck to my ear. “Love you,” he said, his voice rough.

Squeezing him tightly, I murmured it back, but I sounded drunk. Dick-drunk. When he slipped out of me, I whined, but I didn’t have to whine for long. Strong arms were around my body, pulling me off my nest and onto someone's lap.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.”

I looked up into Tanner’s beautiful face, pulling him down to kiss me again. The coolness of his body was bliss on my overheated skin, and I wanted to rub myself all over him. So I did. I lost myself in the kiss, but when Quinn groaned, I dragged myself away with a whimper. I wanted to watch.

“Hold up,” Tanner whispered, picking me up like I weighed no more than a feather and turning me on his lap, so my back was to his chest. “Now we can both enjoy the view.”

And what a view it was.

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TANNER

It was like watching the best porn I’d ever seen in my life. I’d grabbed every packet of Magnum XL condoms I could find in the servo—I mean, gas station—when I’d gotten the basic supplies, but I wasn’t sure that it was going to be enough. The two Alphas were moving Quinn between them, one at his front, kissing, and stroking, and the other behind him, whispering reassuring things in the Omega’s ear while rolling a condom down his cock. They were kneeling on the other side of the nest, and if I reached my hand out, I could stroke the sweat off their bodies.

With the amount of sex pheromones floating around this room, I didn’t know how much of my hard-on was from watching the guys, the pretty little Omega on my lap, or how much was the reaction of the vampire inside me to the delicious scents they were giving off.

In the end, it didn’t matter. I pulled Susannah tightly back against my chest, her slick dripping over my cock, begging me to enter her. She shifted around, and I reached between us to hold my cock as she notched herself against me and slid down slowly.

Holy hell. Jesus H. Christ.

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