Page 58 of Ruffled Feathers

I grinned. Today, two became three, or even five. “Do you hear that, baby? Everyone’s going to be there, watching you become ours.” I looked over my shoulder at Lance. “Is it done?”

Our surprise for our Omegas. I’d had time off, and Lance was a guy who had fidgety demons that needed to be blocked out by hard work, so when he’d approached me for help with his project, I’d been totally on board. He’d started before we’d even officially moved out here, when there were just long days without anyone else to talk to. We’d done it together while everyone had been out of the house, so I was hoping it was a surprise, anyway.

Up the stairs we went, until we hit the door at the end of the hall. Behind it were more stairs that led to what had once been an attic storage space, though unlike most old houses, it was blissfully free of junk. Lance’s former CO hadn’t been the type to keep sentimental things, obviously. So the transformation from bare bones room to dual nests had been easy enough.

Each side of the room had a little alcove, a small nook that could fit an Omega and a couple of Alphas, which could be closed off from the rest of the nest, as well as the rest of the house.In the middle of the floor was a nest bed. The soft furnishings had been really my only contribution to the room; the rest had been Lance. But the bed was made for Omega nests, with a huge mattress that was almost pillowy, and sharply raised edges. It looked almost like a pond made of pillows and blankets, and I knew those ramped sides would be perfect for bending my Omega over.

Groaning, I willed my dick to behave. There was plenty of time to be inside her.

Tillie’s eyes were wide as she walked around the nest. “Is this for me?” she asked me, and I shook my head.

“Ask Lance. He did all this.”

She turned to the Beta, whose face was flushed in a way that was kind of adorable on the large, scarred, former Marine. “You made this for me?”

He nodded. “For you and Strat. There’s a place for each of you, in case you need some alone time. You’ll have to make it yours, of course, but it’s a start.”

She ran and launched herself at him, kissing him furiously. He kissed her back, his hands cupping her ass to hold her tight against him. Watching them together made my Alpha happy. He was still anxious to claim her, but he could wait, if it meant the two of them could heal each other a little more.

Finally, Strat walked over to run a hand over Lance’s shoulder, and the Beta pulled his mouth away from Tillie. I didn’t get the vibe from Lance that he was anything but one hundred percent in this for her, but he respected Strat—that much was obvious.

“Thank you, Lance.”

Lance stared at the Omega with a warm expression. The two men were around the same height, though Lance was twice as wide across the shoulders. “I mightn’t want to have sex with you, but you’re my Omega too, Strat. You deserve the best as well.”

If I’d had any doubt that Lance belonged in our Pack, it evaporated in that moment. Strat leaned his face against Lance’s shoulder, scent marking him a little, a huge smile on his face.

The combined scent of Strat and Otillie was enough to make my teeth hurt with the need to claim them. Or fuck them. Or both. I didn’t think Strat was ready for that yet; he still doubted us a little. He just needed time, and we’d give him that.

Lance walked her backwards to the bed, stepping into the nest and lowering her gently onto the heaped blankets and pillows. Next time she went through her heat, she could arrange this how she liked, nesting heavily. I couldn’t wait.

I also couldn’t wait to watch her nest when she was big and round with our babies. When her and Strat went into combined heats. I couldn’t wait to spend my entire life with her.

Our Beta was still kissing her, and Truett went over to Strat, sitting with him on the side of the nest. I climbed onto the pillows with my girl, as Lance continued to kiss her. I dragged her into a sitting position on my lap, facing him. I didn’t want to interrupt, but if I didn’t get inside her soon, my knot would explode.

Luckily, despite being on my lap, Tillie wasn’t done yet with Lance. To my knowledge, they’d never made it past second base, and I didn’t think today would be the day that changed, but watching them frantically kiss each other was hot as hell.

I stripped her out of her clothes, and she lifted her ass to help me. When she was finally naked, I dragged my sweats down my thighs, my cock springing free and rubbing against her dripping pussy. I settled her back on my lap, and we both groaned as I slipped the tip of myself inside her.

“Kiss your Beta, sweetheart. Fuck his mouth while I fuck this tight little hole. Show him how much you love him, while I claim you with my teeth.”

There wasn’t any more time for talking after that, because as I buried myself inside her, pleasure stole the air from my lungs. I moved her up and down my length, and Lance chased her lips with his. His hands came up to grab her tits, rubbing her nipples, making her grind down harder on me.

In the back of my mind, there was the thrum that was telling me that this was it—I was going to claim my Omega. It was making my knot inflate already. I was going to blow like an amateur, because the idea of having Otillie-James with me for life was making me horny as hell.

Dragging my mouth from the skin of her shoulder, I looked over at Lance. “Play with her clit, Beta,” I growled, almost all Alpha now. “Make her come as I make her ours.”

Bless his fucking order-following heart, because he dipped his fingers down, stroking her clit, and she began fluttering around me almost immediately. I shoved her down on my knot, stretching her wide, and her fib flexed around it, locking me to her.

I sank my teeth into the back of her shoulder, marking her as mine, claiming her. She turned her head to my bicep and bit me right back, right there over the muscle, on an arm that will hold no other woman ever again.

Contentment made me purr as the bond settled into place. She was mine now, and no one could ever take her from me. Love pulsed down the bond between us, followed by impatience down my bond with Truett. He wanted his turn, but I wasn’t ready to give her up yet.

Thirty-One

Otillie-James

The bond between Sonny and me pulsed with so much emotion, it threatened to make me cry again. Love. Desire. Admiration. It was all there. It was all the more special, because Lance was right here with me, making me feel good, working with my Alphas.

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