Page 202 of Claiming the Pack's Omega

"A—a bit better, after that orgasm. Still—still a little scared, about the pain and stuff."

Stone's expression darkens at that mention, but he nods slowly. "That makes sense. I'm sure it'll take more than our words to get rid of that feeling completely. But know that we're all here for you. For the next however long, we'll be dedicated to caring for your every need."

"You won't have to worry your pretty little head about a single thing," Killian murmurs, brushing his lips against the top of my head.

Wow. That's hot as hell. Just giving up control and letting them take care of everything? I don't think I ever dreamed of being in a situation where I'd feel safe enough around alphas to feel that way.

I brush my hands down Killian and Stone's bare chests, and they both start vibrating with matching purrs. It's hard to describe, but it feels like my skin is buzzing. I want to feel all of them against me. I need to get these clothes off of me soon, or I'm going to throw a fit.

"Hey, Spitfire," Theo calls from across the small room. "Milo and I started putting your nest together. Want to take a look?"

I perk up at the mention of putting together a nest. If I had more time to prepare for my next heat, I'm definitely spending it in here putting things together.

I have to stifle a giggle as I watch Milo's frantic movements trying to re-fluff the same pillow over and over again. He's fighting to keep his gaze away from my swaying tits as I crawl over to him.

"Hey, relax," I tell Milo, throwing my arms around his shoulders and pressing my chest up against his back. The skin-to-skin contact makes a soft hum leave the back of my throat. I want to feel all of him against me.

He freezes. "Wh—what? Should—should I move?"

"Yeah, come face me."

"Oh—oh, I meant should I move out of your nest? I—I don't want?—"

"No, duh," I say, unable to hide the amusement from my tone.

I lean over his shoulder and look up at him, my hair falling in a messy curtain onto his lap.

"I want you here, Milo," I say as he shifts to face me.

For whatever reason, Milo's shyness brings out a confident side of me that rarely makes its appearance in the bedroom. I'm very used to being a passive participant in what's going on.

I whip my tank top off over my head, not that it was doing a good job at covering much of anything, considering Killian tugged down the neckline to play with my nipples earlier.

"I want you to look at me," I murmur. I reach out for his wrist and trail his hand up my body until he's cupping my ample flesh. "I want you to touch me."

"Are you—are you sure?"

"I'm sure," I say.

His question comes from a different place than the others, asking me if I'm sure, but my answer is still the same.

"What if—what if I'm bad?"

"Everyone's gotta start somewhere," I giggle. "Plus, you picked up kissing real fast, so if I were a betting woman, I'd definitely bet on you being a quick study."

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my nipples brushing against his chest.

He lets out a groan as he wraps his arms around me and presses his lips against mine. Unlike our first kiss, he lets his hand roam all over my body. Everywhere he touches, every single brush of his fingertips, stokes the fire building inside of me.

That need to get my clothes off? It's back in full force.

I shift my hips back and forth as I return Milo's kiss with a fierce intensity.

The blankets shift behind me, and I feel large, calloused hands at my hips. Stone's spicy pepper scent swirls in the air around me, mixing with my sweeter, heat-infused perfume and Milo's thick gunmetal.

"Looks like someone wants these off," Stone chuckles.

His fingers dance along the waistband of my shorts before he drags them down my legs, baring my pussy to all of them. I'm well and truly naked.It's funny, other than the shower I had with Stone, this is the first time.