Page 31 of Nesting With My Three Alphas (Hollow Haven #1)

Kit

M icah's kiss tasted like promises and patience, like all the mornings he'd watched me from across his bakery counter and imagined this moment. His hands framed my face with a reverence that made my heat-sensitive skin sing, every touch sending sparks of sensation through my nervous system.

This was what I'd been missing.

"I've wanted this for so long," Micah murmured against my lips, his breath warm and scented with the vanilla-and-cardamom mixture that had become my favorite comfort. "Wanted to show you how beautiful you are, how much you deserve to be cherished."

His words sent a flush of heat through me that had everything to do with being seen, truly seen, by someone who loved every part of me. Even the broken pieces I was still learning to heal.

Reed and Jonah had given us space but remained close enough that I could feel their presence, their protective attention. They weren't watching with impatience or jealousy, but with the satisfaction of alphas seeing their omega properly worshipped by their packmate.

Micah's hands moved slowly, deliberately, mapping every curve and hollow with the focused attention of someone who wanted to memorize exactly what made me gasp, what made me arch into his touch. When his fingers traced the sensitive skin along my ribs, I couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped.

"That's it," he encouraged softly. "Let me hear what you like. Let me learn what makes you feel good."

Let me learn. Not demanding, not assuming he already knew, but asking to be taught. The difference between this and every intimate experience I'd had with Marcus was staggering.

"I like your hands," I whispered, surprising myself with my boldness. "They're gentle but strong. They make me feel safe."

"Good," Micah said, his voice roughening slightly with arousal. "I want you to feel safe. I want you to feel worshipped."

His mouth moved to my neck, finding the sensitive spot where my scent gland would soon carry his mark. The first brush of his lips there sent electricity straight through me, making my back arch and my hands fist in the blankets of our nest.

"Micah," I breathed, and heard the desperate edge in my own voice.

"I know, sweetheart. I can smell how much you need this." His hand slipped lower, ghosting over my breast with barely-there touches that somehow felt more intense than anything Marcus had ever done with rough handling. "Can I touch you? Really touch you?"

He was asking permission. Even with my heat scent saturating the air, even with my obvious arousal, he was making sure I wanted this.

"Please," I whispered. "Please touch me."

When his palm finally cupped my breast fully, when his thumb brushed over my nipple with just the right amount of pressure, I cried out with genuine surprise at how good it felt.

My body had never responded like this before.

Like every nerve ending was connected directly to pleasure instead of anxiety.

"So responsive," Micah breathed, his touch growing confident, attuned to every gasp and shiver. "So perfect. Do you know how incredible you are?"

I was starting to.

His mouth joined his hands, lips and tongue creating patterns of sensation that made me understand why omegas were supposed to crave alpha attention during heat. This wasn't about biology or obligation. This was about pleasure so intense it rewrote everything I thought I knew about my own body.

"I need more," I heard myself say, the words coming from some deep, honest place. "I need you closer."

"Whatever you need," Micah promised, his own breathing becoming ragged as my heat pheromones continued to intensify. "Tell me what you want."

What did I want?

"I want to touch you too," I said, my hands reaching for the buttons of his shirt. "I want to see you, feel you."

Micah's smile was radiant as he helped me undress him, his patience never wavering even though I could see how much my touch affected him.

When my palms finally made contact with the warm skin of his chest, when I could feel his heartbeat racing under my fingers, something inside me settled into place.

This was right. This was how it was supposed to feel.

"You're so warm," I said, tracing the lean muscle of his torso. "You feel like safety."

"You feel like home," Micah replied, his hands moving lower, skimming over my hips with touches that made me tremble. "May I?"

I knew what he was asking, could see the careful control he was maintaining despite the way his scent was shifting toward something more primal, more possessive.

"Yes," I whispered. "Yes, please."

When his fingers finally found me, his touch focused solely on my pleasure, I understood for the first time why heat was supposed to be something omegas looked forward to instead of endured.

"Oh," I breathed, my hips instinctively moving toward his touch. "Micah..."

"So wet already," he murmured, his fingers exploring gently, learning the shape of me. "So ready for me. Is this okay? Does this feel good?"

He was still asking, still making sure I wanted this.

"It feels amazing," I whispered, my body responding to his careful attention in ways I'd never experienced. "Please don't stop."

Micah's touch was reverent, methodical, like he was mapping every sensitive spot for future reference. When his thumb found my clit, when he circled it with just the right amount of pressure, I cried out in genuine surprise at the intensity of sensation.

"There," he said with satisfaction, his touch becoming more confident as he learned what made me gasp and arch against him. "That's your sweet spot, isn't it?"

"Yes," I gasped, my hands fisting in the blankets as he continued his gentle exploration. "Right there, just like that."

"You're so responsive," Micah wondered aloud, sliding one finger inside me while his thumb continued its maddening circles. "So perfect. I could touch you like this for hours."

Hours. The thought of being the focus of his patient attention for that long sent another wave of arousal through me.

"I want more," I heard myself say, surprised by my own boldness. "Please, Micah, I need more."

"Whatever you need," he promised, adding a second finger and curling them in a way that made me see stars. "Is this better? Do you like feeling me inside you, Omega?"

"God, yes," I moaned, my body clenching around his fingers. "It feels so good. You feel so good."

Micah worked me with patient skill, building pleasure steadily until I was trembling on the edge of something explosive.

"I think I'm going to come," I gasped, feeling the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

"Let go," he encouraged, his voice warm with love and desire. "Let me give this to you. Let me show you how good it can be."

When the orgasm hit, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced.

Waves of pleasure that seemed to originate from my very core and radiate outward until every cell in my body was singing with satisfaction.

I cried out, my hands clutching at Micah's shoulders as he worked me through it with perfect attention to what I needed.

"Beautiful," he breathed against my neck. "So beautiful when you let yourself feel pleasure."

He made it sound like it was a choice I was allowed to make, a gift I was allowed to accept.

"I want more," I said when I could speak again, surprised by my own boldness. "I want all of you."

Micah's control cracked slightly, a growl rumbling in his chest that spoke to every omega instinct I possessed. "Are you sure? Once I'm inside you, once I knot you, you'll be mine. We'll be bonded."

"I want to be yours," I said with complete certainty. "I want to be bonded to you, to all of you."

When Micah positioned himself above me, I felt his cock at my entrance and purred in anticipation.

Keeping his weight supported on his forearms, Micah watched my face as he slowly, carefully pushed into my slick, willing body.

The stretch and fullness was intense but not painful.

My heat had prepared my body perfectly for this, and his gentleness made every sensation feel like a gift rather than an invasion.

"Okay?" he asked, pausing when he was halfway seated, his whole body trembling with the effort of going slow.

"More than okay," I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Perfect. You feel perfect inside me."

"You're so tight," Micah breathed, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "So absolutely fucking perfect. Like you were made for me."

When he was fully seated inside me, when we were joined as completely as two people could be, Micah pressed his forehead against mine and breathed out a sound that was half prayer, half possession.

"Mine," he whispered, beginning to move with long, slow strokes that built pleasure like a symphony. "My omega, my heart, my everything."

The words sent me spiraling toward another climax, this one deeper and more profound than the first.

Each movement sent sparks through my nervous system, every nerve ending hypersensitive from my heat. I could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me, could feel the way my body welcomed him like he belonged there.

"Does this feel good?" Micah asked, his voice tender despite the obvious strain of holding back. "Am I making you feel good?"

"So good," I moaned, my back arching as he found that perfect angle that made me see stars. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

"Never," Micah promised, his rhythm becoming slightly more urgent as my responses drove him toward his own release. "I could do this forever. Could love you forever."

The words combined with the perfect drag of his cock inside me sent me climbing toward another peak.

"I can feel you getting close again," Micah said, his hand slipping between us to find my clit. "Come for me, sweetheart. Come around my cock."

The dual sensation of him inside me and his fingers on my clit was overwhelming. I felt my inner walls begin to flutter around him, gripping him tighter as my body prepared for another explosive release.

"Micah," I gasped, feeling myself teetering on the edge. "I'm going to..."

"That's it," he encouraged, his own control beginning to slip as I clenched around him. "Let go. Let me feel you come."

When the second orgasm crashed through me, it was even more intense than the first. I cried out his name, my body clamping down on him so tightly that he groaned with the sensation.

"God, Kit," he breathed, his movements becoming more erratic as my climax triggered his own approaching release. "You feel incredible when you come. So perfect."

I could feel the base of his cock beginning to swell, the first signs of the knot that would lock us together in the most intimate bond possible.

"I'm going to knot you," he warned, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining some semblance of restraint. "Going to mark you. Make you mine forever."

"Please," I begged, feeling my own arousal building again despite having just climaxed. "Please, Micah. I want your knot, your mark, everything."

His knot continued to swell with each thrust, catching at my entrance in a way that was both overwhelming and exactly what my omega craved. The pressure was intense, the stretch almost too much, but my heat-addled body welcomed it eagerly.

"Almost there," Micah panted, his thrusts becoming shorter as his knot grew larger. "Going to lock you to me, fill you up completely."

When his knot finally swelled fully, locking us together with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming, when his teeth found my neck and bit down in the claiming mark that would identify me as his omega forever, the orgasm that crashed through me felt like being reborn.

This was what bonding was supposed to feel like. Not painful or overwhelming, but like coming home to myself.

Micah's own release followed immediately, his body shuddering against mine as he filled me with warmth and satisfaction and the deep knowledge that I was claimed, protected, loved beyond measure.

"I love you," he whispered against my marked neck, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much, Kit."

"I love you too," I whispered back, meaning it with every fiber of my being.

We lay together in the aftermath, locked by his knot, his mark on my neck already beginning to settle into my scent profile. I could feel the first threads of our bond forming, a connection that went deeper than physical, deeper than emotional. Something that touched my very soul.

"How do you feel?" Micah asked softly, his hand stroking through my hair.

"Complete," I said honestly. "Like I finally understand what I was missing."

From somewhere nearby, I heard Reed's voice, rough with barely contained desire: "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

And Jonah's quieter response: "She's glowing. Look how happy she looks."

I was happy. Happier than I'd ever been, satisfied in ways I hadn't known were possible, and ready for whatever came next.

Because this was just the beginning. I had two more alphas to bond with, two more claiming marks to receive, two more connections to build that would complete our pack forever.

But for now, I was content to lie in Micah's arms, feeling his knot slowly ease, feeling our bond settle into something warm and permanent and perfect.

This was what love felt like when you were brave enough to accept it.

And I was finally, finally brave enough for everything my heart had ever wanted.