Page 35 of Nesting With My Three Alphas (Hollow Haven #1)

Kit

J onah carried me back to our nest with the same careful attention he'd shown during my bath, his strong arms making me feel precious and protected. The bedroom felt different now. Quieter, more sacred, charged with the anticipation of completion rather than desperate need.

Reed and Micah had refreshed the space while we were gone, straightening blankets and adding fresh water glasses, but they maintained respectful distance as Jonah settled me gently into the center of our carefully constructed sanctuary.

"Better?" Jonah asked, studying my face with the focused attention of someone who'd learned to read my every expression.

"Perfect," I said honestly. My heat was still present, still humming under my skin, but it felt manageable now rather than overwhelming. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Always," Jonah said simply, settling beside me with fluid grace. "That's what I'm here for."

The confidence in his voice, the absolute certainty that caring for me was his purpose and privilege, sent warmth spiraling through my chest that had nothing to do with heat hormones.

"I love you," I said, the words carrying weight they hadn't possessed an hour ago when my biology had been doing most of the talking. "I love how you see what I need before I do. How you protect me even from myself sometimes."

Jonah's smile was soft, transforming his serious features into something that made my heart race. "I love you too. I never thought I could love anyone again after Sarah."

The mention of his late wife should have created awkwardness, but instead it felt like a gift. He was telling me that what we had was real enough, deep enough, to honor the love he'd lost while building something new.

"Will you claim me now?" I asked, reaching for him with steady hands. "Will you complete our pack?"

"It would be my honor," Jonah said, his voice rough with emotion and barely contained desire.

When Jonah kissed me, it was with the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he wanted and had waited patiently for the right moment to take it. His mouth was warm and sure against mine, his hands framing my face with a reverence that made my omega purr with satisfaction.

This was what it felt like to be cherished by an alpha who understood the difference between taking and being given.

"I've been thinking about this moment since the day you moved in next door," Jonah murmured against my lips, his breath warm and scented with cedar and desire. "Thinking about how it would feel to claim you properly, completely."

"Show me," I whispered, my hands finding the buttons of his shirt with growing urgency, my fingers clumsy with need but reverent with intention. "Show me what you've been thinking about."

Jonah's approach was deliberate and thorough, each touch calculated to build pleasure slowly rather than rushing toward completion. When my fingers fumbled with his buttons, he covered my hands with his own, guiding them with patient instruction.

"Slow down, sweetheart," he said gently. "We have all the time in the world."

Because this wasn't just about satisfying my heat anymore. This was about building something that would last forever.

When I finally succeeded in pushing his shirt from his shoulders, when I could see the broad expanse of his chest marked with old scars that spoke of a life lived protecting others, I felt my mouth water with appreciation.

"You're beautiful," I said, running my hands over the warm skin and solid muscle. "So strong, so perfect."

"You make me feel perfect," Jonah replied, his own hands beginning to map my body with the focused attention of someone who intended to memorize every curve and sensitive spot. "You make me feel like the alpha I was meant to be."

His touch was different from Reed's demanding possession or Micah's gentle worship. Jonah touched me like he was claiming territory that already belonged to him, confident and sure and absolutely certain of his welcome.

When his mouth found my breast, when his tongue circled my nipple with maddening precision, I arched into his touch with a gasp of pleasure that came from somewhere deeper than physical sensation.

"That's it," Jonah encouraged, his voice warm with approval. "Take from your alpha, my beautiful omega. I want to know every single way to make you purr. Show me, let go and show me everything."

Even now, even with two claiming bites already marking my neck, he was still asking to be taught rather than assuming he knew what I needed.

"I like your mouth," I gasped as he continued his careful exploration. "I like how patient you are, how thorough."

"Good," Jonah said with satisfaction, his hands moving lower to stroke over my hips with possessive certainty. "Because I plan to be very thorough with you."

The promise in his voice sent heat spiraling through me, my body responding to the quiet authority he carried so naturally.

"I want to touch you too," I said, my hands reaching for his belt with growing confidence. "I want to make you feel as good as you're making me feel."

Jonah's control wavered slightly, a sharp intake of breath the only sign of how much my touch affected him. "You don't have to..."

"I want to," I said firmly, finally succeeding in freeing him from the constraints of his jeans. "I want to worship you the way you worship me."

When I wrapped my hand around his length, when I felt the impressive size and heat of him, Jonah's careful control cracked with a groan that went straight to my core.

"God, Kit," he breathed, his hips moving involuntarily into my touch. "Your hands feel incredible."

I explored him with the same careful attention he'd been showing me, learning the velvet-over-steel texture of his skin, the sensitive spots that made him gasp and tighten his grip on my shoulders.

"I want to taste you," I said, surprised by my own boldness.

"You don't have to..." Jonah started again.

"I know I don't have to," I interrupted, looking up at him with growing confidence. "I want to. Please let me."

Jonah's surrender was beautiful to watch, the way his head fell back and his breathing deepened as I took him into my mouth. He tasted like salt and man and everything masculine, and the sounds he made as I explored him with my tongue sent answering heat spiraling through my own body.

"That feels so good," Jonah gasped, his hand tangling gently in my hair without forcing or controlling, just connecting. "Your mouth is perfect."

I worked him with growing confidence, learning what made him groan and thrust carefully into my mouth, what made his control slip just enough to show me how much I affected him.

"Enough," Jonah said finally, his voice strained with the effort of pulling back. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to come before I can claim you properly."

"Then claim me," I said, releasing him with a final lick that made him shudder. "I'm ready for you, Jonah. Really ready."

Jonah's eyes were dark with want as he positioned himself above me, his weight supported on his forearms so I could feel his presence without being crushed by his strength.

"Are you sure?" he asked, even though my heat scent and obvious arousal made the answer clear. "Once I'm inside you, once I knot you and mark you, we're bonded forever. All four of us."

"I've never been more sure of anything," I said, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer. "I choose you, Jonah. I choose all of you. I choose forever."

When Jonah pushed inside me, it was with one slow, steady stroke that filled me completely. My body, already opened by my previous claimings, accepted him eagerly, stretching to accommodate his impressive size with only the sweetest hint of pressure.

"Perfect," Jonah breathed, his forehead pressed against mine as he fought for control. "You feel absolutely perfect around me."

"You feel like home," I whispered back, meaning it with every fiber of my being.

Jonah began to move with the same deliberate patience he'd shown throughout our entire relationship, each thrust deep and purposeful, designed to build pleasure steadily rather than rushing toward completion.

"Jonah," I gasped, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he set a rhythm that had me climbing toward something earth-shattering.

"I know, baby. I feel it too," Jonah said, his voice thick with emotion and desire.

"Harder," I pleaded, my body craving more intensity as my pleasure built. "Please, Jonah, I need more."

Jonah's thrusts deepened, became more forceful, but never lost their controlled precision. He was giving me exactly what I needed while maintaining the kind of focused attention that made me feel cherished rather than used.

"Is this what you need?" he asked, his voice rough with exertion and arousal. "Is this how you want your pack alpha to claim you?"

Your pack alpha. The possessive authority in those words sent me spiraling toward the edge of orgasm with breathtaking speed.

"Yes," I cried out, my back arching as he hit that perfect spot inside me setting every nerve end on fire. "Just like that, just like..."

"Come for me," Jonah commanded, his rhythm becoming more urgent as he felt my inner walls beginning to flutter around him. "Let me feel you fall apart around my cock."

The orgasm that crashed through me was different from the ones Reed and Micah had given me.

Deeper, more profound, like it was originating from my very soul rather than just my body.

I screamed Jonah's name as wave after wave of pleasure made me clench around him desperately, but this one felt like being seen, not just touched.

"That's my good girl," Jonah praised, working me through the intensity with perfect attention to what I needed. "So beautiful when you come for me."

I could feel his knot beginning to swell, could feel it catching at my entrance with each thrust, promising the kind of complete claiming that would lock us together permanently.

"I can feel your knot," I moaned, the sensation both overwhelming and exactly what my omega craved. "It's getting so big."

"That's right," Jonah growled, his control finally beginning to slip as his own release approached. "Going to knot you so deep, fill you so completely. Make sure you never forget who you belong to."

"I belong to all of you," I gasped, tilting my head to offer him access to the unmarked side of my neck. "Mark me, Jonah. Complete our pack."

When Jonah's knot locked us together, when his teeth sank into my neck in the final claiming bite that would identify me as completely owned by my three alphas, the orgasm that tore through me sent my vision white and I felt a shift inside me like my soul was being rewritten.

Jonah's own release followed immediately, his body shuddering against mine as he filled me with warmth and possession and the absolute certainty that I was home, safe, loved beyond measure.

"Mine," he growled against my neck, his voice thick with satisfaction and territorial pride. "Our omega, our heart, our everything."

"Yours," I agreed breathlessly, feeling the third and final thread of our pack bond snap into place with an almost audible click. "All yours, forever."

The sensation of being connected to all three of my alphas simultaneously was overwhelming in the best possible way.

I could feel their emotions like background music in my mind.

Micah's gentle contentment, Reed's fierce satisfaction, Jonah's deep protective love.

We were no longer four separate people but one cohesive unit, one family, one pack.

"How do you feel?" Jonah asked softly, his hand stroking through my hair as his knot held us locked together.

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

From somewhere nearby, I heard Micah's voice, warm with joy: "Look at her glow. She's absolutely radiant."

And Reed's rougher response: "She's perfect. Our perfect omega."

Perfect. For the first time in my life, I actually believed it might be true.

As Jonah's knot slowly began to ease, as the three claiming bites on my neck settled into permanent marks that would identify me as owned and protected for the rest of my life, I felt a deep sense of rightness settle into my bones.

This was what love was supposed to feel like. Not controlling or demanding, but cherishing and protective. Not taking what it wanted, but giving what was needed.

"What happens now?" I asked quietly, though I was no longer desperate or anxious about the future.

"Now we build forever," Jonah said simply, pressing a gentle kiss to his fresh claiming mark. "We raise Charlie together, we love each other completely, and we create the kind of family that lasts lifetimes."

Forever. The word didn't scare me anymore.

Because I was finally home, finally safe, finally exactly where I belonged.

With my pack, my family, my three alphas who would spend the rest of our lives proving that choosing love over fear had been the right decision.

And as I drifted off to sleep surrounded by their scents and their protection, I knew that whatever came next, we would face it together.

The way it was always meant to be.