Page 74 of They Love Me Knot (Starsfalls Omegaverse #2)

I think I finally finished arranging all my belongings in the packhouse.

My mates helped me move everything from my townhouse, and they’ve been gamely carrying things to and fro as I decide where to put them.

Even when I want to rearrange things the next day (okay, sometimes hours or minutes later) after I realize they would look better somewhere else, they’re more than happy to move my things again.

When I say that their furniture and belongings would look better somewhere else…they still don’t complain. Whatever I’ve decided, my mates have accommodated with a smile, working hard to achieve my vision.

I don’t know if they truly don’t care, if they think things look better the way I (they) rearranged them, or if they’re so deep in the new bond honeymoon phase they’re not bothered by my indecisiveness.

I’m trying to keep my instincts under control so I don’t take over the house like a tyrant, but sometimes things should be shifted 5 degrees to the left, or that plant would look even better in another room.

Really, I’m helping make this place even more appealing for everyone.

I haven’t felt any negative feelings from them about my nesting, but still, I don’t want to be a burden. I tried to do most of the unpacking and readjusting myself, but they always catch me and take over.

At least in here I don’t need to worry about reigning myself in. Everyone knows omegas are fully in charge of their nests, and you shouldn’t touch them unless you want to lose a finger.

Or a hand.

Sterling and Feliks told me to wait in here because they have a surprise for me, but they wouldn’t give me any hints about what it is.

I move a flower-shaped pillow to the other side of the nest, where it will match my festival trophy on the shelf above. But after stepping back to look at it, I decide it’s trying to overshadow my trophy and move the pillow back.

When I hear someone out in the hall, I quickly drop the pillow, kicking it into the others, and stand in front of the mattress to wait casually like I wasn’t rearranging things again.

Feliks comes in and I look him over, but I don’t see anything gift-shaped (besides the usual big package).

He smirks as he watches me check him out. I narrow my eyes. They better not be teasing me about having a surprise for me.

“Close your eyes,” Feliks says.

I pout at him but obey. I love when they’re bossy.

I barely hear him come closer, the rugs and blankets muffling his steps.

My heart pounds as I wait impatiently for whatever he’s going to do to me.

Feliks kisses me (rather chastely in my opinion) and puts his hand over my eyes, even though I was keeping them shut, totally not peeking at all, not even a little.

“Keep them closed,” Feliks says against my lips.

I try to pout again, but he kisses me in earnest this time, Alister’s mark on my lip tingling pleasantly at his touch. I lean into him, forgetting what I was annoyed about.

I don’t notice when Feliks removes his hand, but I do feel the cool silk taking its place.

I open my eyes in surprise, but all I see is black cloth.

“Close your eyes so the blindfold doesn’t hurt them,” Feliks says, and I snap my eyes shut, letting Sterling tie the blindfold behind my head.

I grumble under my breath. How did Feliks know my eyes were open? It’s like they all have a sixth sense for when I’m not obeying them.

Feliks chuckles, and I feel Sterling’s amusement in the bond, but he wisely doesn’t voice it.

Sterling’s warmth moves away, and Feliks resumes kissing me.

I didn’t even have time to ask what’s going on. I can hear Sterling moving around my nest and wish they would give me at least a hint.

I forget about the surprise as Feliks scrambles my thoughts, stripping my clothes off between kisses.

He slides my sweatpants off, kissing my stomach and thighs on the way down, mouth on my calves as he takes my socks off.

I squeal when he suddenly picks me up, and my mates laugh at me.

Just as I open my mouth to scold them, Feliks drops me on the cushions, and my breath leaves me in a whoosh. He straddles my hips and lifts my arms over my head. Something brushes against them, and I realize it’s the fur-covered handcuffs as they snap shut.

Even though I heard it, I still tug on my wrists, but they’re securely fashioned to one of the rings in my nest. Ciro really thought of everything when he designed this place, and the various rings and ties have gotten plenty of use already.

Feliks kisses me and plays with my breasts, kneading and pinching. I give up on kissing him back, too busy panting and whining, but he keeps tonguing my mouth anyway.

I squirm, his clothes brushing against me, the sensations heightened since I can’t see anything. Slick coats my thighs, but Feliks still hasn’t touched me there. His legs are keeping mine closed so I can’t even grind against him. I shift restlessly, desperate for some kind of friction.

They’re driving me crazy, Feliks feeling me up while Sterling moves around my nest. It has me on edge, and I can’t think clearly enough to decide if I want them to stop so they don’t mess my things up or keep playing along.

Feliks puts his knee between mine, pushing my legs apart, while rubbing his thumbs over my nipples.

I moan, frustrated, clit aching. I lift my hips, trying to rub against his leg, but his thigh is too far away for me to reach.

I wrap my leg around him to drag him closer, but even that is futile. Feliks doesn’t budge.

Stupid giant beta.

I whine into his mouth, and he swipes his tongue across Alister’s bite, changing my whine to a whimper.

All their bites seem to be tied directly to my clit.

When they touch one, it’s like they’re stroking my pussy, but that alone has never been enough to make me come.

They just use their bites to drive me wild.

My moans and whines mix with Sterling’s shuffling noises, until suddenly Feliks is gone.

As I catch my breath, I move my head around like I can see them, trying to figure out what’s going on.

Someone’s back, hands on my wrists, metal clinking. They lift me so I’m sitting, legs crossed, and put my hands behind my back before recuffing them.

The blindfold falls away, and I blink as my eyes adjust.

Feliks and Sterling are standing naked in front of me.

I lick my lips, eager for this surprise to get underway.

I’m so focused on their “treats” that I don’t notice anything else until they point it out.

“We thought we’d have a picnic,” Feliks says, gesturing to the mattress.

I finally look down and see they’ve spread out a red gingham blanket. The only thing on it is a giant cake covered in pink and white frosting.

A picnic with just a cake is definitely my idea of a good time.

Feliks nods at Sterling to continue, who says, “I made the cake and Feliks helped with some of the ingredients…”

“It looks delicious,” I praise him. Sterling’s food always looks and tastes good. I’m not sure why he’s so uncertain.

Feliks picks me up and sets me near the cake, kneeling on one side of it with Sterling on the other. The blanket feels slicker than normal blankets, more like a waterproof tablecloth, though not as stiff.

This close, the scent of the cake is even stronger, and I’m not sure how I didn’t notice it when they first brought it in. It smells like their scents, wild yarrow and gentle peony, sweet and sugary, with a slight tang .

It’s not been cut, and I don’t see silverware or plates, so I’m not sure how we’re supposed to eat it. Maybe it’s just a prop, so it feels like we’re really on a picnic date?

They went to a lot of effort to make a cake that smells like them though…

I look more closely. The base frosting layer is pink with white piping around the edges and piped on top. Some of the white frosting is dripping more than usual, and there are white splatters and speckles on the cake too, which isn’t one of Sterling’s usual decorating styles…

I lean closer to sniff it and gasp.

“Did you come on the cake??”

“Yes,” Sterling says bashfully.

“Yes,” Feliks says at the same time. “I thought it would be fun to get a little more into food play. I always enjoy feeding you and watching you eat, and this way we can have our cake and eat it too. Or something clever like that, I don’t know.

I just thought this would be fun and hot.

But if you’re not into it, we don’t have to. ”

Even though I guessed it, I’m still processing what they did.

Sterling starts over-explaining, his nerves getting the best of him, “I made the sponge cake with yarrow and peony petal steeped sugar. I mixed some of our come into the wet ingredients before I sifted in the flour and put more come in the buttercream frosting, and as a final finishing touch, we came?—”

“Feed it to me,” I interrupt him, opening my mouth wide and sticking my tongue out.

Sterling is frozen mid-sentence and Feliks doesn’t move either, unprepared for my quick agreement.

Sterling is the first to recover, digging his hand into the top of the cake and scooping out a piece.

He holds it in front of me, and I take a big bite, frosting and cake filling my mouth and making my cheeks bulge.

It smears across my face, which would normally bother me, but right now I love the messy feeling.

Yarrow and peonies explode on my tongue, much like they did on the cake, the sugar and other ingredients just there to elevate their come.

Sterling watches me, riveted, his cock twitching and precum dripping down the shaft. I stare at him as I eat, moaning as I devour it. It’s light and fluffy and creamy, practically melting in my mouth as I inhale it.

I lick my lips to get more of the frosting, but don’t completely clean them off. Sterling reaches to get another handful, but Feliks stops him.

“There’s no need to rush,” he says.

Sterling frowns but lets Feliks take his turn, never taking his eyes off my mouth.

Feliks holds out his hand to me, having swiped some of the frosting off and coated his fingers in it.