59. Hazel

HAZEL

My nest was so perfect.

Big fluffy duvets pushed to the edge. Pillows scattered but always within reach.

But the best part of it was them.

My alphas were in rut.

My beta was here too. Curved over my back, buried deep from behind.

I would have moaned louder but I was trying to get my alpha to come.

"Want you, alpha."

His length throbbed in my hands and I caught the dribble that leaked from his tip.

He tasted like smoky liquor caught aflame.

A shattered groan and he released. On my face, neck and dripped down my tits.

Perfect alpha. He knew I wanted his scent soaked into my skin.

Fire and whiskey and a little touch of citrus. Mine.

"Give her your knot, Remy."

He was still hard because I needed him to be.

My beta took me again, right above my alpha. So easy after hours, days of heat.

He smelled like flowers. My flowers.

I felt my prime stir before I saw him. He was the first and last piece, who held us together with me in the centre.

I pleasured him, savouring how I had to work to fit his girth into my mouth. Wanting to show him I was good and worthy too.

"You are, omega. You're perfect."

I sighed.

It had never been like this.