The third, or was it the fourth? Orgasm came over me, and I went limp. Bone-deep exhaustion took me, and I could barely keep my eyes open even as I felt the utter perfection of Luke’s knot locking inside me.

My heat wasn’t over—not by a long shot—but the first wave was. For the moment I was sated, and all I felt was happiness as Luke turned us on our sides and wrapped me in a blanket. The beautiful scent of the sea carried me down into sleep.

Chapter 16

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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AVERY

I sat against the wall of the nest and watched Esme sink into sleep against Luke. “Hell,” I said, scrubbing a hand over my face. “That was…”

“Intense?” Ben asked.

“Yes. And incredible.”

None of us had ever been part of a heat before, so we were just as new to this as Esme was. We’d heard the stories, of course. But now I knew none of the stories remotely compared to what it was like to be in the same space as a perfuming Omega and hearing her beg for you. Or seeing how sweetly she submitted.

We all looked at each other blankly. This was the farthest thing from what I expected when I woke up this morning. I wasn’t upset—I was fucking ecstatic—but I felt just as tired as Esme seemed to be from the whirlwind that was the last few hours.

She hadn’t lied in the bathroom. It seemed like she liked it soft and gentle as much as she liked it rough. I looked forward to exploring every aspect of this with her.

“While she’s sleeping,” I said. “We need to make sure we order food. I don’t think any of us are going to have the time or desire to cook, and we’re not putting everything on Rylan because he’s a Beta.”

“I appreciate that,” he said with a grin. “I do have to watch the time to make sure I call Eva for the check-in.”

“Where did Addison put our gifts?” I directed the question at Ben. Since I’d been taking care of Esme while they fixed the nest, I hadn’t seen where they ended up.

Esme had noticed we were leaving at the store one by one, but she didn’t know we’d done that to choose our individual gifts for her heat, and the first of our courtship. Mine was an incredibly long pair of soft socks. On Esme, I estimated they’d reach her thighs and the image in my head of her in one of our shirts and those socks made my mouth water.

The nest was drenched in the scent of her heat perfume, which was her beautiful scent only more intense. Mouth watering and alluring, it made me want to bury my head between her thighs just like Ben had done and make her scream my name.