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Underneath her something rips.

Is she biting one of my cushions?

“Let me help, before my nest eats you, and that’s my job.” How am I jealous of my own nest?

I grab Paige’s shoulder, helping her to struggle onto her back.

Then I give a sunny laugh because my Omega has torn open a pillow, and feathers are stuck to her wet hair and across her cheeks.

One long feather rests on her nose.

Cute.

She glares at me, before blowing at the feathers.

“Aw, look at you beautiful.” I brush the feathers off her cheek and pluck the long feather from her nose.

“Are you trying to suffocate me in your nest?” She pouts.

“You’re the one biting and destroying my nest.” I crawl closer, until I am caging her. I arrange the feathers more firmly in her hair. “And wearing the others like a crown. My Omega Queen. Shall I worship you?”

“Aren’t you already?”

“You have no idea.”

“You’re staring.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen and you’re sprawled back like this is your throne in my nest. Give me a moment, so I don’t come just from seeing your cunt, glistening and ready for me.”

Paige’s eyes widen. “Halo…”

“What?” My eyes gleam, as I hungrily study her pussy, which is still wet with slick, even as she rises from her heat. “Did you reckon only Rhett was a kinky asshole? Luca and him may be the dominant ones, but don’t you want to know what it feels like to have an Alpha serving you? One who worships you?”

“Yes.” Paige’s eyes darken. She is staring at me just as hungrily. “Fucking do it.”

“Demanding, ain’t you?” I kiss her, before trailing lingering kisses down her jaw. “Don’t move. Let me love every inch of you.”

I lick down my Omega’s neck, as she throws back her head with a desperate whine.

Then I slide down her body, drawing the feather between her breasts and teasing it over her nipples, which harden to peaks.

She sucks in a shocked breath at the sensation. She squirms, as if unsure whether to move into or away from the combined sensations of the feather, followed by my kisses.

I stroke the feather down her twitching stomach, licking a sensual line in its wake.

I don’t want to miss a moment of her reactions.

I glance up at her from underneath my eyelashes.

Shocked, I meet her gaze, as she stares at me with an aching tenderness.

I must make this special for her.

The best rutting she’s ever experienced.

Something she never forgets.

So that she never forgets me.