Seconds later, Damon lets loose. He fucks my mouth hard and fast, his hands in my hair. I let him use me, swallowing him down easily, craving his taste. With a grunt, he comes down my throat, and I swallow everything he gives me, wanting to savor it all. With pleasure like this, why would a bonded omega ever leave their nest?
While I’m still pulsing and moaning, Laz slips out of my ass and falls onto the bed, his chest heaving. “That was the best sex of my life,” he murmurs. “Is it possible to get high on slick? Because right now, I’m slick drunk.”
When Damon slides out of my mouth, I lick his tip clean, determined not to waste a single drop. Despite emptying a crazy amount down my throat, he’s already hardening again, lettingme know he’s not done with me. Alpha stamina is on another level.
While I’m riddled with orgasm aftershocks, Ren’s knot deflates. Usually, alpha knots stay locked in place for a longer period. But through our bond, he must sense his pack leader’s readiness to claim me.
“Lie back, little omega,” Cole commands as Ren slides out. I do as Cole asks. Despite the mind blowing knotting session, the burning desire in my belly resurfaces, like a fire reigniting from embers.
“Alphas…” I’m already raring to go again. “More knots. I need more?—”
“I’ve got you.” Cole silences my pleading by rolling on top of me, pushing my knees farther apart and entering me.
Most packs have a hierarchical structure, and many leaders dictate that they be first to knot their omega during a heat. I love how Cole wanted Ren to go first, but now he’s ready to take his prize.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He scrapes his teeth over his bottom lip as his cock pistons in and out of my throbbing center. “Dripping in slick. Is that all for us?”
“Yes, alpha. So fucking wet for your knot.”
I claw at his shoulders, running my hands down his muscular back, and squeezing his ass. His hulking frame pins me to the mattress, leaving me unable to see anyone or anything else in the room over his broad shoulders.
A full-body tremor grips me when Cole licks along my claim mark, his tongue filled with dirty promises. “Tell me how much you want my knot.”
My thighs shake as my next orgasm blooms deep in my core.
“I don’t want your knot. I fucking need it.” My body tightens from the tension. “My pussy needs you to lock inside me. Please.”
He growls, his knot growing. When my pussy latches onto it, pinning us together, I can finally let go. The relief is immediate and devastating—releasing the pressure my muscles have been holding, like being able to exhale after hours of holding a breath. Cole’s knot grounds me to this world, while everything else floats on by.
Our pack is complete.
All together.
“You better get ready for a long night, brothers,” Cole smirks up at Damon, who is already waiting for his turn again. “We need to keep our omega satisfied.”
I inhale all the scents filling my nest. Cole provides the steadying smell of clean linen, making me feel secure. Ren provides the calming undertones of parchment and lavender, giving me the confidence to trust. Damon’s leather and nicotine brings a subtle dangerous edge that makes me want to seek adventure. Laz’s rich, indulgent sunshine scent turns a normal day into a fun vacation I never want to return from. With all of their comforting smells combining, I've never felt so safe or loved. Finally, we are one.
“My alphas,” I murmur, more to myself than them, suspended in a state of delirium. “I love my alphas.”
Laz chuckles, leaning to kiss my forehead. “We love you too, honeybee.”
“No.” I struggle to sit up. All the oxytocin has made me feel a little tipsy and extra bold. “I mean it. Like, I love-love you.”
“We know you do,” Cole replies fondly. “We can feel it.” He taps his claim mark. “And we love you too.”
Even though our love transcends words—I can feel their love rushing through me, stitching our bond together, sealing it in place—it’s still nice to hear it.
“Here.” Ren holds out a water bottle with a straw, putting it to my lips. “You should drink something.”
“No water,” I grumble, turning my head away. “Just cum.”
Laz snorts. “I’m gonna commit that line to memory.”
“You need to keep your energy up.” Ren nudges the straw to my mouth in encouragement, not taking no for an answer. “And you want us to give you more knots, right?”
I gasp in outrage. “You won’t give me knots?”
“We will, if you drink some of this,” he bribes.
