“You’re taking us all so well,” Adrian praises, his voice tight with arousal. “So beautiful like this, Elle.”
I’m floating on their words, their touch, their scent surrounding me from all sides. My heat is a distant throb now, temporarily satisfied by their combined attention. For the first time since it began, I feel not trapped by my biology but liberated by it—free to take pleasure, to be vulnerable, to surrender to needs I’ve denied for too long.
Miles shifts his angle slightly, hitting a spot inside me that makes my vision blur. I cry out around Caleb, the sound muffled but unmistakable in its intensity.
“There,” Miles says with satisfaction. “Hold still.”
He drives into that spot again and again, each thrust precise and deliberate. Caleb matches his rhythm, careful not to push too deep, his movements controlled despite the obvious strain in his muscles. Adrian’s hand slides beneath me, finding mybreast, rolling the nipple between his fingers in time with Miles’s thrusts.
The combined sensation is too much—pleasure approaching the edge of pain, overwhelming in its intensity. I feel my climax building, a tidal wave gathering force, threatening to sweep away whatever remains of my carefully constructed identity.
“Let go, Elle,” Adrian murmurs, somehow reading my hesitation. “We’ve got you.”
His permission breaks the last of my resistance. I surrender completely, letting the orgasm take me, my body convulsing around Miles’s cock as waves of pleasure crash through me. My mouth tightens around Caleb, drawing a strangled curse from him as his control slips.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—” he groans, his hands tightening in my hair as he starts to pull back.
I grab his hip, holding him in place, wanting—needing—to taste him completely. His release floods my mouth, hot and salty-sweet, and I swallow greedily, drawing every drop from him as he shudders above me.
Behind me, Miles’s rhythm falters, his composure finally breaking as his own climax approaches. His grip on my neck tightens, his breathing harsh in the sudden quiet as Caleb collapses beside me.
“Elle,” he growls, my name a rare indulgence from his usually economical speech. “Taking me so well.”
He drives into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt, his knot resting just outside of my entrance as his release pulses inside me, adding to Adrian and Caleb’s attentions.
The feeling of being claimed by all three Alphas—marked inside and out with their scent, their seed—satisfies something primal in my Omega instincts that I never knew existed.
Miles holds still for a long moment, his breathing gradually slowing as his hand gentles on my neck, thumb stroking the sensitive skin there in silent appreciation. When he finally withdraws, it’s with careful consideration for my comfort, his hands steadying me as I collapse onto the mattress, utterly spent.
The three Alphas move around me, coordinating without words—Miles bringing a warm cloth to clean me, Caleb fetching water, Adrian arranging pillows and blankets to nest me comfortably.
When they’re finished, Adrian draws me against him, my back nestled against his chest as he spoons around me. Caleb stretches out on my other side, one arm thrown casually across my waist. Miles sits at the edge of the bed, his hand resting lightly on my ankle, maintaining contact even as he gives me space.
“Rest now,” Adrian murmurs against my hair, his arms tightening around me. “Your heat will cycle again soon, but you have time to sleep first.”
I make a sound of contentment as his hand curls possessively around my breast, thumb brushing the nipple in a touch that’s more comforting than sexual.
“When you wake up,” he continues, voice dropping to a whisper meant only for me, “I’ll knot you properly. If you want.”
“I’d like that,” I murmur, already drifting toward sleep, cocooned in the scent and warmth of three Alphas who’ve somehow transformed from rivals into partners in my care.
For the first time since this storm began—both the literal one outside and the biological one within me—I feel completely at peace. Not because my heat is satisfied, though it temporarily is. Not because I’ve found one perfect Alpha to see me through it, because I haven’t.
Instead, I’ve found three imperfect men who, together, create something perfect—a balance of strength and tenderness, control and abandon, practicality and passion that fulfills needs I never knew I had.
As consciousness fades, I find myself no longer comparing them, no longer trying to categorize their worth as individuals. Together, they are exactly what I need. Together, they have claimed me as theirs.
And I, surprising myself most of all, have claimed them right back.
sixteen
. . .
Caleb
The pancake battersizzles as it hits the hot pan, and I find myself smiling like an idiot while I cook. Behind me, Adrian taps away at his laptop, probably drafting emails with the same intensity he brings to everything. Miles sits on the couch, reading something on his tablet, his presence solid and unobtrusive. It feels domestic. It feels right. And that’s the most surprising thing about this morning after—how natural it feels to be here with them, making breakfast while Elle showers. The memory of last night hits me without warning, and heat rushes through my body. Elle, straddled over my face, her thighs trembling against my cheeks as Adrian took her from behind, Miles’s cock sliding between her perfect lips. Fuck. I adjust myself discreetly, focusing on not burning breakfast instead of the growing hardness in my sweatpants.
I flip a pancake, watching golden bubbles form on its surface while the memory washes over me in vivid detail. It had been during the third wave of her heat, when we’d all found a rhythm together that still blows my mind when I think about it.
