"I fucking love being able to tell what you're feeling," Hunter says, his lips brushing against my ear. "Like how much you enjoy watching them kiss. Or maybe how much you'd enjoy watching them do more?"
The suggestion makes me moan before I can stop myself, my scent going even sweeter, practically flooding the nest withhoneysuckle and rose. I can feel the slickness between my thighs, my body preparing itself even though I'm too sore to actually participate.
Hunter grins against my neck, clearly pleased by my reaction. "Silas, cancel your errand you had. I think our Omega needs a little show."
The possessive term makes me blush, something about hearing it said out loud making it feel more real. Our Omega. Not just an Omega, not just someone they're helping through a heat, but theirs. Claimed and owned and belonging to all three of them.
Hunter sits up fully, arranging me in his lap with my back against his chest, my legs spread over his thighs so I'm completely exposed and open. His fingers start tracing patterns over my body, gentle touches that make me shiver. Along my collarbones, down between my breasts, across my stomach, each touch deliberate and teasing.
Silas is still kissing Wyatt, both of them making sounds that go straight to my core. Then Silas is rolling Wyatt onto his back, positioning him on all fours, and I realize with a jolt what's about to happen. I've never seen them together like this, never witnessed the dynamic between my two Alphas when they're focused on each other instead of me.
Silas's hands are gentle as he starts opening Wyatt up. Wyatt's head drops forward, his breathing going ragged, small sounds escaping him that I've never heard before. He's always so confident, so in control, but like this he's vulnerable in a way that's beautiful to watch.
Hunter's fingers slip between my thighs, finding me wet and ready despite my soreness. I mewl at the contact, too sensitive but needing the touch anyway. He's gentle, just barely teasing, giving me enough to feel good without pushing me toward anything more intense than I can handle.
I hear the sound of a zipper, then Wyatt making a low grunt as Silas lines up and starts to push in. The sight of them together steals my breath—Silas moving with controlled intensity, Wyatt taking him with a mixture of pleasure and something that looks like relief, like this is exactly what he needed.
"I had no idea how beautiful you two are together," I whisper, unable to look away. "But I thought... I mean, I assumed..."
Silas grins at me over Wyatt's back, not pausing in his movements. "You thought he topped me, didn't you? Everyone does. Sometimes he does. But not today."
"Fuck, you feel good," Wyatt gasps out, his arms trembling with the effort of holding himself up.
Silas hums in agreement, one hand splaying across Wyatt's lower back, the other gripping his hip. The rhythm he sets is steady but demanding, each thrust making Wyatt's breath catch. I'm mesmerized watching them, watching the way Silas's muscles flex and move, the way Wyatt surrenders to it completely.
Hunter's fingers continue their gentle exploration between my thighs, never pushing too hard, just maintaining constant stimulation that builds slowly. His other hand comes up to cup my breast, thumb brushing across my nipple in a way that makes me arch into the touch.
"That's it," Hunter murmurs against my ear. "Just feel. You don't have to do anything, just let yourself enjoy watching them while I take care of you."
Silas shifts his angle slightly and Wyatt cries out. "There, fuck, right there."
A gasp tears from my throat, Hunter's fingers working me toward something inevitable even though I'm not sure I can handle another orgasm. My body is oversensitive, every nerve ending firing too intensely, but I can't make myself ask him to stop.
The sight of Wyatt coming apart under Silas's hands, the sounds he's making, the way Silas moves with such controlled power becomes too much. Combined with Hunter's steady stimulation, I fall over the edge before I realize it's happening. The orgasm rolls through me gentler than the ones during my heat but still intense enough to make me sob Hunter's name.
Wyatt follows moments later, his whole body going rigid, and I watch fascinated as Silas works him through it. Then Silas is finding his own release, his movements becoming erratic, his face scrunching up with pleasure in a way that's almost vulnerable.
They collapse together in a tangle of limbs, both of them breathing hard. Hunter's arms are still wrapped around me, holding me through the aftershocks, his lips pressing gentle kisses to my shoulder.
"I could get used to this," I say once I can form coherent words again. "All of us together like this."
"I think we all can, sweetheart," Hunter agrees. "However, if we don't get cleaned up soon, your brother and the kids are going to be here and this isn't exactly what I want them walking into."
Silas laughs. "Fair point. Although explaining why we're all showering together at five-thirty in the afternoon might be its own challenge."
"We smell like sex and heat," Wyatt groans, still face-down in the pillows. "Dylan will know exactly what we've been doing."
"Dylan already knows what we've been doing," I point out. "He came over in the middle of my heat, remember? I'm sure he could smell it from outside." That’s just as embarrassing to think about and maybe also a little terrifying that everyone in the house could probably smell my heat scent.
"Still," Wyatt says, finally rolling over to look at us. "We need to finish cleaning the kitchen before they get here. The policetook photos and collected evidence, but there's still cleanup to do. I don't want the kids seeing any traces of what happened."
The mention of the kitchen, of what happened there, makes the fear surge back up. My safe space was violated.
My breath hitches, tears burning at the corners of my eyes. "I don't know if I can go back down there," I whisper. "Knowing he was there and that he broke in while I was—" My voice breaks. "What if I can't feel safe here anymore?"
Hunter's arms tighten around me immediately. "Then we make new memories," he says firmly. "Better ones. Stronger ones. We take back every space he tried to poison."
Wyatt and Silas hum in unison on the other side, their immediate agreement easing the tight knot of fear just a little. Because that's what I have now. Not just myself against the world, not just me trying to survive alone. I have a pack. I have family. I have people who will fight for me and who will help me reclaim what was taken.
