"What do you need?"
"You." Her nails dig into my chest. "All of you. Make it stop burning."
Permission given.
I move.
Strip her clothes off with hands that shake from restraint. Every inch of skin revealed makes the rut worse. Flushed pink from fever, chest heaving, nipples peaked and begging for my mouth. Slick coating her inner thighs in thick, glossy trails that catch the light. The scent of it—sweet jasmine and pure omega need—makes my cock throb.
Mine. All mine. Finally mine.
Oakley and Corvus shed clothes too. The nest fills with Alpha scent—sandalwood and cedar and mint all mixing with her jasmine until the air is thick with sex and claiming and inevitable possession.
She's watching us. Heat-drunk but aware enough to track our movements. To see us bare and hard and desperate for her. My cock is flushed dark, already leaking pre-come, the base where my knot will form already beginning to swell.
"Look at you," I growl, positioning myself between her spread thighs. "Soaking wet for us. Your cunt is dripping, baby. Tell me who made you this desperate."
Shame wars with arousal in her eyes as another wave of slick pulses out of her. The scent of her need so thick I can taste it on my tongue.
"You." Barely a whisper. "All of you."
"That's right." I run my cock through her folds, coating myself in her slick. The heat of her is incredible. "This needy little omega cunt belongs to us. Doesn't it?"
"Yes." Sobbing now. Hips bucking, trying to get me inside. "Please, I can't—it hurts—"
"Shh." Oakley's hand gentle on her cheek. "We're going to fill you up. Stretch this tight pussy around Alpha cock until you can't think. That's what you need, isn't it?"
"Yes." Desperate. "Please, please, please—"
His lips find her throat, pressing against the sensitive scent gland that pulses with her racing heartbeat. She melts into the contact with a broken moan.
Jealousy flares hot and vicious in my chest.
"Mine first," I growl. Words barely human. "My claim is primary. My cock fills her first."
Corvus nods, dark eyes locked on where I'm positioned at her entrance. "Pack hierarchy demands it."
Her body responds with a fresh gush of slick that makes my nostrils flare. Even heat-drunk and desperate, she's producing enough to take me. To take my knot.
"Look at me." I grip her chin, forcing those fever-bright green eyes to meet mine. "I'm going to fuck you now. Going to fill this perfect cunt with my cock and then lock my knot inside you. You're going to take every thick inch of me. Understand?"
"Yes." Breathless. "Please, Dorian, please—"
Her begging breaks what little control I have left.
I thrust in hard and deep, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
Her scream echoes through the nest.
Tight. So fucking tight even drowning in slick. Her inner walls clench around me like a vice, rippling and fluttering as her body struggles to accommodate my size.
"Fuck." The word punches out of me. "Your cunt is strangling my cock. So perfect. Made for this. Made to be fucked full of Alpha come."
I pull back and drive in again. Harder. The wet sound of my cock pushing through her slick obscene in the quiet. She's so hot inside, fever-burning and desperately clasping at me with every thrust.
"Please." She's sobbing now. "More, I need—"
"Need what?" I slam into her. "Need my knot? Need me to breed this tight little hole?"
