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Dorian again, pulling me into his lap, making me ride him while the other two watch. His hands on my hips, controlling my pace, bouncing me on his cock like a toy.
"Look at you," he growls. "Cock-drunk little omega. Can't get enough, can you?"
"No—" I'm beyond shame now. "Can't get enough. Need more."
"Then take more." He slams me down onto his knot and I come screaming.
Oakley's mouth on my cunt while Corvus is still locked inside me, tongue working my clit, making me come around his packmate's knot until I'm sobbing and begging for mercy that none of them are willing to give.
A moment I'll never forget: Dorian beneath me, Oakley behind me, both of them pushing in at the same time. The stretch isimpossible—too much, can't take it, going to split in half—but then they're both inside me and I'm so full I see stars.
"That's it." Dorian's voice is wrecked. "Taking both our cocks. Feel us rubbing together inside you?"
I can. I can feel everything. Both of them moving in counterpoint, one pushing in while the other pulls out, keeping me constantly stuffed full. Corvus feeding me water between thrusts, clinical even now, his free hand playing with my clit.
When they both knot me at once—Dorian in my cunt, Oakley in my ass—the stretch is so intense I black out for a second. Come to with both of them locked inside me, pulsing, filling me from both ends while Corvus watches with dark, calculating eyes.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, and coming from him, it sounds like the highest praise.
Bythetimethesun sets, I've lost count of how many times I've come. How many knots I've taken. How many ways they've made me scream.
The heat is quieting now. Not gone, but manageable. The desperate edge has worn away, leaving something warmer. Softer.
I'm arranged between them in the ruined nest—Dorian behind me, Corvus in front, Oakley pressed against my back above Dorian's arm. We're all tangled together, sticky with sweat and slick and come, too exhausted to do anything but breathe.
"How are you feeling?" Oakley asks, his lips brushing my shoulder.
"Wrecked," I admit. "In the best way."
Dorian chuckles against my neck. "You took everything we gave you. Greedy little omega."
It should piss me off—being called greedy, being reduced to my designation. But there's affection in his voice. Admiration.
And honestly? I was greedy. I wanted all of them. Took all of them. Made them give me exactly what I needed.
"Your refractory period is impressive," Corvus observes. "Most omegas require longer recovery between—"
"Corvus." Oakley's voice is fond. "Read the room."
"I'm simply noting that her stamina is—"
"Exceptional," I finish for him, too tired to be annoyed. "Yeah. I know."
Silence settles over us. Comfortable. Content.
The heat will probably spike again in a few hours. We'll do this all over again—the taking and the giving and the claiming. But for now, I let myself float in the aftermath.
"I didn't know it could be like this," I murmur, the words slurring with exhaustion. "Heat, I mean. That it could feel good instead of just... necessary."
"It should always feel good." Oakley's voice is fierce. "We should have done this right from the beginning."
"Yeah." Dorian's arm tightens around me. "We should have."
No argument from Corvus. Just his hand finding mine, fingers interlacing.
They're trying. All three of them. And maybe that doesn't erase what they did—the hunting, the claiming, the months of torment. But here, in this nest they built for me, surrounded by their warmth and their scents and their obvious devotion...
