I nod frantically, mouth still full, tears pricking my eyes as my body starts to shake in warning.
The pressure behind me changes. Theo goes still for half a breath—just long enough for me to register the shift—then his hands tighten on my hips, fingers digging in like he’s anchoring himself.
“Beau,” he grits, breath breaking. “I can’t—”
“You can,” Beau snaps in interruption, thrusting roughly up into me again. “Take her.”
The command hits, sharp and absolute, and Theo growls as something in him gives way.
His hands stay firm on my hips as he shifts me forward by inches, guiding my weight down while Beau remains solid and unyielding beneath me.
Connor doesn’t pull away. There’s no chance of that. He’s hovering over us, completely gone—his toned, muscular body bowed forward and his breath ragged, his hand still locked in my hair as he follows every movement instinctively.
I can feel the tremor in him, the way his control is fraying, hips rocking helplessly as he keeps me exactly where he wants me.
“Don’t stop, Omega,” he growls hoarsely. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Theo presses closer behind me, chest to my back and his heateverywhere. My thighs spread wider over Beau’s hips as Theo settles in, his presence unmistakable now, lining everything up with care that feels reverent and feral all at once.
I feel the moment when he commits, and the sensation when he finally pushes in is overwhelming—not sharp, not painful, justtoo muchin the best possible way.
I sob around Connor’s cock as my body stretches again, opening around Theo while Beau remains locked deep inside me, holding me full from below.
“Fuck,” Beau snarls, feeling it immediately. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”
Theo’s forehead drops to my shoulder, breath ragged.
“I can feel you everywhere,” he gasps. “You, and him, and… Jesus,Emery—”
Connor guides my mouth as his hips rock, picking up the pace again.
“Look at her,” he murmurs. “Look at what she does to us.”
Beau drives upward beneath me, forcing my body to rock in time, and every movement becomes shared. Theo holds me from behind, shifting with Beau’s rhythm as though they’ve always known how to do this together.
Each thrust from one makes the other hit deeper; each sound I make pulls them closer.
My instincts scream approval as the pack closes in.
“She’s shaking,” Beau growls. “She's close.”
Theo nods against my shoulder, barely holding on.
“She’sperfect.”
With that, Beau loses whatever control he had left.
He surges up, fucking brutal and deep, his hands locked hard around my hips as he slams into me with rut-drunk precision. There’s no real rhythm anymore, only raw instinct and need. His chest heaves as his growl turns feral, cut from somewhere deep and alpha, and he bares his teeth like he could rip through anyone who tried to take me.
Theo answers it immediately. Behind me, his body locks tight, cock wedged right against Beau’s as they bury themselves into the hilt. His large arms cage me in, forearms flexed beside my ribs and anchoring me in place as Beau fucks me deep enough that I scream.
The air goes thick as our scents collide, and the bond flares; violent, blinding,final.
And I feel it hit all at once.
Beau’s cock pulses deep inside as he goes rigid beneath me, his knot swelling fast as he drives it home with a hoarse shout. Theo jerks at the same time, panting into my shoulder and grinding helplessly as his own release crashes through him, body trembling with it.
They knot me together: two alphas, locking me in from both sides of my cunt while I break apart between them.
