Wordlessly, I look up at Dax, and he’s watching us with dark eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Help me out?” I suggest.
He doesn’t need to be asked twice.
Dax shifts position, settling beside me between Sierra’s spread thighs. We exchange a look, and then we both lean in.
The moment both our mouths touch her, Sierra practically screams. The sensation of two alphas working her at once is clearly overwhelming in the best way, and I feel a surge of satisfaction at her response. Cole and Jalen move in, each on either side, lips on her nipples.
We find a rhythm quickly. I focus on her clit while Dax’s tongue explores lower, sliding inside her, tasting her deeply. Then we switch, and I’m the one pushing my tongue inside her while Dax circles her clit with deliberate pressure.
“Oh god,” Sierra gasps, her hands scrambling for purchase. One finds my shoulder, nails digging in. The other tangles in Dax’s hair. “Oh god, I can’t—I’m going to?—”
“Mmm,” Dax growls against her. “Let us taste it, omega.”
I add my fingers, sliding two inside her while my mouth returns to her clit, and that’s all it takes. Sierra shatters, crying out as her orgasm crashes through her. Her inner walls clench around my fingers, and I work her through it, gentling my touches as the waves ease.
When she finally goes boneless, I press soft kisses to her inner thigh before looking up at her face.
She’s flushed and breathless and beautiful, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. The trembling has stopped. She looks peaceful in a way she hasn’t all evening.
“Better?” I ask softly.
She nods, reaching for me.
Dax settles on her other side, and Cole and Jalen move closer too.
“We should sleep,” I suggest, even though I don’t want this moment to end.
“Here?” Sierra whispers hopefully. “In the fort?”
“Absolutely here,” Jalen confirms. “No way I’m dismantling this masterpiece.”
So we adjust ourselves, rearranging pillows and blankets until we’re all comfortable. Sierra curls up between Dax and me, her head on my chest.
“This was a good day,” she murmurs, already half-asleep.
“The best day,” I agree.
“Tomorrow’s going to be good too,” she says, like she’s trying to convince herself.
“It will be,” I promise.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Cole
The morning light filtering through the windows is different.
Softer somehow. Gentler. The kind of light that says the storm is truly over, that the world has returned to normal, that it’s time to rejoin reality, whether you’re ready for it or not.
I’m not ready.
I’ve been awake for an hour, just lying here in the pillow fort we built last night. Sierra’s still asleep, curled against Malik. Dax is on her other side, one arm draped protectively over her hip. Jalen’s between her thighs, face pressed into her soft skin.
We look like a pack.
We feel like a pack.
But we’re not. Not officially. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
