But I’m already turning back to them, launching myself into their arms. They catch me easily, surrounding me with their presence and scent.
“Thank you,” I sob into the nearest chest, which turns out to be Malik’s. “Thank you, thank you?—”
“Shhh,” he soothes, one hand stroking my hair. “You don’t have to thank us. This is what pack does.”
“We take care of what’s ours,” Dax adds, his voice rough with emotion.
“And you’re ours,” Cole finishes. “If you’ll have us.”
I pull back enough to look at all four of them. “I’m yours,” I confirm. “Completely.”
The energy in the room coalesces, drawing in tight around us.
“Sierra,” Malik says carefully, “we’d like to mark you. Officially claim you as our omega. But only if you want?—”
“Yes,” I interrupt. “Yes, please.”
“You don’t have to decide right now?—”
“I want to,” I insist, looking each of them in the eye. “I want to be yours in every way. Want everyone to know I’m pack. That I’m claimed.”
Jalen makes a low sound in his throat. “You’re sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
They guide me to the massive bed platform, and I sink into it with a sigh. The mattress is perfect. Firm and yet soft enough to feel like a cloud. Exactly what a nesting omega would need.
Dax cups my face gently, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. “We’re going to make this good for you,” he promises. “Make you feel so loved, so claimed, so ours.”
“I already feel that way,” I whisper.
“Then we’ll make it official.”
He leans down and captures my mouth in a kiss that’s both tender and possessive. I melt into it, into him, letting myself surrender to the feeling of being completely safe and wanted.
When he pulls back, Malik is there, his vanilla scent wrapping around me as he kisses me.
“Neck,” Dax murmurs, his lips finding the sensitive spotbelow my ear. “We’ll mark you here. All four of us. So everyone knows.”
The thought makes me shiver with want.
Gentle hands help me out of my clothes until I’m bare in the center of the nest. I watch, mesmerized, as ties are loosened and shirts discarded as they undress, too. Soon, I’m in their arms, skin against skin, a breath brushing through my nose as my body relaxes in their arms.
Their lips are everywhere, kissing, sucking, nipping. My nipples, my breasts, my belly, my center. Soon I’m squirming, panting, unable to believe this is actually about to happen.
Dax’s mouth finds the right side of my throat, kissing and tasting before his teeth press down in a claiming bite that makes me gasp. The sensation is overwhelming, part pain, part pleasure, all possession. My omega practically sings with joy as his mark blooms on my skin.
“Yes,” I breathe, tilting my head to give them better access.
Cole’s responding groan vibrates against my breast before he moves up to claim the space just below Dax’s mark. His bite is sharp and sure, another brand of ownership that makes my toes curl.
“That’s our omega,” he whispers.
Jalen’s hands are gentle as he tilts my head the other direction, exposing the unmarked side of my throat. His lips trail soft kisses along my pulse point before his teeth sink in, claiming me with the same intensity as his pack brothers. The dual sensations of his bite and Malik’s hands on my hips make me whimper.
When Malik’s mouth finally finds the remaining space on my neck, completing the set of four, I’m already trembling with need. Four marks, four alphas, branding me as theirs.
One pack.
