The contact is almost too much. I’m so sensitive, so desperate for relief, that even the lightest touch feels intense. Jalen seems to understand because he keeps his touch gentle, learning me with careful fingers.
“So wet,” he murmurs, almost reverently. “So perfect. Tell me what feels good, sweetheart.”
I can barely form thoughts, let alone words, but I try. “There—yes, like that?—”
His fingers circle slowly, and I’m shaking apart, pressure building in my core with devastating speed. Malik is still working my inner thigh with his mouth, making me shiver with each stroke. And then Jalen’s thumb finds exactly the right spotand presses just right and I’m gone.
The orgasm crashes over me, pleasure so intense my entire body shudders uncontrollably. I’m distantly aware that I’m crying out, that my body is arching and shaking, that my nails are probably leaving marks in Jalen’s shoulders. But mostly I’m just drowning in sensation, in relief, in the absolute rightness of being surrounded by pack while my body finally, finally gets what it needs.
It seems to last forever and no time at all. When I finally come back to myself, I’m trembling and breathless, and there are tears on my cheeks.
“Shhh,” Jalen soothes, his clean hand coming up to brush my hair back. “You’re okay. We’re right here with you.”
“That was beautiful,” Cole says softly. “You’re beautiful when you come, Sierra. Want to see it again.”
“Again?” I manage weakly. My body feels like jelly, boneless and satisfied in a way I haven’t felt in days.
“Again,” Malik confirms, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “That was one, omega. We’re going to give you as many as you can take.”
As if to prove his point, Jalen’s fingers start moving again. The touch is different now, more confident, using what he learned from my first orgasm to map out exactly what I like.
“Mmm,” Malik growls approvingly. He’s moved up slightly, his mouth now on my stomach, kissing and nipping at the soft skin there. “See? Your body knows. Your omega knows. You need more.”
Cole’s hand joins Jalen’s, fingers sliding lower to circle my entrance, and the dual sensation makes me gasp. “Let us take care of you,” he says, and his voice has dropped into a register that’s pure sin. “Let us make you feel so good you forget your own name. Want to ruin you for anyone else, sweetheart. Want you to only ever think of us when you touch yourself later.”
The words make me flush hot, arousal spiking despite already being overwhelmed. “Cole?—”
“What?” He sounds amused. “Too much? Should I stop talking?”
“Don’t you dare,” I breathe, and his laugh is low and pleased.
“Hear that? Our omega likes when I talk dirty to her.” His fingers press deeper, and I whimper. “You like knowing how much we want you? How hard it’s been keeping our hands to ourselves? How many times we’ve had to take care of our own ruts thinking about this exact scenario?”
“Cole,” Dax warns, but it comes out more like a plea than a warning.
“What? I’m just being honest.” Cole’s fingers slide inside and curl. I arch into the touch with a gasp. “There we go. Right there? Yeah, I can tell. Your pretty pussy is squeezing my fingers so tight. Imagine what you’ll feel like when we finally knot you.”
“Cole,” I gasp, but whether it’s a protest or encouragement even, I’m not sure.
“She’s blushing,” Jalen observes, sounding delighted. His own fingers are working in tandem with Cole’s, the two of them finding a rhythm that’s driving me steadily toward another peak. “All the way down her chest. It’s adorable.”
“It’s hot,” Dax corrects. His hand is still on my breast, but now his mouth joins it, and the wet heat of his tongue against my nipple makes me cry out. “Everything about her is hot. The way she responds. The sounds she makes. The way she smells when she’s close.”
“And she’s close now,” Malik says. He shifts, sliding up my body to mirror Dax, claiming my other breast. “Can feel it in the way she’s tensing. Come on, omega. Give us another one. Show us how good we make you feel.”
The combination of Jalen and Cole’s fingers working together, Dax and Malik’s mouths on my breasts, the absolutely filthy things Cole keeps murmuring—it’s too much. I’m flying toward the edge again, faster than should be possible.
“Fuck yes, Sierra,” Cole encourages. “Feel how ready you are? Your body knows what it needs. Knows we’re going to takesuch good care of you. Going to fuck you so good during your heat, you’ll never want another alpha to touch you. Just us. Only us.”
“Fuck,” I whimper, and the curse feels entirely appropriate.
“Language, omega,” Dax says, but he sounds pleased rather than chiding. His teeth graze my nipple, and I nearly come apart right there. “Though I like hearing you lose control. Like knowing we affect you that much.”
“You do,” I gasp out. “I can’t—I’m going to?—”
“Then do it,” Malik orders against my breast. “Come for us again. Let us feel it.”
Jalen’s fingers press deeper, and Cole’s thumb finds that perfect spot again, and I’m gone, crying out as the second orgasm crashes over me. This one is different. It’s longer, rolling through me in waves, leaving me shaking and gasping and completely wrecked.
