“I know,” Malik says. “But we’re taking this slow. Making sure she’s ready.”
“I am ready,” I protest. “Please, I need?—”
“Not yet,” Dax says firmly, and the command in his voice makes my omega settle slightly even as I whimper in protest. “We’re going to make you come at least once more before we even think about knotting you. Want you so ready you’re begging for it.”
“I am begging,” I point out breathlessly.
Cole laughs, the sound warm and affectionate. “She’s got a point.”
“Once more,” Malik says, and it’s not a suggestion. “Give us one more, omega, and then we’ll give you what you really need.”
His hand slides up my thigh and joins Cole and Jalen’s fingers, and suddenly there are three of them touching me, working together with devastating efficiency.
“Oh God,” I gasp, my head falling back against the pillows. “That’s—I can’t?—”
“You can,” Dax says. His mouth finds my neck, kissing and nipping at my skin. “You’re going to. Going to come apart for usone more time and then we’re going to take such good care of you, omega. Going to make this heat bearable. Going to fill you up and knot you and make you forget you ever hurt.”
The promise in his words combined with three sets of hands working me over is too much. I’m hurtling toward the edge again, faster than ever, completely at their mercy.
“That’s it,” Cole encourages, his voice dropping into that sinful register again. “Feel how ready you are? How desperate? Your pretty pussy is dripping all over our hands, sweetheart. Can’t wait to feel you squeeze my knot. Can’t wait to fill you until you’re so full you can’t take any more.”
“Cole,” I whimper, and this time it’s definitely encouragement.
“Love hearing you say my name like that,” he murmurs. “Say it again. Tell me whose fingers are making you feel this good.”
“Cole,” I gasp out obediently. “Cole, Jalen, Malik—please?—”
“And me,” Dax growls against my neck. “Don’t forget me, omega.”
“Dax,” I add desperately. “All of you. Please, I?—”
“We know what you need,” Malik says, and his thumb presses firmly against exactly the right spot.
I shatter.
I’m vaguely aware that I’m shaking apart, that I’m probably making embarrassing sounds, that my nails are definitely leaving marks.
But mostly I’m just feeling. Drowning in pleasure and pack scent and the absolute rightness of being surrounded by alphas who care enough to make sure I come three times before even getting what they need.
When I finally come back to myself, I’m crying again. Proper tears are streaming down my face as I try to catch my breath.
“Perfect,” Dax murmurs, kissing the tears from my cheeks. “You’re so perfect, omega. Did so well for us.”
“So beautiful when you come apart,” Jalen adds softly. Hisfingers have withdrawn, but his hand is rubbing soothing circles on my hip. “Could watch you do that all day.”
“Please don’t,” I manage weakly. “I don’t think I’d survive.”
Cole laughs, bright and warm. “She’s got jokes. That’s a good sign.”
“That’s a sign she needs what we haven’t given her yet,” Malik corrects. His hand is still on my thigh, grounding me. “Ready for more, omega? Or do you need a minute?”
I take inventory of my body. The three orgasms have taken the edge off, but I can still feel heat simmering under my skin, still feel the desperate, empty ache that won’t be satisfied until I’m properly knotted.
“More,” I whisper. “Please. I need more.”
“Then you’ll get more,” Dax promises. “Everything you need. Everything you can take.”
And looking at the four of them, clothes still on, eyes dark with rut, scents thick with want and affection, I believe him.
