Dax’s scent floods the room, thick and dark and possessive. “I’ve got you, omega. Going to give you exactly what you need.” He rips his t-shirt over his head, kicks his shorts off and tosses it aside, then shifts, positioning himself between her spread thighs. And I realize the decision has been made. Dax will take care of her first.
And the rest of us...
We’re okay with it.
More than okay. Watching Dax settle between her thighs, watching him line himself up, watching the way Sierra’s back arches in anticipation, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
This is pack. This is taking care of our omega together, supporting each other through rut, making sure she gets what she needs even if it’s not from me first.
But God, I wish it was me.
“Look at me, omega,” Dax commands, and Sierra’s eyes snap to his immediately. “Going to knot you now. Going to fill you up so good you forget what it feels like to be empty. You ready?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, alpha.”
Dax pushes forward in one smooth thrust, and Sierra’s pleading cuts off with a sharp cry. Her head falls back, exposing the elegant line of her throat, and her whole body arches into the contact.
“Fuck,” Jalen breathes beside me, and I couldn’t agree more.
Watching them is mesmerizing. Dax is holding still, giving Sierra time to adjust, his jaw clenched with the effort of restraining himself. Every muscle in his body is tense, and I can see the way his shoulders are trembling with the need to move.
But he waits. Waits until Sierra’s breathing evens out slightly. Waits until she’s clinging to him instead of just clutching. Waits until she whimpers, “Move, please move.”
Then he does.
The first thrust is slow and deep, and Sierra makes a sound I’ve never heard before. Something between a moan and a sob, pure satisfaction and relief. Her legs wrap around Dax’s waist, heels digging into his lower back, urging him deeper.
“That’s it,” Dax growls. “Take it, omega. Take everything I give you.”
I’m transfixed. Can’t look away even though watching is torture. Every thrust makes my dick throb. Every sound Sierra makes goes straight to my rut-addled brain. Every time Dax’s hips snap forward, I imagine what it would feel like to be the one inside her, surrounded by that wet heat, drowning in pure, raw honeycomb.
Beside me, Malik and Jalen aren’t faring better. Malik’s hand has drifted down to palm himself, his vanilla ice-cream so thick it’s practically visible. Jalen’s breathing has gone ragged, his toasted sugar spiking every time Sierra cries out.
We’re all barely holding on.
“Please,” Sierra is begging now, her voice high and desperate. “Please, alpha, I need—I need your knot, please?—”
“Not yet,” Dax grits out, and I’m impressed he can still form words. “Want to make this last. Want you to feel every second.”
“I am feeling it,” she sobs. “Please, I need?—”
“You need to come first,” Dax says. One hand slides between their bodies, and Sierra cries out sharply. “That’s it. Come on my cock, omega. Show me how good I make you feel.”
His fingers work her, and it only takes a few seconds before Sierra is shattering again. Her fourth orgasm crashes over her, and she’s screaming, actually screaming, Dax’s name as her body convulses.
The sight and sound and smell of it is too much.
I’m coming before I can stop myself, spilling in my hand like a teenager, my whole body shaking with the force of it. Distantly, I’m aware that Jalen has done the same, his good hand fisted in the nest material, his scent spiking sharp and desperate.
But I can’t focus on that because Dax is knotting her.
I watch as his knot swells, locking them together. Watch as Sierra’s eyes go wide and then flutter closed in absolute satisfaction. Watch as Dax’s whole body goes rigid and then shudders as he comes, filling her with everything he has.
The air is thick with alpha rut and omega heat and satisfaction, and it’s overwhelming in the best possible way.
For a long moment, nobody moves. Nobody can. We’re all trying to catch our breath, trying to come back to ourselves, trying to process what just happened.
Then Sierra makes a small, contented sound. A purr? And the spell breaks.
