“Good girl,” Jalen praises softly. “Just a little more.”
She manages a few more bites before turning her head away, whimpering. “Can’t. Please, I can’t. I?—”
Her words dissolve into a desperate keen as another wave hits. Her back arches, body trembling, and the scent of slick gets stronger.
“Okay,” I soothe, setting the plate aside. “Okay, omega. We hear you.”
“Hurts,” she sobs, and there are actual tears streaming down her face. “Alpha, please, it hurts so much.”
The sight of her in distress makes something primal surge in my chest. My rut snarls, demanding I fix this, take care of our omega, make the pain stop.
“We’ve got you,” I promise, moving to settle between her thighs. “Going to make it better now.”
She’s trembling, incoherent little pleas falling from her lips. “Need you, need you, please alpha, please?—”
“I know what you need,” I tell her, my voice dropping into a register that makes her shiver. “Shhh. No more begging. You’re mine to handle now.”
I look at my brothers, checking in. Cole nods, moving to support Sierra’s injured hip carefully. Jalen positions himself near her head, ready to comfort. Dax stays close to her side, one hand stroking soothingly through her hair.
I lower my head, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs. She’s already soaked, slick coating her thighs, and the scent of her makes my mouth water.
“Please,” she begs, barely coherent. “Please please please?—”
The first touch of my tongue makes her cry out sharply, her whole body jerking. I hold her steady and focus on learningevery response, every sound that means I’m hitting the right spot.
She’s not talking anymore. Can’t form words. Just desperate keens and whimpers and broken attempts at my name that sound more like “alpha” than anything else.
“That’s right,” I murmur against her. “That’s how my omega should sound. Completely undone for me.”
Above me, I can hear Dax’s soothing rumble, Jalen’s gentle words. We’re surrounding her, giving her everything she needs.
When I circle her clit with my tongue, she sobs. When I add pressure, she practically screams.
I work her. Every lick and suck designed to push her higher. Her thighs are trembling, her whole body tight with building tension.
“Let go,” I command against her. “Come for your alpha, omega.”
And she does.
Her orgasm crashes through her, and she’s sobbing, shaking, making these broken, desperate sounds that are barely human.
I gentle my touches, working her through it, pressing soft kisses to her trembling thighs as she comes down. Her breathing is ragged, chest heaving, and she’s still making these small whimpering sounds.
But when I look up at her face, her eyes are clearer. Not completely lucid, the heat-haze is still there, but she’s more present than she was moments ago.
“Better?” I ask softly, crawling up to settle beside her.
She nods shakily, one hand reaching up to touch my face like she’s making sure I’m real. “I... yeah. I can... think a little.”
“Good,” Dax murmurs, still stroking her hair. “That’s good, sweetheart.”
Sierra’s quiet for a moment, her breathing gradually slowing. The desperate edge to her scent has eased, though it’s still thick with heat. Still sweet and heady enough to make my rut growl low in my chest.
But it’s manageable now. For her and for us.
“This is weird,” she whispers suddenly, her voice still rough and slightly slurred. Her eyes move between us, unfocused but trying. “Few days ago, I was... scowling. Just thinking about your faces.”
The words are halting, like she’s struggling to string them together through the fog, but the meaning comes through clear enough.
