But I can’t hold onto the thought. Another wave is building, softer than before but still insistent. I reach for whoever’s closest, and hands are there immediately.
Always there. Always ready.
I lose count of how many times they knot me.
It all blurs together. Ben and his dirty talk, making me laugh even when I’m desperate. Milo and his smooth control, always knowing exactly what I need. Elijah and his quiet intensity, saying more with a look than most people do with words.
They rotate without discussion. Whoever has the most energy, whoever I reach for, whoever’s closest when the need hits. There’s no jealousy, no competition. Just three alphas working together to take care of their omega.
Their omega.
The thought surfaces and I hold onto it.Mine.They’re mine. And I’m theirs.
Another wave builds. I reach out, and Elijah is there.
Chapter 17
Elijah
She reaches for me, and I’m already there.
I’ve been watching. Waiting. That’s what I do. Ben talks, Milo charms, and I watch. I’ve spent the last however many hours memorizing every sound she makes, every expression that crosses her face, every way her body responds to being touched.
I know things about her now that she probably doesn’t know about herself.
I know that she arches her back right before she comes. That her breath catches in a specific pattern when she’s close. That she grips the blankets when she’s trying to hold on and reaches for skin when she’s ready to let go.
Right now, she’s reaching.
“Elijah.” My name in her mouth, broken and desperate and beautiful.
I don’t answer. Words have never been my strength. Instead, I settle over her, letting my weight press her into the nest, and watch her eyes flutter closed with relief.
There. That’s what she needed—pressure, grounding, the solid weight of me holding her down.
Ben and Milo are somewhere behind me. Resting, probably. We’ve been rotating for hours, and even alphas have limits. ButI’ve been conserving energy. Waiting for my turn. Watching and learning while they took care of her.
I’m not jealous. That surprises me a little. I thought I would be, watching other alphas knot the omega I want. But it’s not like that. It’s pack. They’re not competition. They’re partners.
We’re building something here. Something that matters.
“Please.” Her voice pulls me back. “Elijah, please.”
I brush hair from her face. Study the flush on her cheeks, the glaze in her eyes, the way her lips are swollen from kisses. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve spent my life studying beautiful things.
I don’t tell her that. I show her instead.
I kiss her. Slow and deep, nothing like the frantic kisses I’ve watched her share with the others. I take my time. Taste her properly. Learn the shape of her mouth, the way she sighs against my lips, the way her hands come up to grip my shoulders like she’s afraid I’ll disappear.
I’m not going anywhere.
When I finally pull back, her eyes are wet.
“Elijah.” Just my name again. She says it like it means something.
It does. To me, it does.
I reach between us, find her pussy, stroke through the slick gathered there. She’s drenched. Has been for hours. The scent of her arousal is everywhere, mixed with the musk of the other alphas, layered into something that smells like pack. Like home.
