"Please—" She's sobbing now. "Please, I need—need your knot?—"
"I know." My knot is swelling rapidly, catching at her entrance with each movement. "Seth, keep that pressure on her clit. Grayson, hold her steady."
They do exactly as I ask, and the coordination between us is perfect. Pack working together to take care of our omega.
"Come for us," I tell her. "Come on my cock with your whole pack touching you."
Seth presses harder on her clit, Grayson's hands tighten on her hips, and I thrust up hard. She shatters with a scream, clenching down on me so tight I see stars.
My knot pops inside her, locking us together as I come. But this time, she's not alone with just me—Grayson's arms are around her from behind, Seth's hand is still gentle on her, and I'm holding her close from the front.
Surrounded. Protected. Loved.
"Amazing,” she mumbles, half-conscious against my chest.
"You are,” I tell her, stroking her hair while Grayson and Seth keep their hands on her. Keeping her grounded. "Rest, baby. We've got you."
"All of you," she whispers.
"All of us," I confirm, and feel Seth and Grayson's agreement in the way they hold her steady between us.
This is what pack means. Not just one alpha taking care of their omega, but all of us working together to give her everything she needs.
She collapses forward onto my chest, gasping, and I start purring immediately. Grayson's hand stays on her back, Seth's on her hip. All three of us touching her, surrounding her.
"That was—" She can't finish the sentence.
"Intense?" Grayson offers, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Perfect," she breathes. "All of you. Together. I felt so?—"
"Safe," Seth finishes quietly. "You felt safe."
"Yeah." Her voice is small. "Safe. And loved."
The word hangs in the air. No one contradicts it.
"You are," I tell her simply. "Both of those things."
She's quiet for a moment, just breathing. Then: "Thank you."
"Nothing to thank us for."
"There is." She lifts her head slightly to look at all three of us. "You're all taking such good care of me. Making sure I eat and drink. Working together. Not just—" She gestures vaguely. "—this."
"This is part of it," I tell her seriously. "But yeah. The rest matters too. Aftercare is just as important as the sex."
"Aftercare," she repeats, like she's testing the word. "Terrance never?—"
"Terrance was an idiot," Grayson cuts in. "You deserve to be taken care of properly."
"All of you keep saying that." There's wonder in her voice. "Like it's obvious."
"It is obvious," I say firmly. "You're our omega. Our pack. Taking care of you isn't just something we do—it's who we are."
She blinks, and tears well up in her eyes. "I love you," she whispers. "All of you. I know we haven't said it yet, but I do. I love you so much it scares me."
My chest goes tight. "We love you too," I tell her, and I've never meant anything more. "All three of us. You're ours, Bea. For keeps."
