“Everything.” I reach for him, for all of them. “I need everything.”
They don’t make me ask twice.
Nate’s mouth finds my neck, kissing along the bond mark he left there. The sensation makes me gasp—it’s sensitive now, connected directly to the bond, and every brush of his lips sends sparks of pleasure straight to my clit.
Lucas’s hand slides between my thighs, fingers stroking through my slick. “So slick already,” he murmurs. “Soaked. Your body knows what it needs.”
“Knows who it needs,” I correct him. “You. All three of you.”
His fingers push inside me and I moan. I’m still loose from earlier—from hours of being fucked and knotted—but my pussy still grips him eagerly, clenching around his fingers, wanting more.
“That’s it.” Lucas works me open with deliberate focus, but I can feel the heat behind it. Feel his desire pulsing through the bond. “Three fingers already. Your pussy’s been well-used, hasn’t it?”
“Yes.” The word comes out as a whine. “But I need more. Need to be filled.”
Theo captures my mouth in a kiss, swallowing my sounds as Lucas adds a fourth finger. The stretch makes me shudder. My slick is everywhere—coating Lucas’s hand, dripping down my thighs, filling the nest with the thick, sweet scent of omega in heat.
I feel them all. Nate’s possessive satisfaction. Lucas’s intense focus layered over raw desire. Theo’s sunshine-bright joy. They’re tangled together in my chest, three distinct threads woven into something bigger than any of us alone.
Pack. Family.Mine.
“More,” I gasp against Theo’s mouth. “Need more.”
“What do you want?” Theo’s voice is a low rumble. “Tell us exactly what you need.”
I should be embarrassed. Should feel shy about voicing the filthy things my heat-addled brain is conjuring. But I’m past that now. Past shame, past hesitation. These are my alphas. My pack. They’ve seen me at my most desperate, and they love me anyway.
“I want all of you,” I say. “At the same time. I want—” I take a breath. “I want to feel you everywhere. In my mouth. My pussy. My...” I trail off, heat flooding my cheeks.
“Your ass?” Lucas finishes, and there’s no judgment in his voice. Just curiosity and want. “You want one of us in your ass while the others take your other holes?”
The way he says it—matter-of-fact and filthy at the same time—makes me clench around his fingers. Fresh slick gushes out, coating his hand.
“Yes. Please. I need—I need to feel completely full. Like there’s no part of me that isn’t being claimed.”
Theo makes a sound low in his throat. His arousal spikes so hard I feel it in my own chest—nearly painful. “Fuck. Cara.”
“We’ve got you.” Nate’s already moving, lying back against the pillows and pulling me with him so I’m straddling his hips. His cock presses against my stomach, hot and thick and leaking.
Lucas is right there, his hand sliding between my thighs, gathering the slick that’s dripping from me. “We’ll go slow. You tell us if anything hurts.”
I nod, my heart racing. I’ve never done this before—never been with more than one partner at a time, let alone three. But my heat is singing through my blood, making me bold, making mewant.
“Lean forward a little.” Lucas guides me, and I brace my hands on Nate’s chest. His cock is right there, thick and hard and flushed red, pre-cum beading at the tip. I wrap my hand around it and stroke.
“Cara—” His voice is rough, strained. He’s struggling to hold back—I don’t need the bond to know that, but I feel it anyway. He’s been so controlled this whole heat, always making sure I was taken care of first. Always putting the pack before himself.
Not anymore.
“I want you inside me,” I tell him. I position myself over him, the head of his cock notching against my entrance. My slick coats him instantly, makes him groan. “Want to ride you while they?—”
I don’t finish the sentence. I just sink down onto him.
We both moan. He’s thick and hot, stretching my pussy perfectly, and my body welcomes him like coming home. I don’t stop until he’s buried to the hilt, until I can feel every inch of him inside me, his cock pressed against that spot that makes me see stars.
“Fuck.” Nate’s hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise. He doesn’t say anything else—just groans, low and desperate, as I take him deeper.
I clench around him, making him groan, and start to move. Slow, rolling movements that let me feel him sliding in and out. More slick floods out with every thrust, coating where we’re joined, the wet sounds filling the nest.
