Cock in my pussy, hitting that spot with every thrust, slick squelching with every movement. Nate’s hands on my hips, guiding me, taking what he needs while giving me everything.
Cock in my ass, the stretch and burn and pressure. Lucas’s measured thrusts, controlled even now, making sure I feel every inch.
I’m moaning around Theo’s cock, the vibrations making him groan, his hand tightening in my hair. Nate is panting beneath me, his hips snapping up harder now, chasing his pleasure. Lucas’s thrusts are deep and steady, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place between them.
“So good.” Theo’s voice is rough, strained. “Taking all of us so well. Such a good omega. Our good girl. Taking three cocks at once like you were made for it.”
The praise makes me clench around Nate and Lucas both, and they groan in unison. I can feel their pleasure through the bonds—building, cresting, tangling with my own until I can’t tell whose is whose.
Lucas shifts his angle, and suddenly he’s hitting something inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. I cry out around Theo’s cock, my whole body shuddering.
“There?” Lucas does it again, and I nearly scream. “Found it. Fuck, Cara, the way you’re squeezing me. Your ass is so tight around my cock.”
“Close.” Nate’s voice is barely recognizable. His hand finds my clit, rubbing tight circles through my slick.
“Then make her come.” Theo fucks my mouth a little deeper. “Want to feel her scream around my cock.”
They move faster. Harder. Three cocks pounding into me, three sets of hands holding me, three voices groaning and praising and claiming. The scent of us fills the nest—cedar and bergamot and pine and honey, all tangled together until I’m drowning in it.
I feel everything they feel. Theo’s pleasure as my mouth works his cock. Lucas’s intense focus as he fucks my ass. Nate’s fierce satisfaction as his cock hits my g-spot over and over. It’stoo much—their pleasure and mine combined, echoing back and forth, building and building?—
“Come for us.” Nate’s voice. Theo’s voice. Lucas’s voice. All of them, through the bonds, surrounding me, commanding me. “Come, Cara.Now.”
I shatter.
The orgasm tears through me like wildfire, burning through every nerve ending, every cell. I scream around Theo’s cock, my whole body convulsing, pussy clenching around Nate, ass clamping down on Lucas so hard they both cry out.
Their pleasure spikes—I feel them losing control—and then they’re coming too.
Nate first, his knot swelling and locking inside my pussy as he floods me with his cum. I feel every pulse, every spurt, feel his release filling me up until I’m overflowing, his cum mixing with my slick and dripping down where we’re joined.
Lucas right after, his cock pulsing deep in my ass, filling me from behind. The sensation makes me come again—a second orgasm rolling through me on the heels of the first.
And Theo, groaning as he spills down my throat, his hand gentle in my hair as I swallow everything he gives me. He tastes like salt and pleasure andmine.
The pleasure goes on and on, echoing through the bonds until I can’t tell where I end and they begin. We’re one unit, one pack, one family—bound together by love and biology and the simple, undeniable truth that we belong to each other.
When it finally fades, I’m shaking. Crying. Laughing. All three at once.
Theo pulls out of my mouth gently, and I gasp for air. He’s there immediately, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, the corner of my mouth.
“You did so well.” His voice is soft, reverent. “So perfect. Our perfect omega.”
Lucas eases out of my ass carefully, and I whimper at the loss. But then he’s there too, pressing kisses to my shoulder, murmuring praise against my skin.
Nate is still locked inside me, his knot keeping us connected. He pulls me down against his chest, wrapping his arms around me, and I feel the rumble of his purr vibrating through us both. The sensation settles into my bones, soothing and warm. Safe.
“I love you.” His voice is rough, but tender. “I love you, Cara.”
“I love you too.” I press closer, feel his heart pounding against mine. “All of you. So much.”
Their emotions wrap around me—Nate’s fierce protectiveness, Lucas’s quiet joy, Theo’s golden warmth. Like a blanket, like armor, like home.
Theo moves first, rearranging the nest around us. Pulling the softest blanket up over my legs, tucking pillows closer, adjusting until everything is just right. Nesting. He’s nesting for me, and the gesture makes my throat tight.
“Comfortable?” he asks, smoothing my hair back from my face.
I nod, not trusting my voice.
