"Cass?" Beck's quiet voice cuts through the haze of my focus. He's still kneeling at the foot of the nest, his blue eyes wide with confusion. "Are you...are we going to rut her? Right now?"
I turn back to look at Tansy as I answer him. "Yes."
"But...she's so upset," he says softly. "I don't understand. Isn’t it…” His voice is barely a whisper, “...wrong?”
"It's not about what we want, Beck," I explain gently. “Her body is in shock. It's caught in a feedback loop of fear, and it can't get out. Words won't break it. Touching won't break it. The only thing that can force a reset is a complete biological override.”
“We have to flood her system with our pheromones,” Warren says. “It's the only way to pull her out of the panic. It's the only way to make her settle."
I glance back at the beta. He’s looking down at his hands, his brow furrowed in thought.
"Okay," he mumbles, the word small and uncertain.
"Don’t worry, Beck," Grason says with a small, sweet smile. “We're going to take care of her. You’ll see.”
A soft whimper escapes Tansy's lips, making all of us go still.
It's the first sound she's made that isn't pure terror. Her fingers flex against Grason's arms, then she reaches out, searching blindly through the air between us. Her hand finds my thigh, her nails scraping lightly against my skin, a desperate, silent command.
I'm moving before I even think.
The pain in my knee is a forgotten spark as I shift, maneuvering carefully between her legs. I settle over her, bracing my hands on the mattress on either side of Grason's hips.
I can feel the frantic, hummingbird beat of her heart through the press of our bodies. I can feel the fine, relentless tremor that still runs through her, a vibration that Grason is trying to absorb. And I can feel the first, faint stirrings of her own body's response, a desperate, instinctual need for the very thing we're about to give her.
"Look at me, Tansy," I command, my voice soft but absolute. Her brown eyes, swimming with unshed tears, finally focus on mine. "Only at me."
My cock is a bar of steel against my stomach, a testament to the primal need roaring through me. I grip the base, my knuckles white, and guide the head to her entrance. She's soaked, her slick a desperate, welcoming heat. I push inside her, a slow, deliberate inch.
A shuddering gasp tears from her throat, her back arching against Grason's chest. It's not a sound of pain, butof pure, overwhelming relief. It's the sound of a key turning in a locked door.
"Let go, baby," Grason groans into her hair, his own hips rocking slightly against her ass. "We've got you."
I sink deeper, burying myself to the hilt. For a moment, we’re all still, barely breathing.
The air is thick with the scent of our pack, of slick and sweat and desperate need.
And I start to move, a slow, deep rhythm, each stroke a deliberate act of love, of healing. Warren leans in, his mouth finding one of her nipples, his tongue a gentle, swirling tease. Tansy's whimpers turn into soft, breathy moans. Her body, once rigid with fear, is now pliant, yielding, moving with us.
Then, something shifts in our sweet girl.
Her hips lift to meet my next thrust, a silent demand for more. Her hands, which had been hanging loose, grip my forearm hard.
"Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse. "Cass... harder."
Her plea is a lit match to gasoline.
My control shatters. The slow, loving rhythm evaporates, replaced by a frantic, primal pounding. I'm no longer healing her. I'm claiming her, erasing every last trace of fear with the force of my own body.
“Harder, Cass,” Warren leans up, admiring her stunning body.
With every punishing thrust, her full tits bounce and jiggle, the soft flesh slapping against her chest in a hypnotic rhythm.
"Look at her," Grason growls as he looks down her body, his voice a dark, possessive rumble that vibrates through her back and into all of us. "Look at those perfect fucking titsbounce for her alphas. That's it, Cass. Make her feel it. Make her forget everything but our cocks."
His words light something inside me, and I’m suddenly overcome with a primal need to see my omega completely stuffed, to see every one of us buried inside her.
With a final, deep thrust, I pull out of her, leaving her empty and gasping. My gaze locks onto Gray’s cock, tapping up against Tansy’s ass.
