He lifts his head from Warren's shoulder, his blue eyessoft and understanding as he looks right at me. A small, knowing smile touches his lips.
Cass's hand moves from my hip, caressing my lower back in a slow, soothing circle. "Tansy," he says, his voice gentle but firm. "That's not a good idea, baby."
I swear I see Grason frown.
“It’s really not,” Warren quickly agrees.
"Why not?" I push myself up slightly, his knot still a deep, grounding pressure inside me. "Don't you want me?"
"Of course we want you," Warren says immediately, his voice a low, serious rumble. "More than anything. But Cass is right. A mating bond outside of your heat...it's dangerous. It could really hurt you."
"It hurts not being mated to my whole pack," I say, my voice shaking with the force of my conviction.
"Tansy, listen to me," Cass says, his hand stilling on my back. "A bond is a permanent, powerful thing, and to force two of them at once, when you're not in heat, could break you.”
"No," I say, shaking my head, tears welling in my eyes. "It would fix me. Don't you see? I need this. I need to be tied to all of you so completely that there's no room left for anything else. For anyone else." I look at them, pleading. “Please.”
"Can't it kill an omega?" Grason finally speaks up. "Is that true?" He looks from me to Cass, and I answer before anyone else has a chance to.
“Only if the omega fights it,” I say. “There’s a threat that their throat could be torn out, but Iwantthis.” I look down at Cass, staring right into his eyes. “I want my body to be mated, knotted, and bound to my alphas.”
Cass just stares up at me, his expression unreadable. I canfeel him thinking, feel the weight of his decision pressing down on our bond. It's an odd feeling, something I can't quite place. Like a heavy undercurrent to his usual love and concern.
"Tansy," he finally says, his voice low and serious. “Are you sure?”
"Yes," I say, my voice clear and steady, despite the tears tracking down my cheeks. "It's the only thing I've ever wanted."
Cass lets out a sigh, and all playful energy in the room vanishes, replaced by a tense, serious gravity.
“Alright.” Cass's expression hardens, the alpha in him taking over completely. "If we're doing this, we're doing it right. We need to talk through the logistics." His voice low and commanding.
Warren shifts, and with a slow, careful movement, he and Grason withdraw from Beck. Their alpha cocks, still thick and semi-hard, pull from the beta’s ass one at a time. Beck hisses, his face tightening with the sting of it as his body is left empty and oversensitive.
Grason is immediately there, helping Beck lie down on his side. He kneels behind him, his hand gently rubbing Beck's reddened asshole to ease the burn.
My own body responds to the shift in mood.
I feel a thrill of excitement, a nervous energy that makes my heart race. At the same time, some of the deep, internal pressure in my pussy begins to ease. Cass's knot slowly deflates, the intense fullness receding just enough to allow for clear thought.
"Okay," Warren begins, his voice all business. He's sitting up now, his gaze sharp and focused. "The primary concern is tearing. We can't both knot her pussy at the same time. It would rip her apart."
My eyes go wide at the thought, a visceral image of my body being ripped apart flashing through my mind.
"So one of us takes her pussy, the other takes her ass?" Grason says, his voice a low rumble while he continues to caress Beck, "That's the only way it works."
"Agreed," Cass says, his hand stroking my side. But then his hand stops. He feels my flinch of fear, his gaze softening as he looks up at me. “Tansy?” he says my name gently. “Are you okay with that?” He searches my eyes. “Because we don’t have to do this. We can wait.”
“No,” I snarl, sudden anger cutting through. I push myself up, my eyes locking onto his. "I want this. I told you, I want to be mated. To all of you.Now."
Cass gives a simple nod. “Yes, ma’am.” Then he looks at Warren. “Whoever is in her ass will need to be careful. That knot will be a new stretch for her, and we can't risk any real damage."
Grason nods, his expression serious. "I'll be gentle. I swear it."
"And the bites," Warren adds, his brow furrowed. “We need to bite her at the exact same time on opposite sides of the neck. We don’t want to draw it out.”
They continue to talk, their voices a low, serious murmur about logistics and timing, as Cass’s knot completely deflates. It leaves me feeling empty and a little restless.
"What's wrong?"
