“Yes!” she screamed as his hips jerked as he got deeper inside her.
“Omega!” Hastings roared, hips jerking as he came, filling her.
Etienne stroked her hair, murmuring praise, while I kissed her shoulder, tasting salt and slick and us.
But her heat wasn’t close to sated.
As soon as Hastings’ knot deflated enough, she was moving again, turning to Etienne with desperate eyes.
“More,” she whispered.
Etienne laid her on her back, sliding into her slowly, reverently. He made love to her like she was fragile and priceless, with long, deep strokes, his eyes locked on hers, whispering how perfect she was, how much he adored her.
She clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist, tears of overwhelm slipping downher temples.
I wanted her mouth. I knelt by her head, feeding her my cock inch by inch. She took me eagerly, tongue swirling, slick and saliva mixing as she sucked. Hastings watched, still catching his breath, then leaned in to kiss her neck, teeth grazing.
When Etienne’s knot swelled, he ground deep, coming with a broken groan.
She followed, with my cock muffling her cries.
We rotated like that for hours as she went deeper and harder into her heat. Her body wanted more and more and we tried to keep up with her omega needs. But she was insatiable.
She was sucking Hastings cock when her hand slipped between her thighs again. “More,” she begged.
Hastings groaned. His face was still shiny from licking her clean of Etienne’s earlier release.
I sat with my back against the headboard, and lowered her until she was seated on my cock. When she was settled Hastings pushed his dick back in her mouth. She rode me reverse, Hastings in her mouth, Etienne’s fingers on her clit. It was perfect. We were joined as one.
Her moans filled the room as Etienne crawled between our open thighs, took her legs and placed them over his shoulders.
He lowered his head until I felt the warmth of his breath on my knot.
“Argh!” Presley cried out as Etienne sucked her clit in his mouth until she was coming and sobbing fromoverstimulation. Her slick allowed my knot to slip inside her easier this time.
I held her against me as she cried through her climax, but it still wasn’t enough.
We knotted her over and over.
Slick coated everything. From our faces, our chests, the nest itself. The room smelled like sex and this pack. It smelled like home.
Hours blurred. Her pleas turned hoarse, but she never stopped reaching for us. We gave her everything. We had to. We were gentle. We were rough. We were everything she wanted.
We even forgot why she arrived at our home. This heat was supposed to be for one thing only–a baby–but it turned into much more.
Our pack scent coated every molecule in the air. She was ours. There was no mistaking that now.
Finally, as dawn crept through the curtains days later, her body started to cool. The frantic edge dulled, leaving her soft and sated in the wreckage of the nest.
We curled around her. Etienne at her front, Hastings at her back, me tangled with her legs.
She sighed, nuzzling into Etienne’s chest, fingers laced with mine, Hastings’ arm heavy over her waist.
“Don’t leave me,” she murmured, half-asleep.
“Never, Liebling,” I whispered against her skin, my eyes closing,exhausted.
Hastings pressed a kiss to her shoulder, voice rough as he inhaled her skin. “We’re not going anywhere.”
