I pull her hips closer so I’ve got easy access to her dripping core. Normally I’d work her into this, but she’s made it clear she’s done waiting. I don’t know when her pre-heat started, but the pain at her center has to be brutal by now.
Mine.
I snap forward and bury myself to the hilt in her tight, hot core in one movement. She’s so fucking tight, her body clutching around me like she’s trying to milk me already.
My Softness’s head falls back, her lips parting, but I can’t hear her. I thrust harder, slamming into her greedy center. Her legs fall wider, giving me more room. We’re making a mess of the seats. Corbin’s going to have to deal with that later.
Winnie’s mouth moves. Rafe shifts back. I don’t care. If he needs to talk her through this to feel included, that’s his choice.
Then there’s a hand on my shoulder.
I glance back. Rafe’s watching me with a wicked, mischievous glint in his eye. I tilt my head. He nods, then shakes it. Asking permission. I nod back. I trust Rafe. I trust my mate. Once I give my trust, I don’t second-guess it.
Rafe leans into the space between my abs and Winnie’s body. As I pull back, his mouth closes over her clit, his tongue brushing me in the process. My entire body jerks. His tongue grazes the shaft of my cock and I feel the vibration as hemoans. My thrusts get rougher. Rafe’s face is buried in the filthiest part of us both, licking like he wants to drown in it.
“Look at you,” I growl, I can't hear my own voice but I'm used to it. My hand is fisting his hair, keeping him buried. “You taste her while I fuck her? Good little alpha. Such a dirty fucker.”
Winnie writhes under us. Her hands claw at the seats, one trying to tug me closer, the other buried in Rafe’s hair against my hand like she can’t decide who she wants.
My other hand cups Winnie’s face, fingers brushing her cheek before my thumb slips into her mouth. Her tongue wraps around it, sucking greedily. I pull just enough to leave her mouth open.
Fuck.
Rafe gives one more slow lick, and Winnie clenches hard around me. Her pussy locks me in place. I drive forward, knot swelling and slipping home. It stretches her open, wider than she’s used to, and she whines so loud I feel it echo in my chest.
I watch the ecstasy and strain cross her face as I come deep inside her. My cock throbs as I flood her, knot fully seated, every spasm coating her insides with thick, claiming heat. Her belly twitches with it, pussy still fluttering like she’s trying to suck down every drop.
Rafe keeps licking where we’re joined. He doesn’t stop. His tongue teases the place we’re connected, lapping up anything that spills out, like she’s his last fucking meal.
One hand stays firm on Winnie’s face while the other threads through Rafe’s hair, holding us together as everything crashes down. Her thighs shake. My hips jerk. Rafe moans into her cunt like he’s coming too, and maybe he is.
"I love you, Eli," I read the words on her lips. She’s come down far enough to speak around her omega. My chest squeezes.
"Both of you," she says looking down at Rafe.
"I love you both too," I admit. Rafe I think already knows but it's good to say it out loud. "So much."
Winnie
The ride from the wedding back to the pack house was a blur. Eli’s knot deflated quickly because of the heat hormones, and Rafe, primed and hungry from eating us out, stepped in. Eli allowed him to slide between my center and his broad chest, then reached down and wrapped his hand around Rafe’s length. Rafe bit his lip, holding himself silent in the way he knows Eli appreciates.
Eli pumped him once, twice, then guided him to my slick, cum-soaked center. I grasped Rafe’s hips and pulled him into me. The knowledge that Rafe was being used right alongside me sent slick flooding low, my body responding to the shared heat between us.
Rafe drove into me with fast, sharp thrusts, his cock kicking inside me as Eli worked him from behind. Soon, I was knotted again.
By the time we reached Corbin’s cabin, I’d been knotted at least four times. My omega, satisfied, retreated so that I could have some control. Corbin bundled me in his jacket, then in his arms, carrying me bridal-style into the big cabin, up the stairs, and into the master suite. I wiggle out of his hold. This is the first time they’re going to see the nest. I’m not missing it.
As I approach the double doors set into the far wall, my hands shake and my heart storms in my ears. I glance back over my shoulder at them. Rafe and Eli look wrecked from everything we did in the car. Corbin’s eyes are full of care. Gage looks impatient, restless. Zeke,my only bonded, for now, sends a steady pulse of reassurance straight down the bond.
I take a deep breath and open the doors.
The nest looks much like the one we saw at the store, with a few changes. A teardrop chandelier hangs from the ceiling, dimmable and scattered with iridescent crystals. Flowering plants spill softly from their hooks. A mural stretches across the far wall.
A mural I painted with careful precision, using a projector and a great deal of patience. I’m not naturally artistic. I never paint. But I knew I needed a piece of my lost mate in this space, and I hoped the alphas would want a piece of their lost packmate too.
I’m too nervous to turn around, so I listen.
No sound comes from behind me.
