My omega paces as the heat builds up again. She’s restless, excited for her alphas to use her. Knots, I’mgetting knots. All the knots, okay, maybe only two. I don’t know how I feel about having a knot in my mouth. I never thought I’d want one as much as I do with them. I kiss Thorne, but I need all three of my alphas.
“Havoc.” Before his name could leave my lips entirely, he’s in front of me, climbing on the bed. “I need your cock.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart,” His gentle words are what I need as Silas presses his fingers into me. My tight hole pulsates as he slowly enters.
Havoc kneels in front of me, and my mouth waters. I’m sure I’m drooling, but with the sensation of Thorne’s cock, Silas’s fingers, and what’s coming, my body is lit up in sensations.
I lose balance as I reach for Havoc’s cock, slowly putting him into my mouth. His hard ridges, and soft skin, pleases me as I take as much as I can in. My spit is making this a mess, as it always does. I look up at Havoc, my sexual inexperience settling seeds of doubt that my heat quickly erases. If not my heat, then his eyes, as he stares down at me, edge me on, pleasure building tenfold in me for pleasing my alpha.
Silas works my ass as Havoc slowly rocks in my mouth. It doesn’t take long for Silas to enter me, too. The new feeling of something coming in a door that’s never been open scares me a bit, and he goes slowly.Like he knows without me needing to say. His hand finds my back as he steadies my wiggly body.
“Relax, omega, our bodies are meant for this.” His words comfort a part of me that didn’t realize I was scared. Thorne’s gaze catches mine under Havoc’s cock in my mouth, and I almost cry at the thought that I’m not alone.
“You've got this, Peach Puff. Take all your alphas at once,” Thorne says with a groan as Sillas rocks forward, the fear turning into intense pleasure as all my alphas are here with me.
Instead of sinking down on Thorne’s cock again, I push back onto Silas’s so he knows I’m ready. I hear him groan, and then he juts forward, his cock sliding into me and rocking me back down onto Thorne’s cock.
I moan over Havoc’s cock. He tilts his head back, and his hips jerk forward, hitting the back of my throat. The tears are immediate, but everything in my body is saying to do that again.
“Wait,” I say, shaking, letting Havoc’s cock drop out of my mouth. He’s moving already, giving me a nod and a smile as if he knows why I stopped.
I’m so close to coming, but I want to time this right. “There’s one thing I have to do first. I need to feel you all.” My eyes land on Thorne, whose cheeks turn red as he catches what I mean.
“May I?” I ask, rocking my hips down, trying tocatch our release at the right time. I’m so close, and by the way his hips are jutting into me, I can tell he is too.
“You never have to ask, Peach Puff.” He says and turns his head so his neck is open to me. That’s all it takes for me to bite down on his neck, right next to Silas and Havoc’s bonds.
I hear him groan, and I rock forward. The moment builds up fast as we start again, and I feel the wholeness of the bond click. Havoc’s chocolate scent is still here, and Silas’s groan lets me know where my giant alpha is. I remove my teeth from his neck and give him mine.
Thorne’s teeth sink into me, and at that moment, his knot slams into me as I come. His teeth, that completeness in the bond, send me off the edge, and I can’t hold it anymore. So much is happening at once. Silas isn’t far behind, slamming into me, his knot nestled in me tight. I lean forward to rest my chest against Thorne’s chest as my alphas surround me.
I’m a bonded omega. A fully bonded,and knottedomega. Their scents wrap around me as they do, one big Pack huddle. The weight of Silas and Havoc on my back doesn’t bother me; the weight is heavy and so comforting like a giant weight blanket over me. I snuggle into Thorne, who is carrying the weight of us all, and his hands play with my curly, frizzy hair as my eyes flutter closed.
CHAPTER THIRTY
SILAS
The runner on the stairs is soft under my wet feet as I slowly descend the stairs. I haven’t showered in well over 48 hours. As much as I fucking loved spending Noa’s heat all together, cuddled in everything Gray Pack, I needed a shower and an actual meal. After I get those, I’m more than happy to jump right back in, but I think Noa is tuckered out. Her heat broke last night, and she slept so hard she was snoring a bit. The cutest fucking snore I’ve heard. I wanted to record it, but I didn’t have my phone in the nest.
Outside germs and all, according to Noa.
I place my towel over my shoulders as my cropped hair drips water down my neck. God, I hate that feeling.
Cherry scents in the air as I enter the kitchen. Thorne is such a damn early bird, no matter how tiredhe is. He’s at the stovetop making what smells like pancakes. Again.
I think they’re my omega’s favorite, though, so I’ll eat pancakes as many times as she pleases.
“Where’s my dog?” I ask him, sliding my arms around his waist. He tries to shake me off, but I kiss under his ear, nipping him a bit, and he relaxes into me. He’s got a tablet set up in the corner on the counter, currently relaying the weather, as he cooks. All the curtains are open, so the room is lit by daylight. Everything feels so light, and right, now that our bond is complete. I feel all three of them in the bonds on my neck. Havoc, Noa, and Thorne, all with me, just as they should be.
“With Timber and his Pack,” he murmurs. Stepping back, I let my mate do his thing. Flipping pancake after pancake.
“I’m glad they could watch him,” I mutter, thinking how neglected he would have been during Noa’s heat. That’s something we’ll have to plan better for next time.
“Are we gonna talk?” Thorne asks, turning around to face me in his “kiss the chef” apron I got him last year. I smile at the memory of how embarrassed he was when he opened it.
“About what?” I ask. Distracted by his shirtlessness. I have beautifully sexy mates.
I’ll have to remain appreciating through my eyes, cause my stomach?—
