Logan's been gone for nearly twenty minutes. He wants to retrieve Dax and the rest of his pack, make sure they're safe from whatever territorial assholes decided to hunt our omega. But he won't leave her unprotected, not when she's this vulnerable, this exposed. So I stand guard while Griffin claims what we've all been craving.
And I'm losing my fucking mind.
This isn't just biology or heat-driven lust. This is the culmination of months of wanting, of fighting every instinct thatscreams at me to make her mine. Watching her with other men, pretending I didn't care, lying to myself about what she means to me.
"Xavier," she gasps, even with Griffin buried deep inside her. Her brown eyes find mine across the room, pupils blown wide with heat but holding something that makes my chest constrict. "I need you."
Not want. Need. The word hits me like lightning.
Griffin's movements slow as he swells inside her, thick and heavy, locking them together. His dark eyes meet mine over her shoulder, satisfaction mixed with understanding. "She's been asking for you since I tied with her," he says, voice rough. "Heat this strong takes all of us."
The sound of footsteps on concrete stairs makes me tense, but Logan's voice follows, tired but relieved. "It's me. They're gone."
He appears in the doorway, soaked from rain and melting snow, hair plastered to his skull. "Led them halfway to Denver," he says, securing the lock. His storm-gray eyes take in the scene: Griffin and Savannah still joined, her breathing ragged, skin glowing. "How is she?"
"Perfect," Griffin answers. "And ready for what comes next."
Logan's gaze shifts to me, and I see permission there. Recognition that this moment belongs to all of us, but especially to me. The one who's waited longest, fought hardest against what we all knew was inevitable.
"Go," he says simply.
I set the knife aside and cross to the couch. Every step feels weighted with significance, with the knowledge that everything changes after this. When I reach them, Savannah extends her hand, fingers trembling slightly.
"I've waited so long for this," she whispers, and the honesty in her voice nearly brings me to my knees.
I strip slowly, jacket and shirt folded with precise movements that betray none of the chaos raging inside me. Griffin carefully extracts himself from Savannah, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before moving to the chair by the window. Logan settles against the wall where he can watch, guard, protect.
When I sink onto the couch, Savannah reaches for me immediately. Her hands explore my chest, shoulders, mapping muscle and scars with reverent fingers.
"You're beautiful," she breathes. "All of you. I can't believe you're finally mine."
"We've always been yours," I tell her, cupping her face. "You just didn't know it yet."
Her scent envelops me as I lean closer: wild and desperate, layered with the claims of my packmates but still fundamentally her. Still the sweetness that's haunted my dreams.
I kiss her slowly, tasting heat and honey on her tongue. She melts into me, soft and pliant, and I can feel the need radiating from her skin like fever.
My lips trail down her throat, finding the unmarked space between Logan and Griffin's bites. The skin is warm and soft, pulse fluttering beneath. This spot is mine. Has always been mine.
"Please," she whispers, arching beneath me. "I need you inside me. I need you to make me yours."
I position myself between her thighs, hands gripping her hips as I line up with her entrance. She's slick and swollen from Griffin, and Logan but her body opens for me eagerly, taking every inch as I sink deep.
"Xavier," she cries, nails digging into my shoulders.
I start moving, setting a rhythm that's deliberate and claiming. Each thrust drives me deeper, hits that spot that makes her arch and gasp my name. Her body grips me perfectly, slick and hot and everything I've imagined.
The pressure builds with each stroke, heat coiling tighter in my core. I can feel the first hints of swelling at the base of my cock, biology taking over as my body prepares to claim her completely.
"Xavier," she gasps, her hands clutching my shoulders. "I can feel you... getting bigger inside me."
"That's my knot," I growl against her throat, thrusting deeper as the swelling intensifies. "My body is preparing to lock us together."
Her eyes widen as I continue to grow inside her, stretching her further with each passing moment. "Oh god, you're so thick. I can feel every inch."
The sensation is overwhelming. The base of my cock swells steadily, creating pressure and friction that makes us both gasp. She's getting tighter around me as I expand, her body stretching to accommodate the growing thickness.
"It's too much," she whimpers, but her hips buck up to meet mine, taking more of me.
