"I don't want a shower," I say, and I'm hearing the need in my own voice. The desperation. The omega in me is clawing at the surface, demanding things that my human brain is still trying to process. "I want you. I want all of you."
"Are you sure?" Cassian asks, and his voice is strained. His gray eyes are dark with something that looks like barely controlled arousal, but there's genuine concern there too. "Sharon, your heat is going to make you want things. We need to make sure you actually want this and you're not just responding to instinct."
"I want this," I say with absolute certainty. "I've wanted this since the moment you walked into that office."
Jett moves closer, his movements careful and deliberate. He's treating me like I'm something delicate, something precious. His hand finds my face, and his thumb traces my cheekbone gently.
"We would never change our minds about you," he says softly. "Not during your heat. Not after. Not ever. You're ours, Sharon. You became ours the moment we helped you with your first heat. Then we knew.”
Pine is already stripping off his shirt, revealing the tattoos that cover his chest and shoulders. His scent is shifting, becoming more intense, more alpha, more ready. "Tell us exactly what you need. We're here for all of it."
"I need to feel you," I whisper. "All of you. I need to understand what it feels like to be wanted this badly. "
Cassian leans down. His lips part against mine, not gentle, but claiming. His hands slide down my body with purpose. He touches every inch of bare skin, memorizing the landscape of me. His fingers trail over my ribs, lingering. They move to my waist, pressing firmly. They explore my hips, gripping with possession. His scent wraps around me. Cedar and smoke intensify until I can taste the woodsy flavor on my tongue.
Pine presses against my back, his chest radiating heat through my skin. His hands find my waist, fingers splaying wide. He pulls me closer, his erection hard against my lower back. He presses his forehead against my shoulder, his breath hot andquick. His lips find the exact junction between my neck and shoulder. He breathes in deeply, his chest expanding against me, inhaling my scent like oxygen after suffocation.
"You smell so fucking good," he murmurs. His lips vibrate against my sensitive skin. "Like everything I have ever wanted. Like home."
Jett moves downward. His mouth starts at my collarbone. He kisses a deliberate path down my sternum. His tongue traces between my breasts. His hands spread my thighs carefully. His fingers press into the soft flesh, giving me time to adjust. His touch feels reverent, worshipful.
“I’m going to knot you," he says. He looks up from between my legs. His brown eyes darken with arousal, but show more. Affection glows there. Tenderness softens his gaze. Promise tightens his jaw. "You’re going to feel so good. And then the others are going to do the same. Are you ready for that?"
"Yes," I moan, the word stretching long in my throat. "Please, yes. I need it so badly."
He enters me with excruciating slowness. My body welcomes him like it has waited for this exact moment. The stretch feels significant, my inner walls expanding around his thickness. My heat has prepared me for this, has been preparing me for weeks without my conscious knowledge. He fills me completely. The sensation overwhelms me so intensely that I press my face against Cassian's shoulder to muffle my scream.
The feeling of him inside me defies description. Every nerve ending in my body awakens with purpose. My muscles tighten around his cock instinctively. They draw him deeper inside me. They welcome him like he belongs there. Because he does. My body recognizes him as pack, as alpha, as mine.
Cassian's hands are stroking my hair, his touch grounding me to something solid. "That's it," he whispers. "Let yourself have this. You deserve this."
Jett moves inside me with careful intention, not trying to rush toward the finish line but instead making sure I feel every inch of him. My body responds immediately, muscles rippling around him, drawing him deeper. The knot starts to form, swelling at the base, and I understand now why alphas and omegas have been chasing this feeling since the beginning of time. It's overwhelming. It's consuming. It's exactly what my body has been demanding.
"That's it, take it," Jett says, his voice rough with effort. "You're so perfect. So perfect for us. So perfect for me."
His knot locks, and the sensation is indescribable. It's pleasure and connection and completion all at once. My body climaxes around him, muscles contracting, and I'm crying out his name. The orgasm washes through me in waves, each one bigger than the last, each one leaving me more satisfied and hungry for more.
Jett comes inside me, and I feel it. I feel the warmth of him, the rightness of him, the way his knot keeps him locked inside me as his body empties into mine. His forehead rests against my shoulder, and he's breathing hard, his entire body shaking with the intensity of what just happened.
Jett eases back first, pressing a final kiss to the inside of my knee before Pine pulls him gently out of the way. My whole body is still trembling, still humming, still trying to figure out where to put all the heat rushing through me. I can feel every heartbeat in places that should not have heartbeats.
That is when Cassian reaches for me.
Not grabbing. Not demanding.
Just offering.
A steady hand at my thigh. Warm. Callused. Confident in a way that makes my stomach flip.
And his voice is soft and rough at the same time when he says,
“Come here, sweetheart.”
Something tightens low in my belly. I feel wanted. Chosen. Pulled toward him like gravity finally remembered I exist.
And I know he is next.
He pulls me on top of him, positioning me carefully, and I appreciate that even as my body is screaming for him to just take me. I sink down onto him slowly, and the stretch is different than it was with Jett. Different alpha anatomy, different feeling, but equally intense.
