"Just like that," he breathes.
Cassian's pace increases, each thrust pushing me higher. His hands grip my hips hard enough to leave marks and I love it. I love feeling claimed, possessed, wanted.
When the orgasm hits this time, it's deeper, more intense, pulling something from my core that makes me shake apart completely. Cassian follows with a harsh groan, his hips jerking as he spills inside me.
He pulls out slowly and Pine immediately takes his place. He enters me carefully despite how worked up he clearly is, watching my face for any sign that it's too much.
"I'm okay," I tell him. "I want you."
He begins to move, his rhythm different from both Jett and Cassian. More controlled. More deliberate. Like he's trying to memorize how I feel.
I'm still stroking him and he's moving inside me and the dual sensation makes my head spin. He leans down to kiss me and I taste his breath, feel his weight pressing me into the mattress, smell his scent wrapping around me.
"Sharon," he murmurs against my lips. "You're so good. So perfect for us."
The orgasm builds slower this time, but when it crests it's overwhelming. I come with Pine deep inside me, my body clenching around him, and he follows with my name on his lips.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs. I'm boneless, satisfied, thoroughly loved. My body aches in the best way and I can barely move.
They arrange themselves around me, their hands stroking my skin, their scents mixing with mine until I can't tell where one ends and another begins.
"That was..." I start, but I can't find the words.
"Yeah," Cassian says softly, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
Jett's fingers intertwine with mine. Pine holds me close, his arm solid around my waist.
I drift toward sleep surrounded by them, their warmth pressing against me from all sides. Cassian's arm is heavy across my waist. Jett's fingers are still intertwined with mine. Pine's breath is slow and steady against my hair.
Through the window, I can see a sliver of night sky. Stars scattered across the darkness like someone tossed diamonds up there and forgot to collect them.
I think about the hotel room with its beige curtains and industrial detergent smell. I think about how lonely I was just days ago. I think about how scared I was to want this.
And now here I am, wrapped up in three alphas who just showed me exactly how much they want me back.
"Thank you," I whisper to the universe, to the stars, to whatever force pushed me in this direction. "Good job on this one."
Pine's arm tightens around me. "You say something?"
"Just talking to myself."
"Mm." He presses a kiss to my temple. "Go to sleep."
I close my eyes and let myself sink into the warmth, into the safety, into the absolute rightness of this moment.
Sometimes the universe throws you in the right direction harder than you expect. And sometimes the right direction comes with three alphas, a bed full of tangled limbs, and the kind of satisfaction that makes your bones feel like honey.
Sleep takes me under like a warm wave, and I go willingly.
26
PINE
Sharon walks into my studio on a Thursday afternoon with a determination in her expression. She's wearing an oversized sweater, and her scent is a thing of the past, it makes me smile knowing that my omega just walked in. She's not any bonded omega, but mine.
"Pine Burnside," she says, walking straight to the counter where I'm organizing appointment books. "I want a tattoo."
I look up, and my hands actually freeze mid-motion. Of all the things I thought she might say to me today, this wasn't on the list. "What?"
