The pressure triggers another orgasm. This one is deeper, fuller, pulling a scream from my throat that's muffled by Carlos's cock. I clench around Nacho, milking him, feeling him pulse inside me.
"Fuck." Carlos's hands tighten in my hair. "Jess, I'm going to..."
I swallow every drop he gives me.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs and sweat and satisfaction. I can't tell where one alpha ends and another begins. Don't want to. Through the bond, I feel their emotions mixing with mine—love, possession, contentment, fierce joy.This is what pack feels like. Not just four alphas. Not just one omega. Family. Home. Everything.
Sergio lies beside us, watching, waiting.
"Your turn is coming." I reach for him with a trembling hand. "I haven't forgotten about you."
"I know." He catches my hand and presses a kiss to my palm. "I can wait."
"You've been waiting." I study his face, the tension in his jaw, the want barely concealed behind his grey eyes. "You've been holding back. Taking care of everyone else first."
"That's my job."
I squeeze his hand. “You’re not just the leader of it. Let us take care of you too."
Something cracks in his expression. The iron control he's been maintaining for three days finally slips, and underneath I see exhaustion. Longing. Need.
"When Nacho's knot releases." His voice is rough. "You're mine."
"I'm already yours." I pull his hand to my chest, pressing it over my heart. "All of me. Forever."
Four men who love me. Who've shown me what it means to be cherished instead of controlled. Who've spent days worshipping my body and now want to spend a lifetime worshipping my soul.
Callum tried to suppress this part of me. Tried to convince me that my needs were shameful, my desires excessive, my omega biology something to be medicated away.
These men are setting me free.
The pressure finally releases, and Nacho slips out of me with a mutual groan, my body reluctantly letting him go. Before I can catch my breath, Sergio is there, rolling me onto my back, settling between my thighs.
"Look at me." His grey eyes lock onto mine. "I want to see your face when I claim you."
He pushes inside with one smooth thrust, and I gasp at the fullness. Different from the others. Not better or worse, just different. Every alpha feels unique, and I'm learning to crave each of them in their own way.
Sergio moves slowly. Deliberately. Each thrust hitting exactly the right spot, building the pleasure.
"I've waited years for this." His forehead presses against mine. "Wanting you. Telling myself I couldn't have you."
"You have me now." I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "You have all of me. Forever.”
His rhythm increases, control finally shattering, and I rise to meet him. The headboard bangs against the wall. The bed creaks dangerously. Somewhere behind us, Carlos makes a comment about structural integrity that I'm too far gone to process.
The orgasm builds like a wave, cresting higher and higher until I can't hold it back anymore.
"Sergio." His name tears from my throat. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." He drives deep and holds, swelling impossibly thick at the base until we're locked together, inseparable. "My omega. My pack. Mine."
We shatter together.
The world goes white. Silent. Perfect.
When I come back to myself, I'm crying again. So is Sergio, tears tracking down his cheeks, grey eyes bright with emotion he usually keeps locked away.
"Happy tears?" My voice is wrecked.
