Rowan and I exchanged a look. We'd done this before, but not during heat. Not when her body was this sensitive, this desperate.
"It's going to be intense," Rowan warned.
"I don't care. Please."
We positioned her carefully. Rowan on his back, Naomi straddling him. I moved behind her, my hands settling on her hips.
"Tell us if it's too much," I said.
"Yes, Sir."
“So good for us, sweetheart.”
Rowan guided her down onto his dick slowly, and I watched her face transform. Relief. Pleasure. Exactly where she needed to be. When he was fully seated, I pressed against her back entrance, using her slick as lubricant. She was so ready that I slid in easier than before, her body accepting me like it was designed for exactly this, though still snug around me.
"Oh god," she whimpered. "Yes. Yes, just like that."
We started moving, slow at first, letting her adjust. But she demanded more. Harder. Faster.
"Don't hold back," she gasped. "I need all of you. Everything."
So we gave her everything.
Our thrusts became intense, driving into her with a force that would have hurt any other time. But now, in the grip of heat, she took it. Needed it.
"More," she sobbed. "I need…"
"What do you need?" Rowan growled.
"I need your knots. Please. I need to be locked to you."
The words sent me over the edge.
I felt my knot swelling, not the partial knot from before, but full this time. Her heat was calling to it, demanding it. Rowan's swelled at the same time, and we locked inside her simultaneously. She came with a scream that probably carried through the entire house.
Her body clenched around us violently, wave after wave of orgasm crashing through her. And because of the knots, because of the Alpha pheromones flooding her system, each wavetriggered another. She came for what felt like hours. By the time it finally subsided, she was limp between us, gasping for air.
"Better?" I managed.
"Yeah." She sounded wrecked. Exhausted. But satisfied. "So much better."
We were locked in place for a while. We held her, feeling her body pulse around us, letting our pheromones soothe her overheated system.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"For what?"
"For waiting. For asking. For being you." Her voice cracked.
My chest tightened. "Yes, sweetheart. Whatever you need."
She turned her face into my neck. "I know that now."
We stayed locked together, tangled in her nest, until our knots finally deflated. Then we cleaned her carefully and settled her back into the center of the nest, surrounding her with our bodies.
"Sleep," Rowan instructed.
"The heat?—"
