His deep voice sends a flutter of desire through my belly.
All the alphas have been super careful with me since the accident, treating me like I’m made of glass. It’s sweet butfrustrating. I’m an omega with needs, and these past months of celibacy have been torture. Living in a house with four virile alphas who won’t touch me beyond chaste kisses and gentle caresses has left me permanently horny for them. And fingering myself at night doesn’t relieve the ache, especially with my pregnancy hormones taking over.
“This path is beautiful,” I say, eyes tracking a butterfly that darts between wildflowers. “I can’t believe it’s on your property.”
“Our property,” Elias corrects gently, bringing my hand to his lips. “This is your home now, Francine.”
The past three months have been a strange limbo. After I chose to stay, things between Kieran and me changed. The walls came down, and gradually I found myself becoming part of their pack in a way that feels real, solid. But there’s still something missing—the final connection that would make me truly theirs. To be marked forever by them.
We find a fallen log that makes a perfect bench. Elias pulls a water bottle from the small pack he’s carrying, while Rowan sits beside me, his solid warmth a comfort against my side. I take a long drink, suddenly aware of how thirsty I am.
Elias kneels in front of me, his eyes soft as they rest on the small swell of my stomach. “May I?” he asks, his hand hovering near my belly.
“Of course,” I say, nodding as warmth spreads inside of me. His long, elegant fingers rest gently against the curve of my stomach, and I can feel the reverence in his touch.
“You’re starting to show,” he says, his voice filled with awe. “Our little pup is growing.”
The possessive ‘our’ makes my omega instincts purr with satisfaction. All four alphas have been this way since finding out about the baby. They’ve been intensely protective, almost worshipful of my changing body. Drake constantly brings me snacks, Kieran researches pregnancy obsessively, Rowan hasalready started building a crib, and Elias keeps a detailed journal of every development. I already know they’re going to be amazing and attentive fathers.
“You make a very cute pregnant omega,” Rowan says, his arm sliding around my shoulders. His lemon scent mingling with Elias’s warm peanut butter aroma creates a cocoon of alpha pheromones that makes my head swim pleasantly.
I smile, leaning into his solid chest. “I can’t wait to meet the baby.”
The moment of peace is broken by a distant rumble of thunder. We all look up simultaneously to see dark clouds rolling in over the treetops, much closer than they appeared when we set out.
“Shit,” Elias mutters, pushing his glasses up his nose. “That storm wasn’t supposed to hit until tonight.”
Fat raindrops begin to patter through the leaves above us, quickly increasing in frequency and force. Within seconds, the gentle shower turns into a downpour that has us scrambling to our feet.
“The house is too far,” Rowan says, his voice raised over the roar of the rain. “We need to find shelter.”
“There’s a small cave not far from here. We can wait out the worst of it there,” says Elias, picking me up in his arms like I’m a complete invalid.
“I can walk!” I say.
“I know baby, but you don’t have to right now,” he says as he and Rowan rush me to the cave.
The rain plasters my clothes to my skin, my hair to my face. By the time we reach the cave Elias mentioned, which is really more of a shallow overhang in the rocky hillside, we’re all soaked to the bone.
The cave is smaller than I expected, barely large enough for the three of us. Elias sets me down.
Suddenly, I’m sandwiched between two very large, very wet alphas. The small space forces us close together. Rowan’s broad chest pressed against my back, Elias’s lean body against my front. Water drips from Elias’s glasses onto my cheeks as he tries to maneuver in the tight space.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “It’s a bit cozy.”
‘Cozy’ is an understatement. Rowan is so much bulkier than Elias that his presence behind me naturally pushes me further against Elias’s front. And that’s when I feel the unmistakable hardness pressing against my ass from behind and another against my lower belly from the front.
Both alphas are horny.
And it’s been almost four months of no sex.
My breath catches in my throat as my body responds instantly. My pussy is wet as hell, and I know they can smell me in the confined space.
Elias’s eyes darken behind his rain-spattered glasses, the amber turning molten as his pupils dilate. Behind me, I hear Rowan’s breathing grow heavier, more controlled.
“Francine,” Elias whispers, his voice strained. “You’re... your scent…”
After months of being horny, of being treated like a fragile doll, the feel of two alpha cocks pressing against me is too much.
