“Perfect,” Kieran murmurs, his lips trailing soft kisses along my shoulder blades as his knot locks us together. “Our perfect omega.”
Drake’s mouth finds mine, his kiss gentle now, a stark contrast to the ferocity of moments before. I taste my own blood on his lips, a reminder of the mark he’s left on me, the claim he’s staked. When we break apart, his green eyes are soft with emotion.
“I love you,” he whispers against my lips. “So much.”
I wake slowly in front of the fireplace, sandwiched between Drake and Kieran.
The warmth of the dying fireplace bathes my skin in a gentle glow as I blink away the remnants of sleep. Drake’s arm is draped across my waist, his fingers splayed protectively over the small curve of my belly, even in slumber. On my other side, Kieran’s steady breathing tickles the back of my neck, his powerful body curved around mine like a shield. I stretch carefully, feeling the delicious soreness between my legs and the tender throb of Drake’s mating mark on my upper arm.
The movement causes both alphas’ knots to shift inside me, reminding me of how thoroughly I’ve been claimed. The pressure has eased, though, their knots having deflated enough to free me from our locked embrace. As I wiggle slightly, testing my mobility, I feel a warm trickle of their combined release sliding down my inner thighs.
Kieran stirs beside me, his ice-blue eyes opening to meet mine. In the firelight, they look almost silver, filled with a tenderness that makes my heart flutter. His fingers trace the line of my jaw as he studies my face.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, his voice rough with sleep.
“Sore,” I admit with a small smile. “But don’t worry, I love it.”
A satisfied smirk plays across his lips as he leans in to press a gentle kiss against my forehead. “Would you like some hot chocolate? I know it’s your favorite.”
The thoughtful offer catches me off guard. This is a side of Kieran I’m still getting used to—the attentive, caring alpha beneath the commanding exterior.
“That would be nice,” I reply softly. “Thank you.”
He disentangles himself from me with careful movements, mindful of my tender state. I watch appreciatively as he stands, his naked body magnificent in the dim light—all hard planes and powerful muscle. He grabs a pair of sweatpants from somewhere and slips them on before heading toward the door.
“I’ll be right back,” he promises, casting one more heated glance at me before disappearing from the library.
Drake continues to sleep peacefully beside me, his face boyishly handsome in sleep. I carefully slip out from under his arm, wincing slightly at the pull of sore muscles. The floor is cool beneath my feet as I stand, my legs unsteady after our intense activities.
The connecting bathrooms are one of the many luxuries of this massive house.
I slip inside, closing the door quietly behind me. The mirror above the sink reveals a woman I barely recognize. My hair’s wild from being grabbed and pulled, lips swollen from hungry kisses, neck and breasts marked with love bites. The mating mark on my arm stands out vividly against my pale skin, the teeth impressions a perfect record of Drake’s claim on me.
I catch sight of my pregnant belly in the mirror and can’t help but place a protective hand over it. Despite the rough treatment my body has received, the baby is safe, nestled deep within me. My omega instincts tell me so with absolute certainty.
When I sit to pee, I wince at the tenderness between my legs. Cum leaks from both my holes, thick white streaks coating my inner thighs, and I desperately want to take a shower before drinking cocoa with Kieran. Quickly stripping off my nightgown, I get into the shower, and the hot water feels amazing against my aching joints.
Getting knotted by all of my alphas today felt so fucking good after months of them being so careful with me. I don’t care how sore I am. It feels good.
I close my eyes, letting the hot spray pound against my tender muscles, easing the delicious ache of being so thoroughly used.
I’m so lost in the sensation that I don’t hear the door open. The sudden screech of the glass shower door sliding back startles a yelp from my throat. My eyes fly open to see Kieran standing there, completely naked, his sweatpants discarded somewhere on the floor.
“What are you doing?” I gasp, instinctively covering my breasts even though that doesn’t make sense, especially after he just fucked me.
“Joining you,” he says simply, stepping into the shower. The shower is large, but Kieran’s presence makes it feel more intimate and confined.
Water sluices over his muscular form, highlighting every ridge and plane of his powerful body. His cock, even semi-soft, is impressive and still intimidating, which makes my asshole twitch.
He turns me around as he presses soft kisses along my neck and shoulder. The gentleness is unexpected, a stark contrast to his earlier ferocity.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin, his hands sliding from my shoulders down my arms, then circling to cup my breasts. His thumbs graze my nipples, which harden instantly despite my exhaustion.
His hands continue their journey, sliding down over the small swell of my belly, treating that area with particular reverence before moving lower. One large hand cups my pussy, fingers sliding through my folds gently.
“Are you sore?” he asks, his voice rumbling against my ear.
I nod, leaning back against his solid chest. “A little. But it feels nice when you touch me.”
