But Kane's hand slid beneath my chin, turning me toward him next. His dark brown eyes held mine for a moment before his mouth descended. His kiss began tender, building to rough pressure that left me gasping for air.
Between kisses, touches, the overwhelming sensations flooding my system, I became aware of a change within myself. My Omega nature surged forward with a force I’d never experienced. My skin felt too sensitive, too hot; my blood ran like liquid fire through my veins. The scent of five aroused Alphas surrounded me, triggering biological responses that I somehow instinctively understood.
Mine, my Omega instincts whispered.My Alphas. My mates.
The fever pitch of need built higher with each passing moment, each new touch, each hungry kiss. I found myself inXander's lap, though I couldn't remember how I'd gotten there, his hardness evident beneath me as I writhed against him.
“I want you,” I moaned. “I want all of you.”
"Lucy," Xander groaned, his voice deeper than I'd ever heard it, vibrating through his chest against mine. "Are you sure?"
I nodded frantically, beyond words, beyond rational thought. I wanted this—wanted them—with a desperation that consumed every part of me.
With a fluid movement that took my breath away, Xander stood, lifting me in his arms as though I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, my arms around his neck as he carried me from the living room toward a door I’d never opened. I wasn’t sure why, but I’d never fully explored the house. I’d never felt the need to. Fallon moved in front of us, opening the barrier, revealing a set of stairs.
"Where are we going?" I managed to ask between kisses pressed to his jaw, his neck, any part of him I could reach.
"Somewhere we should have shown you before now," he answered, his steps sure and measured despite the obvious strain of his restraint.
He carried me upstairs, through a second living room, and toward a set of double doors. With one hand supporting me, he pushed the doors open to reveal a room I hadn't known existed.
It was enormous, dominated by a bed larger than any I'd ever seen—easily the size of three king mattresses combined. The sheets were dark gray, the comforter black, pillows in various sizes arranged against a leather-padded headboard. The space was clearly designed for more than two people. One of the Alphas flicked on the lights, and the room flooded with glowing yellow.
“It’s too bright,” I breathed out, realizing there was no way to hide my flaws if they striped me bare.
“It’s not bright enough,” Xander growled, looking down at me.
“We want to see every inch of you, Lucy,” Kane added. I glanced at him, and his expression sent waves of fresh heat flooding my belly.
“This is our space, Lucy,” Asher came into view.
The pack suite. A room designed for all of us together.
Xander laid me gently on the massive bed, the mattress giving just enough beneath my weight to cradle me perfectly. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine.
One by one, the others moved closer. Fallon first, then Asher, followed by Kane and finally Nitro. They arranged themselves around the perimeter of the bed like worshippers at an altar.
Xander's fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them with deliberate movements. Following his lead, the others began to undress as well, each revealing bodies honed by years of dangerous performances and rigorous training.
I watched, transfixed, as skin appeared inch by tantalizing inch. Broad shoulders, muscled chests, flat stomachs marked by the definition of abdominal muscles. Each Alpha was beautiful in his own way—Xander's powerful solidity, Nitro's lean strength, Asher's lithe grace, Fallon's elegant precision, Kane's compact muscularity.
The Omega in me purred with satisfaction at the sight of them—my Alphas, my mates, preparing to claim me as I would claim them. The need to mark them, to carry their scent and have them carry mine, was overwhelming. My fingers clutched at the bedding beneath me, anchoring myself against the tide of desire threatening to sweep me away completely.
This was what I had been waiting for my entire life, without ever knowing it. Not just freedom from my illness, not just a chance at a normal life, but this—belonging completely to thesefive men who had become my world and having them belong to me in return.
61
LUCY
My heart hammered against my ribs as I watched them approach the bed one by one, their bodies illuminated by the warm glow of the bedside lamps. Five Alphas—my Alphas—moving with predatory grace, their naked forms a testament to years of physical discipline and danger. The enormity of what was happening crashed over me in waves of desire and disbelief. These men, these beautiful, broken men who had rescued me, healed me, cherished me, were about to claim me completely. And I would claim them in return.
They crawled onto the massive bed from different sides, surrounding me like points on a compass, their weight causing the mattress to dip and shift beneath me. I'd seen parts of them before—Nitro's bare chest when he exercised in the yard, Kane's muscled back when he worked on engines in the summer heat, Asher's arms when he pushed up his sleeves. But never like this. Never all at once. Never everything.
My eyes darted from one to another, not knowing where to settle first. Xander's broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, his olive skin marked with a dozen small scars that told stories of stunts gone wrong. Asher's leaner frame moved with felinegrace, the definition in his abdomen shifting with each breath. Kane's compact power was evident in the thick muscles of his thighs and the width of his chest. Fallon's body was elegant yet strong, like a dancer who could also break a man's neck if necessary. And Nitro—God, Nitro's body was a canvas of muscle, not an ounce of softness anywhere.
And then my eyes looked at the five hard, impressive proofs of their desire, erected proudly, extending from each perfectly sculpted body. The sight sent liquid heat pooling between my thighs. Volcanic. Scorching. Never to be cooled.
Suddenly, acutely aware of my own clothing, I glanced down at myself. My comfortable cotton pajama shorts and oversized sleep shirt seemed pathetically inadequate in the face of all that glorious nakedness. The fabric was soft from many washings, practical rather than pretty, chosen for comfort during my recovery rather than seduction. Next to them, I felt like a doll playing dress-up, not a woman about to be claimed by five Alpha males.
