My pack brothers had made way for only a heartbeat, and now they positioned close around us again. I had to focus and block them out, keeping my eyes only on Lucy’s sweet face. Even quick glances of Xander, Nitro, Fallon and Asher caressing her body sent a rush of possessive heat through my veins.
I ran my hands up her thighs—ignoring when I had to skim over a brother’s hand—feeling the slight tremble in her muscles.Four times already she had given herself completely, and still she wanted me somehow.
Fuck, she was strong.
She wasn’t a patient. Even when she did live within a broken body, she was never a creature of illness and isolation. She couldn’t have been. Not with how she looked now. Stunning. Sensual. Savoring every drop of our desire.
Fallon was right.
She was our miracle.
"Are you sure you're up for this?" I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop it. "We could rest, finish later..."
Her hand shot out, grabbing my wrist with surprising strength. "Don't you dare," she said, her voice low but fierce. "I want this. I want all of you. Tonight."
The glint in her eyes chased away my doubt. This was Lucy. Lucy, who traveled across the country in a medical suit to meet us. Lucy, who endured our abuse, always keeping her head held high. Lucy, who we dug out from beneath a pile of rubble and debris. Lucy, who survived surgery and healing to come home to us again.
So we could make it right.
So we could seek her forgiveness for the rest of our damn lives.
"As the lady commands," I acquiesced, bending to press a kiss to the inside of her knee.
I acted on instinct, pulling her toward me with firm hands until her sweet womanhood was inches from my hardness. In one smooth motion, I lifted her legs to drape over my shoulders, opening her to me completely. My dick pressed against her wonderful ass now.
This new position gave me a perfect view of her scared place, flushed pink and glistening with arousal, bearing the evidence of my brothers' attentions but still eager for mine. The sight of theircum and her slick dripping down her seam sent heat pooling low in my belly, my cock hardening further, which I didn’t think was possible. The anticipation was just this side of agony.
"Fuck," I murmured, tracing one finger through her folds. "You’re so wet, Lucy." I gazed up her body. “And so damn gorgeous.”
"Kane," she breathed, my name a plea and a demand rolled into one. “Don’t make me wait.”
Wrapping fingers around my cock, I lifted and positioned myself at her entrance. With one powerful thrust, I buried myself inside her. The sensation of her volcanic channel conforming around me was just this side of heaven. A cry escaped her lips, just as a groan escaped my mouth. Mine was ecstasy.But was hers pain or pleasure?
I stilled immediately, searching her face for any sign of distress. "Too much?"
She shook her head, her hands finding purchase on my forearms, her nails digging into my skin. "No," she gasped. "Just... intense. Don't stop."
Reassured, I began to move, my thrusts matching the thundering of my heart. Each surge forward was long and powerful, withdrawing almost completely before driving deep again. Sinking into her, over and over again, without a single pause. I watched Lucy's face closely, aware of how rough I could be. But I saw no discomfort, only rapture.
Every time I pushed into her, it felt like something inside me was repairing.
Fixing me in a way I didn’t think would ever happen.
I knew my brothers were still around us, touching and moving, and stroking themselves. But I continued to push them to the outer edges of this experience. This was me and Lucy.
My movements reached a fever pitch, the air around me and Lucy thick with the scent of sex and sweat and the distinctivenotes of our combined pheromones. For a moment, I couldn’t ignore my brothers’ existences, not while their Alpha colognes weaved into the perfume of our arousal. This was pack dynamics at its most true—five Alphas focused entirely on pleasing their Omega, on cementing bonds that would last a lifetime.
I blocked them again as Lucy’s body began to tighten, the telltale flutter of her inner muscles signaling her approaching climax. Despite my own building need, I adjusted my angle slightly, seeking the spot inside her that would push her over the edge. I knew I'd found it when her entire body tensed beneath me, her eyes flying wide with surprise.
"There you are," I murmured, maintaining the angle with ruthless precision.
Someone’s hand pushed between our bodies.
But all I could feel was her warmth and wetness.
All I could see was her lips parting, her lashes fluttering, her snowy skin growing increasingly redder every time I rammed my cock inside her.
Her release was quieter than before but somehow deeper, as if her body had learned a new language of pleasure. Her wall gripped me with vice-like force, her breath escaping in a long, shuddering sigh rather than a cry. The sensation of her pleasure rippling around me was indescribable.
