For a moment, I felt almost calm. The endless burning had dimmed to a simmer. Stone's arms were around me, his breath hot against my neck, his softening cock still inside me. Peace. Finally.
And then the heat surged again.
My head came up.
The other men were watching. James. Neal. Cal. Cole. They stood around the bed, their eyes dark with want, their bodiestense with barely leashed need. The bonds between us hummed—demanding, insistent, nowhere near satisfied.
"More," I said.
My voice didn't sound like my own. It was deeper. Rougher. Commanding in a way I'd never heard before.
"I need all of you. Now."
They didn't hesitate.
The bed dipped as they climbed on, surrounding me. Hands everywhere—stroking my skin, spreading my thighs, lifting me into position. Stone shifted beneath me, still hard again already, his cock nudging at my entrance.
"Easy." Cole's voice, steady and calm. "We’re all here."
They lowered me onto Stone.
I sank down slowly, feeling every inch of him fill me. My head fell back, a moan escaping my lips. But it wasn't enough. The heat was still building, still demanding more.
"James," I gasped. "I need—"
"I know." He was behind me, his hands on my hips. "Breathe for me."
I felt him. Pressing against where Stone and I were joined. The stretch was impossible—I was already so full—but my body opened for him anyway. Inch by inch, he pushed inside alongside Stone, and the fullness was overwhelming.
"That's it." James's voice was strained. "Taking us both so well."
"More." The word was a sob. "I need more."
Neal appeared at my right side, his cock in hand. Cal was at my left. I reached for them both, wrapping my fingers around their shafts, stroking in time with the rhythm building inside me.
And Cole—
Cole knelt in front of me. His hand cupped my face, tilting it up to meet his eyes.
"Open for me," he said softly.
I opened my mouth.
He slid inside, and I swallowed him down to the root.
Five men. All of them inside me, surrounding me, filling every part of me. Stone and James stretching me impossibly full. Neal and Cal hot and heavy in my hands. Cole thick and hard in my throat.
Complete.
This was what the heat had been building toward. This was what my body needed.
They started to move.
It was chaos at first—too many bodies, too many sensations, everyone finding their rhythm. But then something shifted. The bonds between us pulsed, synchronized, and suddenly we were moving together. One entity. One pack.
Stone thrust up as James pulled back. I stroked Neal and Cal in counterpoint. Cole fucked my mouth with shallow, careful strokes, his thumb brushing away the tears leaking from my eyes.
"So perfect," someone murmured. "Our perfect Omega."
