Jethro lets out a low, guttural growl. He steps forward, sliding his massive arms under my knees and shoulders, lifting me right off the floor.
The transition from the entryway to the master bedroom happens in a blur of frantic movement. Jethro carries me up the stairs while the rest of the pack swarms around us. They strip me bare before my feet even touch the plush carpet of the nest. My boots, my leggings, my sweater, and Jethro’s heavy coat hit the floor in a discarded pile.
I drop to my knees in the center of the nest. The four of them surround me, shedding their own clothes with desperate urgency.
“Let me taste you. Come here.” I hold my hands out toward them.
Ross steps forward first. The sharp-featured Alpha groans as I wrap my hands around his hips and take his thick, pulsing length into my mouth. I suck him hard, tasting the salt and slick pre-come on his skin. The sharp spice of his ginger scent floods my senses. Ross tangles his fingers in my hair, his hips jerking forward, chasing the desperate friction of my mouth.
I don’t let him finish. I pull back, leaving him panting, and turn to Caleb.
The quiet, analytical Alpha drops to his knees right in front of my face. I take him in, working my tongue along the thick ridge of his cock. Caleb tastes like dark dates and primal heat. He cups my jaw, his thumbs stroking my cheekbones, his breathing ragged and harsh.
I pull back from Caleb, leaving him gasping for air, and look to my left. Oli drops to his knees right beside me. The golden-haired Omega frames my face with trembling hands. I lean in, capturing Oli’s lips in a bruising, messy kiss, sliding my tongue past his teeth to let him taste Caleb. Oli whimpers into my mouth, his honeysuckle scent spiking with pure desire.
Jethro takes over. The massive Alpha sits back against the mountain of pillows, stretching his long legs out over the mattress. He catches my hips, pulling me forward until I’m straddling his lap. I settle over his thighs. The desperate need to connect, to form a physical barrier against the outside world, takes over the room.
He aligns his length and guides my hips down. I sink onto him, taking his hard, ready thickness into my wet core in one smooth, powerful slide. I scream, throwing my head back. The absolute fullness of him grounds my mind, chasing away the last lingering shadows of the panic attack.
Behind me, the mattress dips. Caleb moves in, kneeling close at my back. His warm chest brushes my spine. He trails his hand down the curve of my lower back, his fingers coated in slick, warm lube from the nightstand. He traces my tight back entrance, working two fingers inside to stretch the muscle with deliberate, careful pressure.
“Relax for me,” Caleb murmurs, his date scent turning dark and heavy. He swaps his fingers for his thick length, pushing forward with agonizing slowness until he bottoms out inside my ass.
The dual stretch quiets all my thoughts and fears, replacing them with sensations. I sob, clutching Jethro’s broad shoulders as the two Alphas establish a slow, grinding rhythm together. Jethro thrusts up from below while Caleb meets the pace from behind, filling me completely.
To Jethro’s left, Ross settles flat on his back. Oli climbs over him, straddling the ginger-scented Alpha’s narrow hips. The golden-haired Omega sinks down onto Ross’s thick length with a high, beautiful whine, falling into a riding position that mirrors my own. Oli sets a frantic, rocking pace, throwing his head back as Ross grips his waist to guide the heavy bounces.
I reach my left hand out across the sheets. With Oli riding right beside me, I easily wrap my fingers tightly around his hard, slick cock, pumping him in time with the desperate rhythm of his hips. Oli purrs loudly, reaching his own hand over to trace the slick folds of my core. His fingers find my swollen clit, rubbing the sensitive nub while his knuckles brush the thick edge of Jethro’s knot where it stretches my entrance. We form a massive, connected chain of bodies, scent, and friction.
The sensory overload drowns out the terror of the morning. Caleb pounds into me from behind, his thrusts brutal and exact. Jethro grinds up against my front, his large hands gripping my hips to guide my desperate bounces, his smoky marshmallowscent sweetening back into its normal, comforting warmth. The wet slap of Ross and Oli’s bodies echoes right beside us, driving my arousal higher.
The tension winds tight in my belly, coiling into a massive, undeniable ache. I chase the edge, desperate for the release, desperate for the absolute peace that follows the climax.
“Please,” I sob, my nails digging bloody half-moons into Jethro’s collarbone.
Jethro and Caleb both let out guttural roars. They drive deep in unison, hitting the very back of my core and ass at the exact same moment. Their knots locking securely inside me. My body clamps down around the thick bulbs, triggering my climax. The orgasm rips through me in violent, beautiful spasms, leaving me blind and deaf to the world.
Right beside me, Ross shouts his release, driving his own knot deep into Oli. The Omega shatters a second later, a harsh groan tearing from his throat as his hot release spills thick over my pumping hand.
We stay tangled together in the aftermath. Jethro and Caleb remain knotted inside me while the heavy adrenaline burns out of our bloodstreams. Jethro leans forward, dragging his open mouth over the marks on my neck, licking the scars to soothe his own frantic Alpha instincts. Caleb presses kisses to my spine, his arms wrapped tight around my waist.
An hour later, I lie buried in the center of the nest. The heavy comforter covers us all. Caleb’s arm rests heavy over my waist. Oli sleeps with his head pillowed on my chest. Ross and Jethro bracket us on either side, their massive bodies forming an impenetrable wall of muscle and heat.
The scent-match peace returns, settling deep into my bones. The terror of the black SUV feels like a lifetime ago. I close my eyes, letting the combined steady heartbeats of my pack lull me into a deep, exhausted sleep.
It Ends Now
Jethro
Morning light creeps past the edges of the blackout curtains, turning the bedroom a dim gray. I lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling. The room is quiet except for the steady, synchronized breathing of my pack.
Sandra curls against my left side. Her dark hair spills across my chest, smelling of her sweet jasmine and sage; there’s a hint of marshmallow as well now that she’s bonded with us. I look down. The heavy comforter is pushed down to her waist, showing the gentle curve of her stomach. Our baby is growing there.
I rest my hand over the bump, feeling the heat of her skin. A heavy, absolute protectiveness tightens my chest.
Yesterday nearly wrecked her. The memory of her shaking in that boutique back room, her eyes wide with panic, is burned into my brain. Nero found her. The miles between her old life and Willowside didn’t matter. My locked doors and perimeter checks didn’t matter. The mafia tracked her down anyway.
She begged us to reaffirm the bond. She needed the physical weight of us to chase the panic away. We gave it to her, burying her in our warmth and touch until she passed out from sheer exhaustion.
