I know from experience that the knot ring must already be fully swollen, reacting to pressure rather than biology, which means Wilson is all but a pawn between us. He moans around my cock and I have to wrap my hand around the base to keep from coming too soon.
Nicholas picks up his pace, the sounds he’s making different from any I’ve heard from the Alpha before. Low, guttural, vibrating through his chest into Wilson’s back. “You want my knot, babe?” He purrs to our Beta. “I’m going to stretch you so fucking good.”
I gently card my fingers through Wilson’s hair and angle his face up to catch his response. He gives me a small nod which I pass onto Nicholas and I know the moment he starts to swell inside our Beta by the filthy groan vibrating around my cock.
His eyes roll into the back of his head, his entire body trembling as Oliver lets out a soft scream, spraying his chest with his own release. A roar vibrates through the room, ripping through me, my orgasm tearing through as I spill down Wilson’s throat. I drag him off my cock, the rest of my release coating his chin and Oliver’s face, our Omega happily lapping it up.
I sit back on my ass, not at all surprised when Nicholas gently pulls Wilson with him onto his side, our Beta’s cock slipping free of Oliver. I drag Oliver into my arms, our Omega immediatelycurling into me as Wilson just holds onto the arms wrapped around his torso. He looks beautifully wrecked, his cheeks a deep shade of red, his scent the sweetest I’ve noticed since we met him.
As far as heats go, I think this one is going to be my favorite. Nuzzling against Oliver’s head, I check in on him. “How’s my Omega?”
“Dead,” Oliver slurs. “Deceased. Gone. Funeral on Tuesday.”
“Noted. I’ll send flowers.” My gaze shifts to Wilson. “And you?”
Wilson’s hand tightens over Nicholas’. “Fine.” The word comes out slurred, the Beta positively blissed out.
“You look more than fine, gorgeous.”
A flush creeps up Wilson’s neck to his ears. Behind him, Nicholas’s chest quivers with a suppressed laugh that ripples through all three of us.
It’s just after midnight and I’ve checked the fridge no less than three times, ensuring that we have enough food and fluids to carry us through the next three days. Wilson and Oliver are wrapped around each other again, Oliver unconsciously sucking a hickey into the Beta’s chest.
As adorable as that it is, I just couldn’t sit still. A sound from behind me pulls my attention, Nicholas moving to grab a bottle of water. He downs the entire thing before perching his ass against the counter and folding his arms across his chest. He’s a work of art with all of those muscles and tattoos, unfortunately, I’m not a fan of being dominated.
“Oliver’s heat will officially hit some time this morning. I have a feeling it’s going to be… intense.” A first heat with a full pack usually is.
Nicholas just nods. “I’m ready.”
I’m not worried about that. I’m worried how he’s going to take to the dynamic I absolutely need. Maybe it’s selfish not to concede to the Alpha in our pack but I just… can’t. I’ve been the one in charge for so long, I can’t just give up the reins, even if I know he would only do what’s best for us.
“I need to explain how this works with two of us in the room.” I lock eyes with him, mulling over the right words to deliver. “I lead. Oliver is our mate but I know his body—its limits, its signals. When he needs something specific, I direct. You follow.” That’s not really the entire story but it’s the only way I know how to explain it.
Nicholas nods. “Understood.”
“Your focus is Wilson. When he’s in the room, you attune to him—his boundaries, his breathing, his body language. If Wilson needs to stop, everything stops. If he needs space, you give it. If he needs you to hold him through a flashback, you hold him and don’t let go until he tells you to.”
“That was never going to be a question, Lorenzo.”
“I know. I’m saying it anyway.” My jaw loosens as I exhale. “We’re sharing a heat with two people who carry wounds from Alpha intimacy. Oliver’s biology renders him vulnerable during these times. Wilson still bears scars from someone who exploited that vulnerability. Carelessness isn’t an option.”
“We won’t be,” Nicholas offers.
I know my words are redundant and that they still don’t fully encompass what I need. Nicholas pushes off the counter and steps toward me before folding his arms across his chest. I raise an eyebrow at what feels like a challenge only to be surprised when he opens his mouth.
“Lorenzo, I am not here to run your pack. I’m grateful for a place in it and I love that I get Wilson by my side again. Oliver is a whole ray of sunshine I never expected to actually be ableto want and you are a partner, an equal. I have no plans in changing that. We may not be mates to each other but when the time comes, I hope you will at least let me bear your mark.”
My brows furrow at the last statement, confusion muddling my expression. “A Beta can not mark an Alpha, Nicholas.”
“No, but there’s always tattoos. Something to show the world that I am yours. Would I love to also put a claim to you? Yes, but only to link us biologically through the mating bond. I have no doubt Oliver will take my bite at some point as will Wilson, but I understand that in this pack, I am not the lead.”
My eyes narrow at the Alpha, trying to understand how I got so fucking lucky. Any other Alpha would demand my submission. “And that’s okay with you?”
“I never wanted to lead, Lorenzo. I just want to love. I want a family, a reason to come back up these steps every evening and fall into whatever nest Oliver has constructed. I want to build something. Where I stand in all that doesn’t matter to me.”
I had no idea how much I needed to hear those words but they’re everything I’ve been trying to get across, not cruelly, of course. But I just needed Nicholas to know I wasn’t going to concede. He sticks his hand out and I clasp it, a silent agreement moving between us both.
“Let’s get back to them before they find us gone, yeah?” Nicholas releases my hand and slips back into the room. I follow a few minutes later to find Oliver sprawled over Nicholas, Wilson sitting up and waiting for my return.
