“That was fucking everything,” Mason states as he rushes into the bathroom and returns moments later with towels, tossing one to Slater, and both of them clean up our little Omega around her mouth and her back. Once done, Jasper collapses forward too, kissing the side of her face.
Together we roll onto our sides, her sandwiched between us, locked in place for now. Mason and Slater are beside us on the bed, stroking her, needing to touch her… That’s what her body iscraving right now. All of us are breathing hard and shaking from the best sex ever.
She’s drawing in deep breaths, perspiring everywhere.
“I feel drunk on sex,” she finally murmurs, her eyes half closed, her voice dreamy. “Everything is fuzzy and warm and perfect. But I love you all so much. God, I love you. All of you. Is that crazy?”
My heart nearly bursts out of my chest. “I love you back,” I answer immediately, the words tumbling out without thought.
“I love you too,” Mason echoes, kissing her shoulder.
“Love you,” Jasper adds, his forehead resting against her back.
“Love you so much,” Slater admits quietly.
We’re all just staring at each other in wonder, barely able to believe this is actually real and happening.
We have a complete pack now. An Omega, bonds, everything we’ve ever wanted but never thought we’d find.
After several long minutes of catching our breath and basking in the afterglow, I can’t help myself. “So, about that pregnancy conversation in the truck earlier…”
She laughs, the sound slightly breathless but absolutely perfect. “Right now, all I care about is you four pleasuring me and helping with this unbearable ache. Please don’t distract me with pregnancy talk when I’m in heat.”
“Right, got it,” I say with a huge grin, winking at the other guys. “So we’re breeding you for babies later. After the heat ends. Glad we’re on the same page about that.”
“Dylan!” she gasps, then cries out loudly as a new wave of need crashes over her, making her whole body tense.
All four of us laugh, and I catch the guys exchanging knowing looks that clearly suggest we’re all thinking the same thing. Yeah, we’re definitely planning on that too.
But for now, we focus entirely on our Omega. On showing her exactly what it means to be cherished and worshipped by a pack that will never, ever let her go.
Everything else can wait.
29
ANITA
It’s been four full days of intensity, of heat-induced pleasure so overwhelming I genuinely don’t know if I’ll ever be able to walk normally again.
I’m only half joking about that.
But I smile despite the soreness because my whole body feels absolutely delicious. Satisfied in ways I never knew were possible.
It’s nighttime now, and I woke up in peace and quiet, and actually alone for the first time in days. And that clawing hunger inside me is gone. My heat is over.
The guys brought me food throughout, feeding me by hand in between intense sessions, caressing me gently until I fell into exhausted sleep, only for me to wake up hours later crying desperately for them again. It felt like being trapped in a weird fever-induced dream, a never-ending loop of pleasure and need and more pleasure.
So. Much. Sex.
I’m slightly embarrassed by how much I loved every single second of it.
But now I feel semi-normal again. Well, except for my stomach growling so loudly it probably woke up the neighbors.
I carefully ease myself out of bed, testing my legs. They’re shaky but functional. I shuffle to the bathroom and turn on the shower, and oh my God, it feels amazing to stand under normal water temperature without needing four Alphas to join me.
I take my time washing my hair properly, scrubbing away days’ worth of sweat and slick and everything else, and by the time I step out, I feel almost human again.
As I dress in soft leggings and an oversized sweater that hangs off one shoulder, I can’t help but think that it’s bizarre how good it feels to wear actual clothing.
