“Yours,” I whisper in a barely audible tone.
Baylin’s arms tighten. “Again.”
I let out a tired chuckle through my sobs. “I’m yours.”
Callum and Arkan move closer, surrounding us on the hide.
“All of ours,” Callum says, stroking my hair. He runs his hand down the side of my face and pinches my chin to raise my gaze to his.
“Forever,” Arkan adds, leaning to kiss my temple.
I shiver, clenching around Baylin. Both my heart and body, touched by the tender gestures. And he just holds me tighter, his knot still pulsing inside me, purring with pleasure.
And we stay like that…me knotted to Baylin, surrounded by all three of my alphas, kissing me, murmuring sweet nothings, caressing my thick curves with their big calloused hands, scenting me…until Baylin’s knot finally softens.
When he pulls out, I feel the rush of his cum mixing with his brothers’. So much… I’m absolutely full of them.
Then I collapse on the hide.
Baylin shifts position, arranging me on my back. And I finally get a good look at him.
He has thick gray hair, the same shade as his wolf. Rugged features accentuated by the scar cutting through his eyebrow and over his eyelid. More scars everywhere… on his chest, arms, face. He looks mean. Dangerous.
Beautiful. Fucking perfect.
“Hi,” I manage weakly. Voice hoarse, lips barely able to move, tiredly running a hand over the side of his face, his stubble, hard jaw.
His full lips quirk slightly, beautiful eyes sparkling with amusement and content. “Hi, Omega.”
“How are you feeling?” Callum asks.
I consider the question. I’m exhausted. Sore. Marked and claimed and filled by all three of my alphas. The bite on my shoulder is still throbbing dully.
“Amazing,” I whisper. “I feel… great.”
Arkan grins, running his hand down my side. “You look thoroughly fucked.”
I snort. “Iamthoroughly fucked.”
Baylin makes a satisfied sound from the back of his throat. I roll my eyes, males.
Then I clear my throat. “What happens now?” I ask quietly.
“Now?” Arkan grins widely. All teeth and rugged handsomeness, making my everything start vibrating again. Oh Lord…
“I can’t…I’m exhausted…”
“We’ll be gentle,” Callum lies, already running his hands over my body. “Ish.”
I laugh, letting my legs fall open.
Six
Baylin
Our omega is sprawled on the hide in front of the fire, thoroughly claimed and fucking perfect.
She’s covered in our marks…my bite on her shoulder, Callum’s and Arkan’s on her throat and breasts, scratches and bruises everywhere. Her thighs are slick with our combined juices, her cunt swollen and red from taking all three of us.
