Chapter 36 – JORDAN
36
JORDAN
I whimper as Dante's knot finally subsides enough to slip free, leaving me empty and aching. The heat is already building again, making my skin feel too tight and my core throb with need. Suppressing my heats for so long has left me completely unprepared for the intensity of this one, even with my recent indulgence.
"Shh," Dante soothes, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. "Silas will take care of you now."
Strong hands grip my hips, turning me onto my stomach. I gasp at the sudden movement, but Silas’s familiar leather and bourbon scent wraps around me soothingly.
“Just try to relax,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
I nod into the pillow, already spreading my legs wider in invitation. My body feels like it's on fire, desperate for his touch, his knot, anything to ease the burning need inside me.
Silas enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch is delicious, making me moan into the pillow as he fills me completely. His hands are gentle but firm on my hips, holding me steady as he begins to move.
"So perfect," he growls, setting a steady rhythm that has me gasping with each thrust. "You take me so well."
Asher shifts beside us, his scent mingling with Silas’s as he strokes my hair. "She's amazing, isn't she?" he says softly, and the pride in his voice makes my chest tight.
I turn my head, catching sight of his arousal. Without thinking, I lean forward to take him into my mouth. His surprised gasp turns into a low moan as I swirl my tongue around him, tasting the metal of his piercings. They're cool and metallic against my tongue, a stark contrast to his sweet taste.
"Fuck," he breathes, his fingers tangling in my hair. "That feels incredible."
Silas growls behind me, his thrusts growing deeper. The dual sensations are overwhelming—Silas’s cock stretching me perfectly while Asher's piercings tease my tongue. Their combined scents fill my lungs with every breath, making my head spin. It's so fucking good.
I lose myself in the feeling of being surrounded by pack, by safety, by love.
I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as Dante moves behind Asher, his hands sliding possessively over the other omega's hips. The sight makes my chest tingle with a soft purr. Asher's honey-sweet scent grows stronger as Dante's fingers trail lower, teasing between his cheeks.
"Please," Asher whimpers, his cock twitching against my tongue. The metal of his piercings catches the light as he rocks his hips, caught between pushing back against Dante's fingers and thrusting deeper into my mouth.
Dante grins wickedly, pressing two fingers inside Asher with practiced ease. The other omega moans, his head falling back against Dante's shoulder as the alpha's clever fingers find that spot inside him that makes him cry out. It's the hottest sound I've ever heard. I can feel every reaction through his cock, the way he pulses and leaks across my tongue.
"You like that, babe?" Dante purrs, curling his fingers just right. "Like having our new omega's mouth on you while I open you up?"
Asher can only whine in response, his thighs trembling as Dante works him higher. His fingers tighten in my hair, not quite pulling but definitely holding on for dear life. The metal of his piercings drags deliciously against my tongue as he rocks into my mouth, making me moan around him.
Behind me, Silas picks up his pace, his knot starting to catch on my rim with each thrust. The combined sensations are overwhelming—being filled so perfectly while watching Asher fall apart above me, tasting him, feeling him.
"So good," Asher gasps as Dante adds a third finger, stretching him wider. "Fuck, don't stop..."
I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper as Dante continues his relentless assault on Asher's prostate. His scent fills the air, mingling mine as Silas continues pounding into my pussy, his knot closer to filling me with each thrust. I can barely breathe through the intensity of it.
Silas’s knot finally enters me and swells, locking us together as he fills me with a growl. The pressure against all the right spots inside me combined with Asher's desperate sounds sends me over the edge again. I come with a muffled cry around Asher's cock, my body milking Silas’s knot as the waves crash over me.
Asher follows shortly after, spilling down my throat with a broken moan as Dante's fingers milk him through it. I swallow everything he gives me, savoring the sweet-salty taste of him on my tongue.
When he finally pulls back, gasping for breath, I let his softening cock slip from between my lips. Dante's fingers are still inside him, working him through the aftershocks until he whimpers from oversensitivity.
"Beautiful," Dante murmurs, pressing kisses along Asher's shoulder as he slowly withdraws his fingers. "Both of you."
I blush at his words, still not used to such open praise. Especially not from alphas who actually mean it, who see me as more than just a prize to be won or a vessel to be filled.
Silas pulls me close as his knot begins to soften, arranging us comfortably on our sides. His hand strokes soothingly down my side as Asher and Dante curl up with us, creating a warm tangle of limbs and pack scents.
"Rest," Silas murmurs against my hair. "The heat will hit again soon enough."
I know he's right—I can already feel it simmering under my skin, ready to flare back to life at any moment. But for now, I let myself drift in the afterglow, surrounded by the safety and warmth of my pack.
My pack. The thought still feels surreal, like a dream I might wake up from at any moment. But their scents ground me in reality, reminding me that this is real. That I'm finally where I belong.
Asher's fingers find mine, squeezing gently. "Stop thinking so loud," he teases, but there's understanding in his gentle gaze. He knows what it's like to feel overwhelmed by belonging, by being wanted for who you are rather than what you can give.
I squeeze back, grateful beyond words for his presence. For all of them.
For the first time since I can remember, I actually feel like I'm home.