Chapter 57 Rose
Rose
I have two alphas taking up residence in my soul, and it’s still not enough.
I need them all.
My omega whines inside me—high, sharp, aching. She wants every piece of our pack.
I glance around. Wyatt lounges at the lip of the nest. He quirks an eyebrow at me.
“Not yet, omega,” he purrs.
I cock my head, questioning.
“Wanna take care of you when you’re all done. My alpha needs it. If you’ll allow,” he explains, voice softer now, Southern drawl curling deeper with his need.
The idea of him doting on me after—my reward, my comfort—makes my omega purr. So we move on.
Logan and Evander sit together on the far side of the nest, whispering to each other, arms slung over shoulders. When Logan notices me watching, he grins—cocky, beautiful boy.
“Do you need us, Jingles?” he asks, and his voice sends a jolt straight through me.
“Come here,” I command.
He untangles from Evander and crawls over, deliberate and slow. I stand so that he’s kneeling beneath me. Evander looks pouty and lost—that won’t do. I crook a finger at him and he obeys instantly, crawling to Logan’s side.
Both of them kneel, facing me, eyes wide, waiting—worshipping.
“Face each other. On your knees.”
They move in perfect sync, bodies turned toward each other. I step between them and slide down, kneeling in front of Logan. He’s taller—I have to tilt my chin up to meet his gaze.
“I’m glad you couldn’t bribe your way out of the omega clause,” I tell him, teasing.
He chuckles, low and quiet. When he opens his eyes again, it’s like something inside him has finally let go. He wraps his arms around me—waist and shoulders—and pulls me in tight.
“Me too.”
I melt into the hug, feeling every hard muscle in his back relax against mine. Then I twist in his arms and face Evander.
I open my mouth, but there aren’t enough words for what I feel.
He beats me to it.
“Merry Christmas, Candy.”
I glance at the clock on the wall. 12:01 a.m., December 25th.
At first, I don’t even know why I’m crying. The tears come big and hot and impossible to stop.
“This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had,” I whisper, voice shaking. “And you gave that to me. Thank you.”
He wipes my tears away with steady fingers, his thumbs soft against my cheeks, full of nothing but love.
“There’s going to be a lifetime of them, Candy,” he murmurs. “I plan to make each one better than the last.”
Then he kisses me.
I crawl forward, pressing him down onto his heels, fingers trailing down his chest, then lower. My hand wraps around his thick, straining cock. He bites his lip, head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut.
I don’t like that.
“Eyes on me,” I growl.
His gaze snaps open—obedient and burning.
I lift myself and Logan’s hands close around my ass, greedy and possessive, helping me rise. They guide me down—slow, unrelenting—until I’m sinking onto Evander’s cock. He stretches me wide, and I choke on a gasp. So long. So deep.
I ride him hard, rolling my hips, taking more with each thrust. Logan’s hands stay on me—gripping, spreading, helping me fuck myself open for our lover.
I hook my hands behind Evander’s neck, scraping my nails down his skin as he thrusts up into me, rough and hungry, like he’s trying to brand his love into every inch of my body.
Through my hair I catch Logan watching—eyes locked on where Evander disappears inside me, his jaw clenched tight, pupils blown wide.
I press a palm to his chin. He jolts, gaze flying to mine. The hunger there wrecks me.
“I need both of you,” I whisper, voice thick with want. “Now.”
Logan’s fingers twitch on my hips. He moves behind me, crowding close. One hand dips under me, sliding through the mess of slick between my thighs until he’s stroking Evander’s cock where it fills me.
“Fuck,” Evander grunts, head falling to my shoulder.
I thread my fingers through his purple-streaked hair and tug—hard. His cock jerks deep inside me in response.
Logan’s slick fingers trail back, rubbing the tight ring of muscle at my ass. He circles, presses—harder, then deeper—until he pops inside.
I gasp, arching into Evander’s chest as Logan begins to fuck me open with his fingers. No hesitation. No mercy. After one—he gives me two. Then three.
Evander starts to shake.
I yank his hair tighter, forcing him to look up at me. His eyes are wide, desperate.
“You will not come,” I command, hips grinding down to slow him. “Not until I say.”
He nods, panting. His body trembles with restraint.
Logan scissors me wider, making room for more, stretching me to the edge of what I can take. As much control as I give, I’m barely holding on.
When he finally pulls his fingers free, Evander breathes a shaky sigh of relief. It’s short-lived.
Logan grabs my hips, positions himself—and waits.
I glance past Evander’s shoulder and meet Harlan’s gaze. He’s watching, stroking himself slowly, his eyes full of smolder and pride. He taught them to wait. And they have.
Harlan meets my eyes and smirks—dark, possessive, knowing. He’s going to wait to come until we do. This is ours.
I turn back to Logan and give him what he’s dying for.
“Fuck me, Logan. Fuck me hard.”
Both men groan—raw, guttural.
Logan presses on my lower back, arching me deeper, and thrusts in—hard.
I choke on a gasp. With both of them buried inside me, I’m stretched to the limit—completely, devastatingly full. Their cocks grind together through the thin wall inside me.
“Fuck, Candy,” Evander gasps. “Fuck.”
Logan doesn’t wait. Doesn’t hold back. He fucks me raw—fast, deep, filthy.
The brat.
I love it.
I grab Logan’s hand at my waist and Evander’s hand on my ass, bringing them together—and then, without warning, I bite.
They both seize.
“Come,” I breathe, voice velvet and steel.
Permission granted.
Their cocks pulse against each other, spilling deep inside me—heat and pressure and ecstasy.
I lean back against Logan’s chest and pull Evander toward us. Logan bites my shoulder—opposite the one Harlan claimed. Evander takes my right breast in his hand and bites just above the nipple, tongue lapping after.
Both alphas pour into me.
Evander—light and laughter, joy and wild wonder—fills every corner of my soul that’s been barren for so long.
Logan—strength and confidence, but under it all, aching love and steady care—grounds me completely.
I burst—wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me.
When I collapse, they catch me.
Of course they do.
They always will.