Chapter 67
sixty-seven
DANE
“Wait, wait, wait.”
Our sweet, purring little omega snuggles closer to my side, drawn to my voice even in her sleep. It’s been three of the most incredible days I could ever imagine, but somehow? Looking at her still rips the air right out of my lungs.
She tightens the leg coiled through mine, a fresh burst of wetness seeping from her hot, pink core. For a second, I brace, thinking she needs another knot, but this seems to be the first peaceful bout of rest she’s had since we settled in here.
Still, I wonder what she’s dreaming about that has her so deliciously slick.
Especially now.
Cillian and I both stare at Rhys, dumbfounded. Our blond packmate nods, a smug smirk on his lips as he holds up the book he’s been reading. Which is, apparently, a recommendation from our mate. “Yep.”
Our pack leader frowns mightily. His shiny black brows knit together. “You’re saying the guy stalks this woman in a bookstore?”
“Yup,” Rhys repeats.
“And watches her when she sleeps?” I put in.
He nods again. “Uh huh.”
“Then he—” I can’t say it. I can’t even think it without getting obviously, shamefully hard.
“—chases her through the woods wearing a mask,” Rhys finishes for me, unfazed. “He sure does.”
“And she likes it?” Cillian confirms. Though I’m not sure if he’s referring to the character in the book or the woman snuggled between us. Lightly grinding her soaked pussy against my thigh.
Rhys cocks an eyebrow like he can’t believe how old and boring we are. “Yeah,” he replies, as if we’re slow. Then he gives Briar a lingering, loving look before snapping at us. “It’s her favorite.”
Holy. Fuck.
My little beauty is a beast.
It takes every drop of self-possession I have not to bite her right the hell now.
Both of my packmates see my expression and chuckle, a certain camaraderie expanding between us. It isn’t new, but it is nice.
We always had each other’s backs—and there was never a day I didn’t consider these guys my brothers in arms. But Briar’s heat has given us back our pack.
We haven’t been this way since we were young. Cillian and I plotting and problem-solving together. Rhys piping in with his critiques or jokes or mind-blowing revelations on our omega’s reading material.
Now I can see how close we were to falling apart, before her. And why alpha packs need an omega to center them.
Having her as our one and only focus has reforged us. Catering to our mate’s every need, ensuring we all get breaks to sleep, helping one another keep her clean and fed. We haven’t just found a new level of connection with her—we’ve found a new level of connection for our family.
Any doubts I had about letting these guys in, being bound together, have evaporated. Briar needs us, for one, but… I think we need each other, too. Even if we’ve been too proud to admit it for as long as I can remember.
Honestly, if we hadn’t agreed to wait until she’s lucid enough to remember the moment we form the bond, I probably would have already—
Oh. Fucking. Hell.
A gut-twisting, soul-searing slice of tart sweetness suddenly fills the nest. Briar’s body tenses against mine, her soft snores shattering into a low, panicked whine.
Thunderous arousal rips through my body. Roiling instincts to mark, claim, guard, pleasure. And under all that? There’s rage.
However her asshole “father” died, it wasn’t painful enough. Whatever plans he had for her, keeping her sedated for her heats and suppressing them, they’ve made for some severe bouts of desperation. Moments like these, where her cramps ramp up out of nowhere.
It’s bad enough, seeing the woman we love in pain. But even worse because her Omega is so soft. Before this heat, part of me expected her to be as sharp and regal as the woman I love, but Briar’s Omega is a giver.
Thrilled to impress Cillian with her nesting and her flawless presenting position.
Begging to hold Rhys so he doesn’t get any headaches.
Crawling into my lap and snuggling up to me at every opportunity.
Always carefully scent-marking my scars until we’re both so dizzy with joy, I end up pounding her until she comes all over my knot.
She never demands or fights us. Instead, she trusts. Opens. And showers all of us with more love and loyalty than we ever could have hoped for. Which makes seeing her feature crunch in discomfort unbearable.
Her need calls to the deepest protective instincts in each of us.
Rhys instantly sets her book outside the nest, lurching to his hands and knees to get to us.
Cillian crowds closer to her other side, slipping his hand between my body and her core, feeling how strained her abdominal muscles have gotten.
“She’s exhausted,” he tsks. “But her body still wants more. And we can’t bond her until she’s out of the thickest parts of her haze.”
“We need to give her Omega a jolt,” Rhys suggests, scowling in consternation.
“If she’s near the apex of her heat, we can flood her system with endorphins and fill her up with as much of us as possible to push her over the peak.
Then, once her haze thins out a bit and she’s more lucid, we can bond her to bring her out of the heat entirely. ”
Cillian claps his brother’s shoulder. “It’s a good plan.” He rises to his knees, a thick erection already bobbing between his hips. “I know how we can do it, too.”
We both wait, expectant, as his lips quirk halfway up. “You’re going to share her pussy,” our pack alpha dictates, “while I take her ass.”
Rhys snarls the same moment I do. The combined sound shakes Briar from her sleep. She whines before burying her face into my torso, trying to curl around the pain in her core. “A-alpha,” she squeaks. “N-need you.”
Cillian’s hand curls around her head at the same moment mine finds her back. We both pet her as my purr kicks up, masking the competitive growl I can’t help.
“Share her pussy,” I grumble. Packs do that, but we never have. And this far into her heat? Without my claim on her? I’m a little worried my Alpha might go rogue. Not to mention the feral beast lurking inside Rhys.
“Who would knot her?” he demands.
The mention of a knot has Briar climbing up my body, dragging her soaked slit over my scarred abs. Her motions are weak, though, like Cillian said. She needs more rest—and her body won’t let her have it until it’s satisfied.
“Whoever makes her come first,” Cillian decides. “Or lasts the longest.”
Fuck.
“It’s on,” Rhys hisses, flashing a maniacal grin. Briar loves it when he smiles. Her eyes widen and slick slips out of her, pooling in the lines of my torso. We all growl, impatience snapping us into action.
“She’s hurting,” I murmur, then, to her, “We’ll fix it for you, moonbeam.”
Cillian cups her chin, snagging her hazy gaze. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, omega. Do you want a treat? All three of our cocks filling your tight little holes at the same time?”
Briar lurches to her knees, keening desperately. We all reach out to steady her, and I realize she probably shouldn’t move too much.
“Come here,” I husk, pushing into the perfect mountain of pillows she made for me. “We’ll take you like this.”
I stretch my lower half out, giving Rhys a nod to show him what I mean. He catches on quickly, falling to his back and bending his legs over mine. Lining the bottoms of our cocks up.
His is longer but mine is thicker. They’re already oozing pre-cum, though—so when my head bumps just below his, wetness kisses both. He sucks in a breath the same second I do, each of us reaching down to hold ourselves in place.
Cillian stares into our omega, fisting his hand around her heart lock and tugging to guide her into position, helping her find the right place for her knees on either side of my hips. She gasps when she feels our cocks at her entrance, more slick gushing over us.
“That’s my girl,” Cillian soothes, capturing her long black hair at the nape. Holding it as he pushes her down onto our dicks.
Fucking hell. It’s so tight.
Our shafts rub together while her opening stretches over us. Just inside the fluttering ring, a softer one throbs and quivers. Begging for a knot. Burning us both with her silky, soaked heat.
“Al-alpha!” she shouts, dazed. “P-please!”
We both shove upward, snarling as velvet suction clasps our dicks from the tops of our swelling knots to the heads dribbling pearly pre-cum into her depths. Before I can get a grip on my control, Rhys moves.
He tilts Briar’s body toward me and tucks his hips, gliding his cock along the bottom of mine. Until only his swollen head remains. Pushing into the place that begs for more. Forcing Briar to scream.
I groan when he shoves back in, canting my hips to pull out. Starting up a rhythm.
Cillian watches Briar pant and moan, covering her tits with his big hands before he bends to lick at her mouth. My balls tingle as I watch them and I feel my knot fill. Pressing into Rhys’s. Kneading it.
“Fuck,” he barks. “Goddamn it, Dane.”
Cillian’s hand finds the curve of our omega’s ass next. His fingers curl into the cleft between her cheeks. Two fingers covered in slick disappear into her back hole.
Holy fucking—Jesus.
Pressure suddenly pushes from the thin wall between her openings, making her even tighter. Another cramp hits as Cillian swings himself into position, kneeling behind Briar and working his rock-solid erection into her ass.
All three of us roar. Rhys freezes halfway out of her while I stutter halfway in. It feels impossible to cram her any fuller.
But our mate whines a moan, bucking weakly. Cillian grasps her hips, lifting and lowering her. Forward, onto the two of us, then back so he can shove all the way inside.
God, she looks like a fucking goddess, flushed pink and hazy-eyed, with her black hair hanging in a curtain of night. All I want to do is make her come.
Rhys starts pumping, slicking himself between our cocks as I hold fast, reaching out and finding her clit. The little nub is practically buzzing. I circle it with my thumb and watch Briar choke on a gasp, her eyes rolling back.
Yes, yes, yes.
Her pussy spasms, soft wet warmth collapsing around our cocks. Rhys’s knot twitches against mine, the pressure of it almost too much—
It is too much for him. He blasts inside her like a canon, filling her with thick washes of release. With a hiss, he pushes as deep as he can, but his knot won’t fit. It’s already expanded. He curses, pulling out. Letting me shove my screaming swell into her glorious heat.
“That’s it, omega,” I grind. “Take all your alphas’ cum. Lock down on this knot.”
Briar’s blown-out gaze finds mine, fogging as her climax finally hits. She shrieks, clamping around Cillian and me as we both fuck her harder. Pushing in deeper. Coming—coming—
Fuck.
FUCK.
My knot explodes the same second his does, both locked deep. Grinding together through her thin, hot skin. Slick and cum gush from her body, pooling in the nest beneath us, filling the air with a mixture of all of our scents.
Briar falls forward, bringing Cillian with her. Rhys manages to move just in time to avoid getting trapped in our tangle as we fall to our sides, snuggling our mate between us. He crawls back to his mound of cushions and collapses, panting hard.
“Holy shit,” he gasps. “I think Dane won.”
My cock tingles, locked deep inside my mate. My best friend huffs a laugh, burying his nose in her hair. And I look down at Briar’s sleepy face as she scent-marks the scars over my heart.
“Yeah,” I reply. “I really did.”