38. Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Zane
M ira fits perfectly against Cole, her small form rising and falling with his steady breaths. His arms are locked around her and he splays a hand across her waist, the span covering her entire lower back. His knot still ties them together, and the intimacy of that sight does something stupid to my heart.
All the hard angles in Cole's face have softened, years of tension released from his features. The permanent furrow between his brows has smoothed out, and his rigid posture has melted into something loose and peaceful. His hand traces lazy patterns on Mira's back, like he can't stop touching her even in this blissed-out state.
I've never seen him like this. So at peace. So complete. And more importantly, he's actually accepting love instead of punishing himself for wanting it.
She’s done this for him. Our omega has finally broken through years of self-recrimination and guilt. I glance at Adrian who levels a relieved glance my way. Even Adrian looks softer. Less our prime and more a happy pack member. I hadn’t realized how Cole’s problem weighed on Adrian’s shoulders.
“Well, well. Looks like someone finally lost that stick up his ass.” Gods, I can’t help but tease.
“Fuck off, Zane,” Cole murmurs, but there's no bite to it. His voice comes out lazy, his lips curving in a blissed-out smile.
The fact that he's not rising to my bait tells me more than anything else how profound this change is. Our Cole—our brooding, guilty, self-punishing Cole—has finally found his peace.
Mira’s auburn hair spills like silk over his shoulders. Her lips are still swollen from his kisses, curved in a slight smile as she dozes. She's so small against him, yet she fits perfectly. She looks younger like this. Peaceful. The way it should be. Like she was made to be here.
Made to be ours.
I lean in and press my lips to hers, tasting Cole on her mouth. Her eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded and dark with lingering pleasure, and fuck, the sight of her pleasure goes straight to my groin. The remaining blood in my body that hasn’t pooled inside my cock spikes as she responds to my kiss with a soft whimper.
Watching her come apart on Cole's knot was the sweetest torture. My cock has been hard since their first kiss, throbbing painfully as I witnessed their completion. Now, with her kiss-swollen lips moving against mine, my knot begins to swell in anticipation.
She's gravity. Impossible to resist, pulling me in closer. The way she arches, still tied to Cole but seeking my touch, is the hottest thing I've ever seen. Her scent blooms fresh with arousal, and my inner alpha howls .
“Baby Girl,” I growl against her mouth. “The things you do to me...”
The sight of her wanting both of us, accepting both of us... it's more than I ever expected. She makes this little sound—half moan, half plea—and my control thins. My cock pulses, pre-cum soaking through my shorts as she reaches for me.
Her kiss isn't enough; could never be enough. I need more of her. I crave everything she's willing to give. She grows restless against Cole.
“What do you need, Baby Girl?” I ask, though her scent already tells me. Sweet arousal threads around me, coating my mind, body and soul, making my mouth water. The way she writhes, caught between Cole's knot and her growing arousal.
“You,” she groans, the word breaking on a whimper that goes straight to my groin. “Please, Zane...” Her hand reaches for me, trembling.
Adrian is already fisting his cock through his pants, cedar smoke blending with my needy citrus. His eyes are dark with desire. “Give our omega what she wants, brother.”
I don’t need to be asked twice. My cock throbs as I strip off my clothes, unable to wait another second. She's ours. All of ours. The way it was always meant to be. I plan to show her exactly what that means. Cole's smile and heavy-lidded eyes tell me he's more than happy to share this moment.
“Gonna take care of you, Baby Girl. Gonna make you feel so good.”
The way she whimpers in response, the way her scent spikes with fresh arousal, nearly breaks my control completely. This omega will be the death of me.
And what a glorious way to go.
I ease her upright, careful of where she's still joined with Cole. She yields to my touch like warm honey, letting me guide her, trusting me to give her what she thirsts for. Her scent blooms with anticipation but it's not enough. I need to feel all of her, skin on skin. I need to map every inch of her with my hands and mouth.
I draw her shirt over her head. She's filled out a little since we found her. Her ribs are less prominent, her curves softening, but she's still too thin. The evidence of her hardships is written on her body in a language of scars and silver lines. Each one tells a story of survival, of pain overcome, of strength I can barely comprehend, but fuck if they don't make her more beautiful. Each scar is a battle won, a testimony to her resilience. She's a survivor, our omega, and that makes her more precious than any unmarked skin ever could.
Her petite breasts are flawless, nipples taut and yearning for touch. Her waist tapers elegantly before widening to hips that could use a bit more softness, but the balance is exquisite. A cluster of small scars mark her left side, vanishing around her back, and I yearn to explore their path with my tongue. She's a living masterpiece, power embodied in velvet, and she belongs to us.
I'll track down whoever inflicted these marks. I'll exact retribution for each scar, each moment of agony they caused our omega, but for now, I have a different intention. Right now, I'm going to replace every unpleasant memory with ecstasy. I'll revere every inch of her until the only traces she recalls are those we bestow in adoration.
“Stunning,” I murmur, lowering my mouth to her neck, where her heart pounds wildly. My hands encircle her waist, feeling her align perfectly with me. “Gorgeous, baby.”
Her skin is smooth as silk under my touch, vital and alive. She's everything—a blend of fortitude and delicacy, fervor and confidence, resilience and submission, all combined in one exquisite form.
“Might I caress you, Little One?” Despite his urgency, Adrian stays composed. Always respectful, always giving her control.
She nods eagerly, fervently. “Please, Adrian. Please...”
He stands effortlessly, ensnaring one perfect breast with his mouth. The sound she makes is raw, a harmony of want, pleasure, and submission. Her back curves, pushing more of herself into his mouth. I approach from behind, fingertips cupping her throat, gently leaning her head against my chest. I skim my thumb along her throat as her pulse accelerates. This is where I’ll leave my mark if she desires. If she pleads for us to claim her. I can already sense the venom in my mouth, envision how breathtaking she’ll look adorned with all our markings.
Her scent spikes sharply as Adrian's tongue works magic on her breast, as Cole's knot keeps her filled, running his hands over her waist and thighs .
“That's it, Baby Girl,” I growl in her ear, letting my breath ghost over her sensitive skin. “Let us take care of you. Let us make you feel good.” My free hand slides down her stomach, her muscles quivering under my touch as I gently ghost my finger over her clit.
The whimper she makes in response, the way she melts between us, tells me she's more than ready for whatever we want to give her. Her body is responsive, eager, trusting us to bring her pleasure.
I increase pressure on her clit, circling the sensitive bud as I hold her head back, claiming her mouth with mine. The kiss is deep, possessive, hungry, swallowing her desperate moans as she writhes between us. She tastes like paradise and sin combined, like everything I've ever wanted. Her tongue eagerly meets mine, submitting while still demanding more.
Her small body shakes with the effort of containing so much sensation—Adrian's skilled mouth on her breast, teeth grazing her nipple just right; Cole's thick knot still pulsing inside her, stretching her; my fingers working her sensitive flesh in steady circles. The way she yields to us, accepts our touch, our pleasure, our worship, is intoxicating.
“Fuck,” Cole grits out, his voice strained and rough. “She's... her muscles are clamping down like a vice around my knot.” Sweat drips down his face as he fights for control. His hands flex on her hips, caught between helping her move and holding her still.
I chuckle against Mira's lips, never stopping the movement of my fingers. “Enjoy it, brother. Our omega is a blessing.” Watching her come apart for us, feeling her respond to our touch, knowing she trusts us this much, is sacred .
“Gods, yes,” Cole agrees readily, even as more sweat beads on his brow. His hands grip her hips, helping support her. He knows how lucky he is with the look of awe and pure wonder on his face instead of a scowl.
“You're doing so well, Little One,” Adrian murmurs against her breast. “Taking us so beautifully.” His tongue flicks across her nipple, drawing another desperate sound from her throat .
My fingers speed up on her clit as I break the kiss to nip at her throat. “That's it, Baby Girl. Show us how good we make you feel. Show us how well you take your alphas' cocks.”
Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as her climax finally overwhelms her. Her head tips back against my shoulder, throat exposed, body arching beautifully as she shatters. The sight of her coming undone is glorious, face flushed, lips swollen, every muscle taut with ecstasy as her sugared lilac scent explodes around us.
“She's... I'm... cumming again. Her muscles...” Cole can't finish the sentence, as her inner walls milk his knot. His scent spikes as he empties into her again. When she comes back to herself, her eyes are dark with lust.
“Zane,” she demands, voice rough with desire. The way she says my name is both a prayer and command. “Need you. Please.” Her scent carries no shame, no hesitation, just pure, desperate want.
“What do you need, Baby Girl? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.” I’m ready to prostrate myself at her feet and give her the world, moon and stars.
“Everything.” She reaches for me with trembling hands. “Need you inside me. Need all of you.” Her words are slightly slurred, but the desire in them is crystal clear.
And fuck if that isn't the hottest thing I've ever heard.
“Gonna give you anything you ask, Baby Girl,” I rasp.
She's still firmly tied to Cole's knot, even more securely now after his second release. Her inner muscles must be milking every drop from him, but there's another way I can claim her, one more hole begging to be filled. I press gently on her shoulders, encouraging her to lean forward. My finger trails down her spine, over the curve of her ass to that tight rosebud. The way she shivers under my touch makes my cock throb with anticipation.
She's leaking slick everywhere, her arousal coating her thighs, making everything wet and ready. The sight of her essence glistening on her skin, marking where she's joined with Cole, drives my alpha wild. I gather some of her slick on my finger, circling her back entrance with gentle pressure .
“Baby Girl,” I growl, my voice rough. My finger continues its teasing circles as her tight muscles flutter under my touch. “Can I take you here? Cole's already filling your sweet pussy, but if you want me now...” I press slightly with my finger, testing her reaction. “This is how it'll have to be.”
My balls ache at the sound of her answering whimper. “Yes, please, Zane. Please…please Alpha. Want you. Want all of you.”
She needs to understand she belongs to us. With us. And I need to remind her that she owns us all .
I work my finger deeper inside her, then add another, preparing her carefully despite my desperate need to claim. Her body yields beautifully to my touch, opening for me like she was made for this… because she was.
We all were.
When she's ready, I position the head of my cock against her tight entrance. I ease in slowly, inch by careful inch, and fuck, she's tight. Hot silk grips me, made better by Cole's cock through the thin wall separating us. The dual sensation is mind-blowing—her tight heat around me, the rigid length of Cole's cock adding pressure She makes little whimpers that drive me wild as she takes me into her body.
“That's it, Baby Girl,” I growl, holding her hips steady. My fingers will probably leave marks, but the thought only makes my alpha purr harder. “Take all of me. You're doing so well.”
When I'm fully seated, we both freeze, adjusting to the sensation. She's completely filled now, stuffed full of both our cocks. Her scent is spun sugar, telling me exactly how much she loves this. How much she wants this.
“So full,” she gasps, her inner muscles fluttering around me. The movement makes Cole groan too, his musky scent thick with renewed arousal. “So perfect.”
The words nearly undo my control. Because she is perfect, taking both of us, wanting both of us, trusting us this completely.
“Move,” she demands, and the command in her voice makes my cock pulse. “Please, Zane. Need you to move.”
And who am I to deny our omega anything ?
I start with shallow thrusts, her body adjusting to the invasion but her desperate moans and the way she pushes back against me tell me she needs more. My control starts to slip as pleasure builds, each thrust deeper than the last.
The sensation is exquisite, her body yielding to me, Cole's cock adding delicious pressure through the thin wall, her small frame trembling between us. Every movement draws new sounds from her throat, each one more desperate than the last. Whimpers turn to moans turn to broken pleas.
“So good, Baby Girl,” I growl, increasing my pace. Sweat drips down my spine as I fight to maintain some semblance of control. “You’re made for this. Made for us.” My hands guide her movements, helping her take both our cocks deeper.
“Adrian!” Her voice breaks on his name. “Need. Please...”
He rises to his knees, understanding what she pines for. His cock is hard and leaking, the sight of her taking both Cole and me having driven him wild. A pearly white drip builds at the tip of his cock. Her little pink tongue darts out to lick it off him as he positions himself before her mouth. Pre-cum beads at his tip and, fuck, the eager way she leans forward to take him makes me miss my rhythm.
She swallows him greedily, like she's starving for him. Her small mouth stretches around his girth, lips pink and glistening as they slide down his length. Smoked cedar fills the space, merging with our scents to create something uniquely ours.
He rises onto one knee, keeping his fist locked around his knot as he carefully feeds her his cock. One of his hands tangles in her hair, not forcing, just guiding as she works him with obvious enthusiasm. “Doing so well, Little One.”
Her answering throaty groan is pure seduction. Her eyes flutter closed as she gives herself over to us. The sight of her like this—stuffed full of all three of us, wanting all of us, needing all of us—is the most erotic thing I've ever experienced.
She's the missing piece we always knew we needed. She’s the heart connecting all our broken parts. Each of us tied to her, through her, because of her. The way she connects us is profound, more than physical, more than biological. She's the bridge between Cole's guilt and healing, between Adrian's control and surrender, between my playfulness and depth. She makes us whole when we never knew we were broken.
She’s the center of the fucking universe.
“Good girl,” Adrian praises, voice rough. His fingers tenderly card through her hair even as his hips thrust shallowly. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
She hums in response, the sound pure satisfaction, and my hips jerk involuntarily. The movement makes her gasp around Adrian's cock, creating a chain reaction that has us all groaning. She's magnificent like this - completely surrendered to us, to what we can give her.
Her sugared lilac blooms with contentment and arousal, telling us how much she loves this. Being filled, being claimed, being wanted by all of us. The way she moves between us, taking everything we give her and still wanting more...
Her muscles flutter around me. She’s close. My knot starts to swell, catching at her rim with each thrust. Cole groans beneath us, his leather-amber scent sharp with renewed arousal as her inner walls grip his knot tighter.
“Gonna cum, Baby Girl,” I gasp.
She whimpers and pushes back against me as much as she can, her slender back arching. I slide my knot into her body and she comes instantly. Her cry of completion is the sweetest sound I've ever heard. The sight, the sound, the scent of her pushes me over the edge. With a roar, I drive into her as my knot locks us together. Adrian grunts as I fill her with my seed. His jaw clenches and a bead of perspiration slides down his face. His cock throbs as he empties in her mouth. Her neck works and she drinks him as best she can.
We're all tied together now, as we should be. My forehead rests against her shoulder as I pulse into her, marking her from the inside out.
“Perfect.” I press kisses to the sweat-slick skin between her shoulder blades.
“So fucking perfect,” Cole rasps.
“Everything,” Adrian groans.
And she is. The way she takes all of us, the way she trusts us, the way she gives herself over to pleasure…it is everything. She is everything.
Our perfect omega. Finally ours.