52. Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Two
Asher
S he sleeps tangled in Phoenix’s arms, her body limp with exhaustion, her breath slow and steady. The scent of our lovemaking lingers heavy in the air but beneath it is the metallic tang of blood.
Not acceptable.
No part of those alphas deserve a place in this nest.
Not in this space.
I wet a cloth with warm water, wringing it carefully before kneeling beside her. Soren lifts her just enough for me to slide the damp fabric over her skin, wiping away the remnants of battle and pleasure. She murmurs in her sleep, her nose scrunching slightly at the sensation, but she doesn’t wake.
She’s the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen, wrecked like this.
Soren showers in record time and returns with fresh blankets. Phoenix follows him to scrub the scent of violence off his skin, after handing off a sleeping Emma. We clear away the worst of the mess that doesn’t belong in here, taking care not to disturb the heart of the nest.
I crouch beside her again, my fingers brushing a stray curl from her forehead. She sighs, nuzzling unconsciously into my touch, and something in my chest splinters.
I am lost to her.
We all are.
But the most astonishing thing?
She loves us back.
Not because she has to. Not because of bonds or biology.
But because she chooses to.
Her love isn’t just a feeling. It’s a resonance .
It hums through the bond as golden light, threading between our ribs, sinking into our marrow. It’s warmth after too long in the cold. Strength when the weight of every lost omega threatens to crack my spine.
With her, we aren’t just alphas.
She makes us so much more.
This is the true power of omegas. Not submission, not weakness, but the quiet, cataclysmic force that remakes alphas into mates. Into men.
And the ones who take by force?
They’ll never know this.
They’ll never feel a bond sink into their soul like sunlight, never know the euphoria of an omega’s choice. Their lives are smaller, colder, less. Locked in the petty tyranny of stolen power.
“I hope Pack Hawthorne finds Leah.” The words taste like ash in my mouth.
We lost her.
The memory is a fresh wound. Leah’s battered body crumpled in Hardwick’s unforgiving grip, the senator’s snarling face as she used our omega’s chosen sister as a human shield while we were engaged fighting her pack. The pack she lost because she left them behind.
Phoenix’s jaw tightens, his eyes reflecting the same gnawing self-loathing I feel. “Before or after they rip out Hardwick’s throat, I wonder?”
The unspoken truth coils thick between us. Pack Hawthorne is scent-matched to Leah, bonded not just by law, but by something primal, something even Hardwick’s corruption can’t sever.
Now they have the scent of their omega’s blood ingrained in their psyche, they won’t stop.
They can’t.
Justice or vengeance—it doesn’t matter. Pack Hawthorne will bring Leah home or die trying and the senator’s days are numbered.
We have irrefutable evidence of both her and the commissioner’s guilt, and back-up thanks to Kevin Dawson’s faith that he knew something didn’t add up when I contacted him for his help.
The only way out for Hardwick will be to be imprisoned for life or die.
I lie in our omega’s nest, content to rest and watch the way the soft light catches on her lashes, casting delicate shadows across her flushed cheeks.
Her eyes flutter open and focus slowly, the dilated pupils still dark with lingering heat as they find mine.
There's a moment of quiet stillness between us as consciousness returns to her.
Then, like the sun breaking through clouds, a drowsy smile spreads across her lips, sweet and sleepy and so damn intimate my chest physically aches with it.
Her delicate fingers stretch toward me in silent demand.
Every nerve in my body snaps to attention, my cock already throbbing painfully against my stomach.
Her warm palm meets my cheek, the contact making my pulse kick.
Her skin is so soft against my stubble. The pad of her thumb brushes the line of my jaw, pressing just enough that her touch brands me.
“Alpha, please. Need you.” Those words, heavy with sleep and possessive affection, sends a possessive growl rumbling through my chest.
She crawls over me like a dream given flesh, the lean lines of her body gilded in the nest’s low light.
Her thighs bracket my hips, as she settles over me.
My palms skate down the exquisite curve of her spine, each vertebra a pearl beneath my fingertips, the dimples above her ass begging for my worship.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I rasp.
And she is.
The way her lips fall apart as she strokes my cock with her heated core. The way her sweat-slicked stomach tenses as she lifts over me. The way her nipples pebble when my thumbs trace the underside of her breasts.
“Alpha. Need,” she breathes.
“Take whatever the fuck you want, Moonbeam. I’m yours.” Without beginning or end. Wholly. Completely. Forever.
She reaches between us, wrapping her fingers around my cock, guiding the swollen head to her entrance. She notches me there, her slick dripping onto my abdomen like liquid sin, but when she descends, the pleasure is blinding.
Her cunt stretches around me as she takes me inch by inch, her walls clinging like they were made to hold me. Her breath catches, her hips rocking in tiny, involuntary circles as she adjusts, her hands braced on my chest.
Her rhythm is a maddening slow, sinuous roll of her hips that drags every inch of my cock through her clenching heat before sinking back down. Her thighs flex as she tips her head back, her sweat-slicked throat working around broken moans.
“That’s it,” I growl, gripping her waist. “Take it. Take me, Omega.”
She whimpers, her pace turning more desperate. Every rise teases just the head of my cock before she plunges back down, her slick gushing around me, her breath coming in ragged little gasps.
My fingers dig into the supple flesh of her thighs, leaving dimples in her flawless skin as I help her find a brutal, perfect rhythm.
Up, then down, each snap of her hips wrenching choked moans from her throat.
The wet slap of our bodies fills the nest, her slick dripping down my balls as she rides me without mercy.
She's so close.
The sounds she makes border on sobs as she bounces on my thickening knot.
“Please…please…” she gasps, her fingers scrambling at my chest, her thighs quaking .
I can’t hold back.
With a snarl, I thrust up, burying myself to the hilt. My knot pops past her entrance, locking us together in one savage, blissful stretch. Her scream shatters the air. Her cunt clamps down in rippling waves. Every muscle in her body locks tight before melting against me in shuddering surrender.
Her pleasure explodes inside my chest. Golden fire and honey light up inside me. I roar as my climax tears through me, my cock pulsing inside her, my seed flooding in thick, relentless spurts.
She’s still burning. Heat rolls off her, sweat glistening at her temples, trickling down the delicate dip of her spine.
Her body twitches between us, her fingers clawing at my chest, her slick dripping onto my thighs where our bodies are still locked together by my knot.
A needy whine rips from her as she continues to writhe in my lap.
“Soren. She needs you,” I bark.
He’s already moving.
Kneeling behind her, his hands slide up her trembling back, his fingers spreading her damp skin as he leans in to lick a stripe up her neck. “Tell me,” he murmurs against her ear, his cock dragging through the mess of her slick where she’s stretched around me. “Is this what you want, Omega?”
She whines, high and desperate, her hips pushing back into him. “Yes…please…Alpha, now!”
His palm presses between her shoulder blades, bending her forward just enough to expose her back entrance. With his other hand he guides the thick head of his cock to notch against her, her body yielding as he eases inside her.
She throws her head back as she screams, her walls clenching around both of us, her back arching like a bowstring. Soren groans, his forehead dropping between her shoulder blades as he bottoms out, his hips flush against her ass. “Gods,” he grits out, his voice fraying.
She sobs, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “Move! Please move!”
Each slow, deep stroke drags Soren’s cock nearly all the way out before surging back in, the thick length of him stretching her rear passage in a relentless rhythm. I feel every inch of him as her inner walls stretch around us both, the way her body trembles as he angles his hips to sink deeper.
“Look at her,” Soren growls, his voice guttural with restraint. His hands grip her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls her back onto him harder, faster.
The dual sensation is unbearable, her slick heat milking my cock while Soren’s thick shaft pistons into her from behind. Every thrust sends a shockwave through her, making her clench around me in erratic pulses.
“Emma! Fuck !” My roar is ragged as my knot swells impossibly tighter inside her as another orgasm erupts. Cum floods her in thick, pulsing ropes as pleasure wrecks me.
Soren fucks her through it, his rhythm unbroken, his breath coming in harsh pants against her shoulder. His fingers slide between her thighs to circle her swollen clit. “Come for us again.”
Her scream is hoarse, a broken, breathless sound that scrapes from her throat as her body convulses between us. Her cunt squeezes my knot in rhythmic, milking pulses, her slick gushing around our joined flesh. Her nails score my chest and her thighs trembling where they bracket my hips.
Soren’s hips stutter as he buries himself inside her. A wordless cry pulls from him as he releases into her, every muscle in his body locked tight.
She’s still burning, fever-hot beneath my palms, her scent thick enough to drown in. Her hands reach blindly, desperately toward Phoenix, her voice a breathless whisper.
“Alpha, please, need…need your cock.”
Phoenix is there before the plea fully leaves her lips. He kneels before her, his golden hair mussed, his chest heaving. His cock is thick and flushed, pre-cum beading at the tip as he fists himself, guiding his length to her swollen lips.
“Open up, Tough Girl,” he rasps, his voice dark with need, his fingers tangling in her hair—not forcing, just guiding .
She obeys, her mouth closing around him. Her tongue swirls over the head, before she sucks him deep, her throat working to take every inch. Phoenix’s breath hitches, his head falling back, his abs flexing as he fights to keep his hips still.
“Fuck…Emma!”
His hips jerk, his cock pulsing as he spills down her throat. She swallows him gulp after greedy gulp, her fingers digging into his thighs hard enough to bruise, her eyes fluttering shut as she takes everything he gives.
When he finally pulls back, his expression is ruined, eyes black, lips parted on a silent groan, his chest rising and falling in ragged bursts.
A drop of cum glistens at the corner of Emma’s mouth.
Phoenix swipes it away with his thumb, then presses it back between her lips, watching with dark satisfaction as she sucks it clean.
The world narrows to heat and need. The sun rises and sets while we lose ourselves in her. Emma is the axis we orbit around, her body the center of our universe.
Right now, she’s sprawled across Soren’s chest, her back arched as he laps at her bite mark, her fingers fisted in my hair. Phoenix kneels behind her, guiding his cock between her thighs, his teeth grazing her shoulder as he sinks in.
“That’s it, Omega,” he growls. “Take us both.”
She does so perfectly, her walls fluttering as she accommodates us. Her head falls back against Soren, her breath hitching.
Mine. Ours.
The possessive roar in my blood is deafening, but beneath it, deeper than instinct, deeper than rut, is a fiercer calling.
I would die for her.
We all would.
Willingly. Happily. Time and again.
Time collapses into sensation.
She rides me in the nest, Phoenix petting her hair while Soren feeds her slices of peach. She arches, trembling, when his fingertips brush her lips when she sucks his fingers into her mouth. He smirks, sliding his thumb between her teeth. “Always so greedy, Butterfly.”
I wake to Phoenix fucking her against the head of the nest, her back pressed to his chest, his hand muffling her cries. Soren kneels before her, letting her grind against his tongue until she climaxes.
When she wakes, she crawls to me, sleep-rumpled and desperate, her lips swollen, her scent thick with our mixed spend before she presents so beautifully. “Alpha,” she breathes against my stomach. “Please.”
We never refuse.
Emma blinks awake one morning, her lashes fluttering, her gaze clear for the first time in days.
Phoenix is half-sprawled over her legs, his face pressed to her calf, his breathing slow.
Soren’s fingers are tangled in her hair, possessive even in sleep.
My palm rests on her hip, my thumb brushing over a faded scar.
And her smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen—sunlight and softness and peace.
Her voice is a whisper, rough from overuse, but so sure. “I love you, Alphas.”
“You’re our everything, Omega,” I whisper back.
Soren stirs, pressing his lips to her wrist before throwing an arm around her waist. Phoenix hums against her skin where he’s tangled in her legs, his fingers tightening around her ankle. And I tighten my grip on her hip, my chest so full it hurts.
Her eyes close as she sighs, her body loose, her heartbeat steady against mine.
Asleep.
Healed.
Ours.