Chapter 35
Boone
The cabin is warm, salt still clinging to my skin, her scent wrapping around me like smoke. She’s on the bed, lips parted, hair spilling wild over the pillow, the tie of her bikini already loose.
Gabe’s at her throat, tasting her like he’s starved. Shepard’s got her legs spread, eyes dark behind his glasses as his fingers trace along her inner thighs. I’m standing here, pulse hammering, cock straining against the fabric of my shorts as I take in the sight of her.
Our Omega.
Mine. Ours.
I move before I think, climbing onto the bed, bracketing her face with my hands and kissing her until she whimpers into my mouth. She tastes like sun and salt and need, and when she arches up against me, my control slips.
My hand fists in her hair, holding her still while my tongue claims her, devours her, tells her everything I can’t say.
Gabe growls low in his chest, pulling back just enough to watch us, his jaw tight. “She’s soaked.” His voice is a rasp. “She’s begging for it.”
“Then give it to her,” I snarl, pulling my mouth from hers just long enough to glare at him.
He doesn’t hesitate. He slides down the bed, pushing Shepard’s hands aside, and buries his mouth between her thighs.
Sadie gasps, back bowing, fingers clutching at the sheets. Shepard takes her hand, guiding it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her palm like he needs to ground her.
“Fuck,” she cries, her voice wrecked already. “Gabe—oh, god.”
I watch her fall apart under him, the wet sounds obscene, her thighs trembling. I can’t stay still. I tug her top off completely, freeing her breasts.
Her nipples are tight, begging for attention, and I take one into my mouth, biting down until she gasps. Shepard takes the other, his tongue circling, his hand sliding down her stomach.
She’s surrounded. Claimed. And it still doesn’t feel like enough.
When Gabe slides two fingers into her, her cry echoes off the walls. She bucks up, thrashing, the sheets twisting beneath her. He holds her down with one arm while he works her open with the other, his mouth relentless on her clit.
Shepard’s whispering against her skin, telling her she’s perfect, that she’s safe, that she’s ours. And I can’t tear my eyes away from the way she’s falling apart, the way her body gives in to us, trusting us.
“Boone,” she gasps, reaching for me.
I take her hand, press it to the bulge in my shorts. Her fingers curl over me, tentative at first, then bolder, stroking. My vision blurs. I rip the shorts down, guiding her hand back to me, groaning as she wraps around me.
“Look at me,” I growl.
Her eyes find mine, gray-blue and blown wide with lust, tears at the corners from how hard Gabe’s working her. And then she comes—hard.
Her whole body jerks, a cry tearing out of her throat, liquid spilling across Gabe’s hand and mouth. He swears into her, rutting against the mattress like he’s the one losing control.
She collapses back, chest heaving, face flushed. “I can’t—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” My voice is harsh, desperate. “Again.”
Gabe doesn’t even let up, his tongue dragging over her as if her release is only fuel. Shepard’s holding her down now, murmuring low as he kisses her hair, but his other hand is under her, teasing, pushing her higher when she thinks she’s spent.
She sobs, clawing at me, at anyone, at everything. “I love you,” she cries, broken, wrecked. “I love you, I love you, I—”
The words shatter me.
I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her confession, my cock throbbing against her thigh. Gabe lifts his head, his chin slick, eyes wild.
“She needs more.”
“I know,” I grit out, dragging my shorts the rest of the way off. “Move.”
Shepard shifts back reluctantly, though his hand doesn’t leave her. Gabe kneels beside me, fisting himself as he watches, as hungry as I am.
I line up, sliding into her inch by inch until her walls clutch me tight enough to see stars. Her cry is half pain, half relief, her nails sinking into my shoulders.
“Boone,” she gasps.
“Yeah, baby,” I groan, bottoming out inside her. “I’ve got you.”
And then I lose it.
I fuck into her hard, hips snapping, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge. She screams, her voice hoarse, her body convulsing as another orgasm rips through her.
Wetness floods around me, drenching us, and Gabe curses low, stroking his cock faster at the sight.
“Again,” I demand, pinning her wrists above her head. “Come again for me.”
She sobs, begging, but her body obeys. She convulses, squirts, the bed drenched beneath us.
Shepard’s hand slides down, pressing lightly against her stomach, and that’s enough to push her even higher. She shrieks. Tears stream down her cheeks, her entire body shuddering.
I feel my knot swell, pressure building, and I can’t hold it back. I thrust deep, lock inside her, and my roar fills the cabin as I spill, claiming her in every way that matters.
But it isn’t over.
Because Gabe moves behind me, his hand gripping my shoulder, his eyes blazing. “My turn.”
I bare my teeth but nod, pulling out carefully, watching our come spill down her thighs. She whimpers at the loss, body still trembling, but Gabe’s already there, flipping her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up.
“Say when to stop,” he growls.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, her voice wrecked. He slams into her, his knot slapping against her as he takes her hard.
Shepard kneels beside her, kissing her hair, her tears, whispering that she’s beautiful, that she’s everything. I’m stroking myself, still hard, watching Gabe lose himself inside her.
She comes again, squirting, screaming, biting the sheets as Gabe knots her, his teeth sinking into the curve of her neck. His mark blooms red, fresh, raw.
Ours.
When Shepard slides into her mouth, she takes him, tears streaking down her cheeks as she moans around him. Gabe’s grunting, lost in the rhythm, his hips jerking as he fills her.
I stroke harder, spilling across her back, groaning as I watch her body take everything we give her.
She collapses when it’s done, wrecked and trembling, marked and full, eyes glazed as she whispers it again. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
I gather her against me, brushing her damp hair back, kissing her swollen lips. “You’re ours now, Sadie. Part of us. Part of this pack.”
She nods, tears slipping down her cheeks, a smile breaking through. “Yes.”
And I know there’s no turning back.
Sadie is limp against me, her body damp with sweat, her hair clinging to her cheek. Gabe is still knotted to her, his chest pressed tight to her back, his teeth mark fresh on her shoulder.
Shepard sits at the head of the bed, one hand smoothing through her hair, the other adjusting his glasses like it’ll distract from how wrecked he looks. I’ve got her curled in my arms, my hand stroking up and down her side, grounding her, grounding myself.
The cabin smells like us. Like salt, sex, sweat, and the sharp edge of an Omega’s heat finally answered. It’s heavy, primal, everything I’ve wanted and everything I didn’t think I could handle until I had no choice.
Her eyes flutter open, gray-blue clouded, tears still wet at the corners. She shifts, winces, then sighs as Gabe kisses her shoulder from behind, still buried in her. Shepard murmurs something soft, something only she hears, and she smiles weakly, her lips brushing his wrist.
“Hey,” I whisper, pressing my mouth to her temple.
She tilts her face toward me, exhausted but present. “Hey.”
“You with us?” I ask.
Her throat works as she nods, voice raw when it comes out. “Yeah. I’m here.”
I stroke my thumb over her cheek, and something in my chest cracks wide open. “You scared the hell out of me, crying like that.”
“I wasn’t scared,” she says, her voice catching. “It was too much. And I needed it.” Her gaze finds mine, then shifts to Shepard, then Gabe. “I needed all of you.”
The words wreck me more than the sight of her did.
Shepard bends to kiss her hairline, his voice low. “You’ve got us, Sadie. You’ve got us now.”
Gabe groans behind her, knot finally easing, and he pulls out slow. She hisses, clutching at me, and I hold her tighter, murmuring nonsense into her hair.
Gabe collapses onto the other side of the bed, sweat slicking his chest, his scar stark against his skin. He drags a hand down his face, then looks at me with eyes that say everything he won’t out loud yet—this is insane, this is dangerous, this is ours.
I press a kiss to Sadie’s forehead, then her lips. “You love us,” I murmur, reminding myself, reminding all of us of what she said when she was breaking apart. “You said it.”
She blinks up at me, something vulnerable sparking in her tired eyes. “I meant it.”
The silence that follows is sharp, full. Gabe shifts, resting a hand on her hip like he can’t stop touching her. Shepard’s thumb drags over her knuckles, his body leaning in.
I bury my face in her neck because I can’t handle how much it means. “I didn’t think this was possible,” I say into her skin. “Any of this.”
Her fingers thread through my hair, nails scratching lightly at my scalp. “It’s real. We’re here. We’ll figure it out.”
My throat tightens. “You’re ours now.”
“I’ve always been mine,” she says gently. Then, firmer: “But I want to be yours too.”
Fuck.
I kiss her again, desperate and deep, tasting everything she’s offering. When I pull back, Shepard meets my eyes.
There’s understanding there, and wariness, but also a kind of surrender. Gabe’s jaw flexes, his Alpha instincts still running hot. His hand on her hip isn’t letting go.
This is truly the first time it feels like a pack. Not three men and an Omega fumbling through disaster. A pack.
I tuck the sheet higher around her, brushing her damp hair back, trying to shield her even though she doesn’t need it. “We’ll take care of you, Sadie. All of us. We’ll figure the rest out later.”
Her smile is small, sleepy, but it’s real. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
Relief floods me so hard I almost laugh. Shepard does, soft and surprised, pressing another kiss to her temple.
Gabe mutters something like a curse, but his thumb rubs circles against her hip. And I just hold her, finally letting myself breathe.
We lie like that, tangled together, the yacht rocking beneath us, the world outside slipping away. I don’t know how long passes. Minutes. Maybe an hour.
All I know is the way her breathing evens out, the way my own chest matches it, the way everything feels right even though it shouldn’t.
Then—three sharp knocks on the door.
The sound jolts me upright. Gabe snarls low in his throat. Shepard adjusts his glasses, already bracing himself like a man caught with contraband. Sadie blinks groggily, pulling the sheet up higher.
“Yeah?” I call, my voice rough.
The captain’s muffled voice answers. “Sorry to interrupt, but we’ve had a call from the Coast Guard. All vessels are to return to harbor immediately.”
The four of us freeze.
“What’s wrong?” Gabe demands, his Alpha authority cutting through the door.
“Don’t know the full details,” the captain replies. “They just said all boats need to get back to shore now. No exceptions.”
I meet Gabe’s eyes. He’s already calculating, already gearing up for action. Shepard looks unsettled, his hand tightening on Sadie’s.
And Sadie—she’s staring at the door, at us, her body still trembling but her eyes sharp now.