Chapter 19 #2
The sensation sends Sierra over the edge like a trigger. She’s convulsing around me, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm, making sounds that are barely human.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I come with a growl that I barely recognize as my own voice, spilling inside her, my knot swelling even larger to keep everything locked in tight. My vision whites out at the edges. My whole body is shaking. It’s too much. It’s perfect. It’s everything.
Sierra goes boneless beneath me, her eyes rolling back, her breathing ragged. But the sounds she’s making now are different. Softer. Satisfied purrs instead of desperate keens, and the change in her scent is immediate. Still thick with heat but not quite so sharp now. Not quite so desperate.
“There you go,” I murmur, brushing sweat-dampened hair back from her face. My hand is still shaking. “That’s better, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
She can’t answer, but her scent tells me everything I need to know.
We’re locked together, my knot firmly seated, and I lean in to pepper kisses along her lips, her neck, her throat. Tasting the salt of her sweat, breathing in her scent, feeling her pulse racing under my mouth.
“We should—” Cole starts, then stops. His hand comes to rest on my shoulder, squeezing. His scent is thick with barely controlled arousal.
“Yeah,” Malik agrees, understanding without Cole having to finish. His scent is just as intense, just as desperate.
And then they’re on her.
Malik leans down, pressing kisses along Sierra’s collarbone, her shoulder, down between her breasts. His tongue traces patterns on her skin, breathing in her scent like he’s trying to memorize it.
Cole mirrors him on the other side, his mouth finding the curve of her neck, her jaw, the sensitive spot behind her ear that makes her shiver even now. He’s murmuring soft praise between kisses, telling her how beautiful she is, how perfect, how good.
Dax’s hand strokes along her side, gentler than I’ve ever seen him be, and then he leans down too. His lips find her inner thigh, her hip, anywhere he can reach without disturbing where I’m still locked inside her.
Sierra whimpers, her eyelids fluttering, and I feel her clench around my knot.
Fuck.
When Dax’s tongue traces through the slick on her inner thigh, so close to where I’m still locked inside her that I can almost feel it, Sierra makes a sound that’s pure need.
Her inner walls flutter around my knot, and I have to grit my teeth against the sensation because it’s too much, too intense.
“Easy,” I murmur, though I don’t know if I’m talking to her or to Dax. “Don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”
But she’s not in pain. I can tell by her scent, by the way her body is responding. Just overwhelmed with sensation.
Cole’s mouth finds her nipple, and when he sucks gently, Sierra’s whole body jerks. The movement sends sparks of pleasure-pain through my oversensitive cock, and I groan.
“Careful,” I warn, though my voice comes out rough with arousal instead of actual warning. “Still locked.”
“Sorry,” Cole mutters against her skin, but he doesn’t stop. Just gentles his touch, his tongue circling her nipple while his hand cups her other breast, kneading gently.
Malik has moved lower, kissing down her stomach, his hands stroking her sides. Dax is still focused on her thighs, occasionally letting his teeth graze the sensitive skin there, marking her.
The combined attention is clearly affecting Sierra. Her scent is spiking again, fresh slick coating my knot, and even though I just knotted her, even though we’re still locked together, her body is already responding to the stimulation. Already building toward something more.
“Insatiable,” Dax rumbles with clear satisfaction, and there’s possessive pride in his voice.
My knot finally starts to deflate after what feels like hours, but is probably only thirty minutes. The best thirty minutes of my life, being surrounded by my brothers’ scents and Sierra’s heat and trying not to move because every shift sends aftershocks through both of us.
I pull out carefully, watching Sierra’s face for any sign of discomfort. She whimpers a sound of loss as I slip free.
“I know,” I soothe, reaching for a towel to clean her up. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”
But when I wipe gently between her thighs, fresh slick coats the towel immediately. Her heat isn’t done. Not even close. Her body is still demanding more, still searching for relief that one knot wasn’t enough to provide.
She needs more.
The realization makes my rut surge again even though I just came, even though I should be spent. Because Sierra needs more, and I can’t give it to her. Not yet. Not alone.
“Cole,” I say quietly, meeting his eyes. “Malik.”
They both look at me, and understanding passes between us without words. Sierra needs to be filled again, needs to be satisfied thoroughly, and one of us won’t be enough this time. Maybe one of us was never going to be enough for this wave.
“We’ll be careful,” Cole promises, already moving into position. His movements are controlled, but I can see the hard set of his jaw and the fine sheen of sweat on his temples, smell how close he is to losing it.
“Her hip,” I remind them, because someone needs to stay clearheaded. “Don’t put pressure on it.”
Malik nods, settling behind Sierra and helping her into position with gentle hands, the head of his cock lined up with her other entrance. She goes willingly, letting them arrange her body however they need.
It makes my chest tight. Makes something fierce and protective rise in me.
Cole settles in front of her, lifting one of her legs carefully to hook over his hip as Malik settles behind her.
“Ready?” Malik’s gaze locks with Cole’s, and there’s a question there. About whether they can do this without hurting her.
“Yeah,” Cole confirms, and his voice is steady even though his scent isn’t.
They push in together, slow and careful and synchronized. Sierra’s whole body goes rigid. Her mouth falls open on a silent gasp, her back arching, and for a second, I think it’s too much.
But then her scent spikes with pure relief, and I know it’s exactly what she needed.
“Fuck,” Malik groans, his forehead dropping to her shoulder. “She’s so tight. So perfect.”
“So good,” Cole agrees, his voice strained. His hands are gripping her hips, knuckles white with the effort of staying still. “Taking both of us so well, sweetheart.”
They start to move, finding a rhythm that has Sierra making these high, desperate sounds with every thrust. When Cole thrusts forward, Malik pulls back. When Malik pushes in, Cole pulls out. A constant push and pull that keeps Sierra filled and stimulated, never empty, never without one of them.
I settle beside them, and Sierra’s hand finds my wrist immediately.
Her grip is desperate, crushing, using me as an anchor while my pack brothers work her higher and higher.
Her nails dig into my palm, but I don’t care.
Don’t even feel it, really. Just holding on and letting her take what she needs.
“She’s close,” Malik pants after several minutes. His rhythm is starting to falter. “Can feel it. She’s squeezing so tight—”
“Knot her,” Dax commands from Sierra’s other side. His voice has that alpha rumble to it that makes all of us respond. “Give our omega what she needs.”
Our omega. The possessive pride in those words makes my rut surge.
Cole’s thrusts become erratic, his knot starting to swell. “Going to lock you up,” he tells Sierra breathlessly. “Going to fill you so full, sweetheart. So full, you’ll feel us for days.”
His knot pops inside, and Sierra screams, the sound raw as her orgasm crashes through her. Her whole body convulses, clenching around both of them so hard that Cole gasps, and it’s enough to send him over the edge too.
He comes with a roar, his knot swelling fully, locking them together while he spills inside her.
Behind Sierra, Malik is still moving, working her through it, chasing his own release, his thrusts becoming desperate and uncontrolled. A few more and he’s there too, spilling inside her with a groan that sounds almost pained.
Sierra is boneless between them, making these soft satisfied sounds, her scent thick with contentment, with satisfaction. But underneath it all, I can still smell heat. Fading, maybe, but not gone. Not yet.
Malik carefully pulls out, pressing a kiss to Sierra’s shoulder. “Be right back,” he murmurs.
He heads to the bathroom to clean up while the rest of us focus on Sierra. She’s wrecked in the best way. Skin flushed pink, lips swollen, eyes still glazed but peaceful now. Cole is locked inside her still, murmuring soft words I can’t quite hear, stroking her hair, holding her close.
When Malik returns a few minutes later, he’s cleaned up and ready. Sierra’s heat-glazed eyes track him immediately, and she makes a soft whimper in her throat.
She still needs more. One more time.
Cole’s knot deflates enough for him to carefully pull out, and Sierra makes a sound of loss that breaks my heart. But then Malik is there, settling over her, filling the emptiness before it can become distress.
This time it’s slower. Gentler. Malik takes his time, working her up with long, deep strokes that have Sierra trembling. Almost like her body knows this is the last time. That the peak is finally breaking, and this is the final wave.
When Malik’s knot locks inside her, Sierra makes this soft, satisfied sound that goes straight to my heart. Her eyes drift closed, her breathing evening out despite still being filled and knotted, and for the first time in two days, she looks truly peaceful.
She’s spent. Completely and thoroughly satisfied.
We surround her while they’re locked together. Touching her, soothing her, praising her. Creating a cocoon of safety and warmth and pack around our omega while she finally, finally gets the relief she’s been desperately seeking.
And then, as Malik’s knot finally releases and we’re all catching our breath, I smell it.
The change in Sierra’s scent.
The cherry syrup is still there, still sweet. The honeycomb still present, still rich. But that sharp, desperate edge is gone. Like someone flipped a switch and turned off the urgency, the need, the biological imperative that’s been driving her for two days.
The peak is breaking.
The realization hits all of us at once. I can see it in the way Cole’s shoulders tense, the way Dax’s jaw clenches, the way Malik’s arms tremble as he pulls her closer.
It’s breaking... This is it. The end of the peak. The end of the madness. The end of this bubble we’ve been living in, where nothing existed except taking care of Sierra and keeping her safe and giving her what she needed.
And none of us knows what comes next.