Chapter 50
Cole
I ’m going to break . I’m already in the nest, kneeling so close I could reach out and touch her. I could press my hand to the center of Rowan’s slick-dripping heat and slide right into heaven. But I don’t. I stay perfectly still.
Because if I move right now, I’ll take her too hard. I’ll knot her too deep. I’ll let go of every thread of control I’ve spent the last two hours clutching with bloody hands. Being an Ultra Alpha isn’t just about strength. It’s about intensity. Hunger. Power. Everything hits harder. Our ruts burn hotter, last longer, and when we bond, it brands. It doesn’t fade.
I can’t half-mark. I don’t do soft. If I give in now, I won’t stop until she’s crying with pleasure and knotted so deep she won't walk straight for days. And gods help me, I want that. I want her. But not like this. Not unless she asks.
She’s in Sébastien’s lap, her thighs spread wide and glistening, her body milking him with slow, perfect rhythm. Her mouth is on Laurent’s, or it was, until he disappeared between her legs again, licking and sucking her clit while his hand rolls Séb’s balls in his palm like he owns them.
The scent in the room is ungodly. Rowan’s peaches and molten honey. Séb’s storm-soaked wild sweetness. Laurent’s dark chocolate and bourbon, now thickened to smoke and fire. It’s layered over Rowan’s slick, which pours down her thighs and soaks the nest beneath her, sweet and ripe and so fucking Omega it hurts. Mixed with Massimo’s leather, amber and spiced citrus. It mixes with my own tobacco and cinnamon.
The heady mixture is enough to send a lesser man into rut, but I’m hanging on. For now. If even by a thread. I can’t stop scenting her. Them. My whole pack. My mouth waters and my cock throbs. My teeth ache behind my clenched jaws, the pressure to mark and claim so sharp it borders on pain.
My rut’s not just close. It’s right there, prowling under my skin, clawing to get out. I can feel it in my bones, in the sharp twist of my gut, in the way I’ve been grinding my jaw for the past ten minutes trying not to make a sound.
And still, I don’t move. Or I don’t mean to. But Sébastien lets out this sound, part gasp and part whimper, as Rowan rolls her hips and rides him down again. It hits me like a freight train. His scent spikes, wild honey and ozone, molten with need. He is in heat too, lit up and trembling, skin flushed, fingers digging into her hips like they are the only things tethering him to reality.
I lurch forward before I realize I have made a choice. Because two Omegas in heat are too much. Too much scent, need, and too much of what is mine. I press in behind Rowan and Sébastien, bracketing them with my body. My hands find Séb’s jaw and tilt his head back for a kiss. He gasps into my mouth, and I swallow it without hesitation. He tastes like rain and slick and Rowan. He tastes like pack.
“I’ve got you,” I say against his lips, voice rough and unsteady. “I’ve got both of you.”
And then Laurent moans. The sound is low and deep, pulled from his chest by Massimo’s mouth. I glance over in time to see Mass grip him by his curls and kiss him, slow and dirty. One hand clutches Laurent’s ass, the other anchors him close, holding him like something precious and wild. That is what breaks me.
I push Rowan forward just enough to lean over Sébastien and kiss her. She whines into my mouth, slick blooming again, scent exploding around us in a wave of peach-sweet heat. My hands roam across both their bodies, greedy and reverent, needing to claim every inch of them.
My rut has arrived. And I am done pretending I can wait. My hand slides down Sébastien’s chest, slick with sweat and tension, until I reach Rowan’s thigh. She shudders at my touch, thighs spreading wider, welcoming me in without a single word. She doesn’t need to say anything. Her body is begging. Open. Ready. Soaked in slick and flushed pink where she’s stretched around Séb’s cock.
I push her forward gently, guiding her to lean over Séb while I take position behind him. He groans, long and low, like the sound’s been dragged out of his lungs. His hips twitch and I feel the heat of Rowan’s slick all over him. All over me.
My cock throbs, heavy and aching. My knot is already beginning to swell, thickening with every heartbeat. I drag the blunt head through the mess between their bodies and both of them gasp. Séb’s back arches. Rowan’s moan goes breathless.
“Please,” Séb whispers, voice wrecked and full of want. “Cole... please.”
That’s all I need. I line myself up with Séb’s entrance and press in, slow and steady, savoring every inch of that hot, velvet heat. He cries out, high and broken, clinging to Rowan as I sink deeper. When I bottom out, we all pause. The three of us connected, panting, trembling, slick-slick-slick between us like a flood.
My knot pulses at the base, already thick, already demanding. And I’m going to give them everything. His tight heat feels amazing. My eyes roll back in my head once I’m fully seated. I have to pause before I move so I can get myself under control and not rut him like a mindless animal.
I’m barely holding on. Their combined moans, scents and slick have my Ultra riding me hard to mark them with every second that passes.
“Knot, Alpha,” Sébastian whines.
“Patience, sweet boy. You’re Alpha is not a small man and neither is my knot.”
I use all the restraint I have to slowly work my knot into Séb’s tight ass. His moans combined with Rowan’s are almost my undoing. As soon as I’m fully locked into place Séb comes with a screaming moan which pushes Rowan over the edge.
Rowan surprises me by slipping out from under Séb and coming to me. She kisses me with a passion I’ve never felt between us before.
Apparently, the idea of her Alpha’s being with her Omega does it for her. She’s panting in between kisses, and her perfume overwhelms the rest of ours right now.
“Knot,” she whimpers.
“I’ve got you, sweet girl.” Laurent moans from his position.