Chapter 65
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sixty-five
I have a feeling we all need to get used to Spencer smiling.
The expression of pure, pride-filled happiness hasn’t left his face since Serena burrowed into his neck. He lies on his back, petting her hair while he murmurs to her.
Like this, she’s fully spread on top of him, with his knot lodged inside, and her legs spread wide around his thighs so we can all see.
Tristan feels whatever is going on between them and grins. Avery tries to hide it, but fails, smiling to himself as he reaches over and lazily tosses a rag to me .
I’m covered in our omega’s slick and my own cum, having spilled twice already—once from watching her bond with Avery, and again right after I pulled out of her plush, tight ass.
Now, I feel my knot and balls fill again, just from admiring this insane view.
Most alphas would probably be feral at this point. Or at least jealous as fuck.
But my manamea must know me better than I know myself, because I’m not. In fact, I suspect her Omega picked me last on purpose, knowing I’d want to be the one to do her aftercare.
And I’m… honored .
To be chosen by her at all, but also, to be trusted to catch her at the end of all this.
I always want to catch her. Be her safe space, her soft place to land. The arms that hold her when she’s sad or scared. The reassuring voice in her head when she doubts herself. The one who teaches her heart what unconditional love feels like.
God, she’s so tired.
I can feel it in the lines of her body as Spencer’s knot releases and slips free. They deflate more quickly during omegas’ heats to allow us to fill them as many times as they need.
I’m grateful for that now.
Our omega needs to rest.
I mutter my assessment to Tristan and Avery, but Ave snorts. “Uh, yeah, try telling her that.”
Tris chuckles, looking me in the eye. “Serena very specifically saved you for last.”
“Like dessert,” Avery chips.
Spencer’s voice is more languid than I’ve ever heard it. “No,” he puts in. “Everything she’s done makes perfect sense. She bit Tristan without warning or permission so they would be even and he wouldn’t feel guilty anymore. She took Avery first because she knew he wouldn’t be able to wait.”
He pauses, scent-marking her forehead and grazing it with his lips. “She put me in the middle in case I needed help. And she wanted Jonah last because she knew holding her after would mean the most to him.”
Spence gives a hearty nod, as if he’s confirmed something he always suspected. “She’s a genius.”
Avery reaches over to flick her foot. “An evil genius, maybe.”
“Beautiful, evil genius,” Tristan agrees.
My heart cracks when I see the small smile curving her lips. Even in the thick of her haze, she can understand them because of their bonds.
The air in the nest suddenly shifts as all three of them stiffen. Purrs break out. Serena whines, the sound small and pitifully exhausted.
Tristan’s voice drops. “She’s having more cramps.”
Avery’s eyes glow with restless worry. “Needs another knot. You ready, big man?”
I surge up to my knees, holding my arms open.
“Shh, darling,” Spencer whispers into her hair, sitting them both up. “I know it hurts. But your big alpha is waiting for you. Remember how huge his knot gets? That will feel so good inside you, hmm?”
My best friend hands me our omega, laying her in my outstretched arms bridal-style. Her head lolls back as her eyes search sightlessly for mine. I balance her in the crook of one arm so I can touch her cheek with my free hand.
“I’m right here, manamea ,” I murmur, bending to brush my lips over hers. “How’s my girl?”
The vulnerability and pain in her eyes tear me in two. She tries to speak, but only manages a little moan.
“Okay, sweetheart,” I hush. “Let’s fix that for you. I’m going to fill this sweet pussy with my knot. You just relax and let me make you feel good.”
She stares into my eyes with her blown-out pupils, the look in them unfathomable. When Tristan explains, he sounds hoarse. “She’ s… grateful , Jonah. That’s what she feels when she looks at you. Gratitude .”
My throat tightens while I absorb that, running my eyes over her face. Needing to remember every second of this.
“I’m grateful, too,” I tell her, nuzzling my temple into hers. “You’re my dream, omega. I love you so goddamn much.”
She whimpers, fighting her exhaustion to try to stretch up and kiss me. I help her straddle my lap, holding most of her weight with my hands balanced under her perfect ass.
There’s so much slick pouring out of her, there’s no need to work my cock into her slowly. She takes the whole thing in a single glide, leaving me panting as I hit the end of her snug heat and feel her pussy lips suck at my knot.
It’s tempting to work her up and down my length, taking time to feel the way she grips me. But she needs me right now. And that will always be the most important thing.
Circling my hips, I press my knot past the entrance of her pussy. Her slick heat tugs at the swell, instantly doubling my girth until she mewls.
A growly purr revs in my chest, and she throws her limp body into it, clasping her arms around my torso with what little strength she has left. I stroke my fingers into her hair with one hand and use the other to work her around my knot, letting her feel the way it fills her.
We don’t last long before we’re both gasping and grasping at each other. She comes with a soft cry that pierces my heart. I hold myself stiff inside of her, letting her body use mine to soothe her pain.
There’s one spot left on her throat, right above Avery’s bite, opposite Spencer’s. I take it between my teeth while she’s still coming, knowing the bite will help extend her pleasure.
The second I break her skin, I feel myself lose control. Some distant part of my mind registers that she’s biting me, too. Simultaneously taking my bond and giving me hers. So that one moment, one blink later? —
She’s there.
She’s here .
A glowing tether stretches between our centers. Filling me with contentment. Giving my life a whole new purpose.
Her. This. Us .
And I know I’ll never need anything else.