28. Caleb
Caleb
W atching Levi claim Sadie is both torture and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.
The way she responds to his gentle approach. How her scent blooms richer when his knot locks them together. The pure joy on her face when he bites down and creates their bond. It’s everything I want for her. Everything I want for us.
But it’s also making my own need nearly unbearable.
My cock has been hard since the moment she settled into the nest. Now, breathing in the thick scent of claiming and satisfaction, watching her wear Levi’s bite mark like a badge of honor, every alpha instinct I have is screaming to add my own claim to the collection.
“How do you feel?” he asks, as she wakes.
She doesn’t answer with words. Just a soft whimper as her heat, temporarily sated by one claiming, begins building again. I can smell it—the way her scent shifts from satisfaction back to need, the changes triggered by Levi’s bite calling to every unclaimed alpha in the room.
Her glazed eyes find mine across the nest. There’s want there, trust, but also that desperate edge returning as her biology demands completion. She’s been claimed by one alpha, but her heat won’t be fully satisfied until all of us have knotted her.
“Caleb,” she whimpers, my name barely coherent as heat steals her ability to form complete thoughts again. “Need... hurts...”
She can’t finish the sentence, just reaches for me with trembling fingers. The fresh bite mark on her throat is already healing, but I can smell how her body is preparing itself for more. More claiming. More knotting. More of what only an alpha can give her.
“I know you do,” I tell her, moving closer until I’m kneeling beside the nest. “I can smell how much you need it.”
Her scent carries renewed arousal mixed with the satisfaction of being partially claimed. The chemical cocktail is intoxicating, making my own need spike to painful levels. She tries to pull herself upright, to reach for me, but her movements are clumsy and uncoordinated.
“Please,” she gasps, the word broken and desperate. “Caleb, please, still empty. Still hurts.”
That single plea shatters whatever restraint I’ve been clinging to. She’s in distress again, my omega is hurting, and every fiber of my being demands I fix it immediately.
“How do you want me?” I ask, settling onto the mattress beside her, though I can already smell exactly what she needs. Her body is calling for more knot, more claiming, more of the biological completion that only multiple alphas can provide.
She can’t form a coherent answer. Just whimpers and tries to pull me closer, her heat-addled brain reduced to pure instinct and need. The trust in that gesture—the way she reaches for me even when she can barely think—hits me harder than any declaration could.
I lean down to kiss her, and she responds desperately. Hands fisting in my shirt with enough force to tear fabric. This kiss is nothing like our gentle encounters before. It’s raw need and biological desperation.
“Need you,” she gasps against my mouth, the words barely recognizable. “Inside. Need your knot.”
The desperation in her voice makes something possessive and protective unfurl in my chest. This is my omega in distress, and I’m the only one who can give her what she needs right now.
I strip quickly, my own need becoming impossible to ignore. When I settle between her spread thighs, her scent wraps around me like the most perfect invitation. Sweet honey and vanilla mixed with Levi’s cedar and the musk of partial satisfaction that still carries the edge of desperation.
“You smell incredible,” I tell her, running my hands up her thighs. “Like you need to be claimed again.”
“Yes,” she sobs, rolling her hips against my hands. “Please, Caleb, need it so much. Empty. So empty.”
I don’t waste time with extended foreplay. She’s already slick from her earlier climax with Levi and the fresh arousal building from her renewed heat. When my mouth finds her core, she’s wet and ready, tasting like honey and want and something that calls directly to my alpha nature.
“Oh god,” she cries when I work my tongue against her sensitive flesh. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I build her higher with focused intensity, but I can feel her impatience, the way her body is demanding more than gentle attention. When she’s trembling on the edge, I slide two fingers inside her slick heat and feel her body welcome the intrusion with desperate relief.
“More,” she begs, her hands fisting in my hair. “Please, need more, need everything.”
I give her what she’s asking for, working her toward climax with the same determination I bring to every goal that matters. When she finally comes apart on my tongue, her inner walls clenching around my fingers, the sound she makes is wild and desperate.
But even as the orgasm rocks through her, I can feel that it’s not enough. The deeper emptiness remains, the biological imperative that demands to be filled by knot and claiming. As the immediate pleasure fades, she starts whimpering again.
“Still hurts,” she sobs, reaching for me with shaking hands. “Please, Caleb, need your knot. Need you inside me.”
“I know,” I murmur, crawling up her body. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her abundant slick. She’s incredibly wet and open, her body more than prepared for what I’m about to give her.
“Ready?” I ask, though she’s already trying to pull me deeper.
She can’t form words anymore, just nods frantically and whimpers with need. When I push inside her, she’s tight and hot and absolutely perfect. Her body welcomes me eagerly, inner walls fluttering around my length as I sink deeper.
“Oh,” she breathes, and for a moment her voice sounds almost human again. “Yes, Caleb, so full.”
“Feel better?” I ask, holding myself still inside her.
“Better,” she whimpers, but I can feel the way she’s still trembling with need. “But need more. Need your knot. Please don’t stop.”
I start moving then, building a rhythm that has her gasping and clawing at my shoulders. My knot begins to swell almost immediately, responding to her heat scent and the biological imperative to claim her completely.
“Your knot,” she gasps, her eyes wide with desperate hunger as she feels me expanding inside her. “Getting bigger. Need it, Caleb, need it so much.”
“You’re going to get it,” I growl, feeling my control slip as her heat scent wraps around us. “Going to knot you so deep you’ll never feel empty again.”
When my knot fully inflates, locking us together, she arches beneath me with a scream of pure relief. The sensation pushes me over the edge. My release hits like lightning, my cock pulsing inside her as I fill her completely.
“Mine,” I growl against her throat, finding the perfect spot opposite Levi’s bite. “My omega. Mine to claim.”
“Yes,” she sobs, tilting her head to expose her throat in perfect submission. “Claim me, Caleb. Please, need your mark.”
I sink my teeth into her throat, feeling her skin break under the pressure. The taste of her blood on my tongue combined with her scream of pleasure triggers another wave of release. The claiming bite creates an immediate connection that joins the bond she already shares with Levi.
Through the new connection, I can feel Levi’s satisfaction mixing with her overwhelming relief as my knot gives her body what it was craving. The link between all three of us pulses with contentment and the deep satisfaction of proper pack bonding.
“Feel you,” she whispers, voice hoarse from screaming. Her hand touches both bite marks on her throat with wonder. “Both of you. In my head.”
“We’re pack now,” I murmur, pressing gentle kisses around my fresh mark. “Bonded forever.”
We stay locked together while my knot slowly subsides. Her body occasionally flutters around me as aftershocks ripple through her. The heat is easing again, but I can sense through our bond that it’s not completely gone. Won’t be until Reid completes what we started.
When my knot finally deflates enough to separate, we both whimper at the loss. Immediately, I gather her against my chest as a deep purr starts rumbling through me. The alpha response to caring for a freshly claimed omega.
“Tired,” she whispers against my throat, nuzzling into the vibrations of my purr.
“Rest if you can,” I tell her, though I know her heat won’t let her sleep deeply until Reid has his turn. “We’re here. You’re safe.”
Reid settles closer to the nest, his dark eyes taking in her exhausted but still needy state. “When you’re ready,” he says quietly, his voice strained with want. “I’ll finish what we started.”
As I hold her against my chest, feeling Levi’s presence on her other side through our bond, I know we’re close to completion. Two claiming bites mark her throat now.
But she’s right to feel incomplete. Her heat won’t fully break until Reid adds his mark to the collection and our pack bond includes all four of us.
Looking at the woman in my arms, wearing my bite mark alongside Levi’s, I know exactly how fortunate I am. This strong, brave omega who chose us, who trusted us enough to let us claim her properly.
Tomorrow we’ll be a complete pack. Tonight, we’re getting there one claiming at a time.