Chapter 5
FIVE
Devlin
I wake to the sharp sting of pain slicing through my body, and for a moment, I can’t remember where I am. The heat still clings to me, relentless and burning, making it hard to breathe. My chest feels tight, my skin flushed, and the moment I try to move, everything aches.
It’s happening again. Another spike.
My head spins with disorientation as I search around the room, realising I’m alone. My heart rate quickens as I sit up, pulling the covers around me in an attempt to soothe the sudden chill crawling over my skin. I bite my lip, trying to control the whimpers building in my throat, but it’s no use. The pain twists in my stomach, and I can’t hold it back.
“Please…” I gasp out, my voice thick with desperation. “Al-alpha…help.”
Clawing at the sheets, I notice a change in the texture and when I lift the soft cotton to my face, I smell leather, oak and bourbon. Lorcan. He left me one of his t-shirts so that I’d have his scent for comfort when I woke. The gesture is touching, and my omega preens, but my skin feels far too sensitive to actually wear it right now as another flash of pain surges.
I squeeze my eyes shut, but the waves of heat and pressure flood back in with no mercy, crashing over me like a wave. Burying my face into Lorcan’s shirt doesn’t even help; I feel like I’m drowning, burning from the inside out, and no matter how much I try to calm myself, nothing works. I’m completely powerless, alone, and it’s terrifying.
Then, the door opens.
I turn, expecting Lorcan, hoping, praying for him to come back and take away the unbearable ache. But instead, a figure steps inside, and I freeze.
It’s not Lorcan.
It’s…it’s Cathal.
I blink rapidly, disoriented. Reeling. So fucking confused. My mind is struggling to keep up with what’s happening. This must be a dream. I have to be dreaming. There’s no other explanation.
But then his voice breaks through the fog.
“Devlin,” a deep, steady, reassuring voice sounds, and I blink again, even more confused now. “It’s me. Not Cathal. It’s Tadhg. His brother…remember?”
I stare at him, my heart pounding in my chest as my thoughts spiral. Tadhg? Of course, I knew him – he was Cathal’s twin, the quiet one, always a little distant. I liked him too when we were younger, though we never had the chance to explore anything. Cathal liked to keep us separate, but I never understood why. The guilt of the past stings, but that doesn’t matter right now, does it?
His presence in the room throws me off balance. Why is he here? Why isn’t Lorcan with me?
I look up at him, still trying to process everything, my breath hitching when I realise how close to the bed he’s standing.
Then I smell it – crisp cedarwood, warm amber, and smoky vanilla. The scent is deep, rich, and intoxicating, and it hits me like a punch in the gut.
It’s him. It’s Tadhg .
The recognition comes crashing into me, leaving me breathless.
He’s my scent match.
Another scent match.
Mine.
I try to shake the dizziness, trying to make sense of it all. Tadhg, Cathal’s twin, the quiet one I always felt a strange connection to, now standing here, this powerful, alluring scent wrapping around me. But I don’t understand. What is he doing here? Why is he in the room with me?
I open my mouth to speak, but another wave of pain hits me like a ton of bricks and I whimper instead.
I flinch, gasping for air, my body arching against the bed. I don’t know how to get control over this. And I decide questions and answers can wait, right now there’s something I need more.
“Tadhg…please…” I beg, my voice trembling. “Please, help me.”
I feel my hands grip the sheets as the heat intensifies. It’s too much. I need help. I need someone . I need an alpha. Him.
Tadhg’s gaze darkens, his brow furrowing as he moves closer, kneeling at the side of the bed. “You’re in heat,” he states, his voice low and steady. “You’re going through a spike. I can help you, Devlin, if you want me to, but you need to trust me.”
I can’t think clearly. My chest heaves as I struggle to keep my composure, feeling both humiliated and desperate. Why can’t Lorcan be here? Why is Tadhg even offering to help me? Does he know he’s mine? That I’m his?
I try to push the thoughts away, but another spike rips through me. My eyes squeeze shut and my hands reach for him, grabbing hold of his arm in a way that feels both needy and foreign.
“I can’t…I can’t…” My words are little more than whimpers now. “Please. Tadhg, please .”
He doesn’t hesitate. His hand slides under my trembling fingers, cupping the back of my head gently, and I swear I feel him pulling me into a trance with that comforting touch. “I’ll help you through this. Just let me. I won’t hurt you.”
I inhale deeply, focusing on his scent, trying to ground myself as much as possible. But I’m dizzy, so dizzy from the heat. The pain pulses again, and I find myself needing him, wanting him. The only reason I can tell this is a spike and not the real thing is because I still have my wits about me. Just about.
I still want him to claim me. I want him to do something, anything to make this pain stop.
“I can’t think straight…” I say, my voice breaking.
“You don’t have to think, Devlin.” Tadhg’s hand on my shoulder is warm, his touch still grounding, despite everything that’s swirling around us. “You just have to let me help you.”
I don’t have the strength to fight. I nod, helpless, unable to stop the need from surging through me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice is whispering that this is a bad idea. that sleeping with my ex’s twin brother is not a smart move. But over that quiet whisper my omega is howling that we need him, that he’s ours, and that everything will work out fine.
“I trust you,” I say, my voice strained as another wave hits, stronger this time. Am I talking to Tadhg, or my omega? I don’t know. But I have to put my trust in someone right now.
Tadhg doesn’t say anything more. He leans in, his lips brushing my forehead before gently pushing the blankets away from me. He climbs onto the bed and pulls me into his arms, holding me firmly, offering no space between us, no escape from the glorious warmth of his body as his scent floods my senses once more.
His presence is a balm and a poison at the same time. I can feel his control in the way he holds me, steady and strong, his beautiful amber, vanilla, cedarwood scent flooding my senses, making it harder to breathe. My body aches, my skin burning with need, and yet the simple fact that he’s here – so close – gives me some semblance of comfort in the chaos.
He’s not Lorcan. That truth hits me like a cold slap. But he’s not just Tadhg either.
His touch, his scent – they’re doing something to me. Something primal. Something I can’t fight, even if I wanted to. Just his presence, his touch, is easing the ache inside me. There’s a rightness to being in his arms that I can’t deny.
“Breathe, Devlin,” Tadhg coaxes softly, his voice like honey, soothing yet with a raw edge. “Just breathe with me.”
Tadhg’s hands are steady as he holds me, his touch grounding me as the heat spikes again. The way he moves his fingers, gentle but insistent on the tops of my arms, makes me shudder. My body responds to him instinctively, and I hate how much I crave the release, how much I need it, but I can’t stop myself from leaning into his touch.
I just wish I could enjoy this clear-headed, instead of lost to the fog of pre-heat hormones.
“Just focus on me, Lucky Clover,” he coaxes, his voice low and commanding, a quiet promise in each word. I remember that he called me that once and I loved it, but Cathal had scowled and told him off, so he’d never uttered those words to me again.
Then his lips are soft on mine, kissing me with a tenderness that doesn’t match the intensity of what my body feels. His tongue gently teases against my lips, coaxing me to open for him.
I do. I give in, letting him deepen the kiss, my breath hitching with every movement of his hand as he skims lower. The world narrows to the feel of his touch, the heat in my veins, the pulse between my legs. His fingers move south with precision, stroking, pressing on my clit, and I can feel the tension building, coiling tighter inside me.
The kiss is soft, but there’s an urgency to it that matches the frantic need inside me. I can’t think straight. Everything in me wants more, needs more, but I’m still caught in the storm, caught in the heat.
This is Tadhg. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss him. If it would be the same as kissing Cathal.
It’s not. This kiss is…mind blowing. I’ll admit, I don’t know what Cathal’s kisses are like now, but they were nothing like this back when we were together. And I would never have guessed that his shy twin would kiss with such quiet command. There was hesitation at first, like he was still weighing the risk, but then—then?—
He takes over. Completely and utterly dominating me with his confidence. His fingers press just enough at my waist, anchoring me, claiming me. His lips are soft, coaxing, but beneath that gentleness is something deeper, something unshakable.
I expected careful. Tentative. But Tadhg kisses like he’s memorising me, like he’s always known exactly how to touch me but never let himself try—until now. And now that he has, he’s not holding back. It’s like he’s making up for lost time.
A shiver runs down my spine as his teeth graze my lower lip, teasing, testing, before his tongue sweeps in, hot and sure. He’s still quiet—he always was—but his kiss says everything.
This isn’t just a kiss. It’s a confession.
I gasp, my body arching slightly as I feel the pressure inside me peak. The whimper that escapes me is muffled against his lips, and I can’t stop it. It feels like the moment might break me apart, but Tadhg holds me together, guiding me through it, steadying me when I think I might lose control. All the while his deft fingers strum my clit until I’m nearly feral with need.
As the wave of pleasure crashes over me, my body trembles, and I can hear my own breath coming in ragged bursts. My skin feels raw, like I’m too sensitive, too aware of every inch of him. And even though it was all too much just a moment ago, I know I could easily fall apart again.
Tadhg pulls back slightly, looking down at me with a gaze so intense I almost can’t hold it. His lips are swollen from our kiss, and his breath is heavier than usual, but he doesn’t speak right away.
“You’re all right, Clover. Keep breathing…good girl,” he breathes, his voice still low, coaxing me through the aftermath of the heat. His thumb brushes over my jaw, and I feel the weight of his touch, the unspoken promise of more.
I don’t know what to say. My chest rises and falls, the remnants of the heat still pulsing inside me. But for now, the worst of it has passed, and I feel myself sinking back into the mattress, exhausted but still aware of every shift in the air, every whisper of his presence around me.
Tadhg’s gaze doesn’t leave mine as he adjusts himself above me, his body still close enough to make my skin prickle. The world feels muted, like we’re the only two left in it, and everything outside of this moment is a distant memory.
His hand, still warm and steady, travels down the side of my body, fingers grazing the curve of my hip. It’s possessive, but there’s care there too, like he’s trying to remind me that I’m safe within this storm of feeling.
“You’re so damn beautiful when you come undone,” he mutters, his voice rough but soft, as if the words are meant only for me. His thumb traces the edge of my collarbone, and I can’t help the shiver that runs through me.
I want to respond, but my throat feels tight, my words lost in the tangled mess of everything I’ve just felt. Instead, I reach up, my fingers brushing the stubble of his jaw, feeling the sharp line of it under my touch, the warmth of his skin.
He leans into the touch, his lips brushing against my palm, his clear blue eyes never leaving mine. His breath hitches, like he’s fighting the same wave of intensity that’s still rolling inside me.
“I thought I might break you,” he admits quietly, his voice dark with desire, yet there’s a trace of something else too – something that sounds almost...relieved? As though he needs this too. Needs me.
I swallow hard, my body still trembling beneath his. The coil in my chest that had tightened, threatening to choke me, is loosening, and yet I feel another kind of tension building. The kind that doesn’t want to be broken, that doesn’t want this moment to end.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, the words slipping out before I can stop them. I don’t know why I say it – maybe it’s the desperation that’s still so raw inside me, or the way his touch makes everything else fade away – but I need to feel it again. The way he makes me feel like I’m both whole and completely lost at once. “I’m not a delicate, breakable little omega. I can handle you…alpha.”
Tadhg’s eyes darken, his lips curling into a slow, predatory smile, the kind of smile that makes everything inside me tighten again, ready for whatever comes next.
“I’ll give you what you need, Clover,” he purrs, voice full of promise and something darker. “But first…you’re going to show me just how much you want it.”
He stills for a moment, but the air between us thickens with something unspoken. He’s watching me closely, his gaze sharpening, like he’s trying to read every flicker of hesitation in my eyes. But there’s none. Not anymore.
“I’ve never seen you like this before,” he says, voice low, a slight edge to it. The intensity in his eyes flares, something dark, something commanding. “Always so sweet, so controlled.” He pauses, running his thumb over my skin, sending sparks of electricity through my body. “But now? Now you’re letting go. And I want to see just how far you’ll let me take you.”
I bite down on my lip, feeling the fire inside me stir, igniting with every word he speaks. His voice is a weapon, his presence a force I can’t seem to escape – nor do I want to. He’s right. I’ve always kept a part of myself locked away, but tonight, everything inside me is unraveling. And it’s all because of him. Because of both of them.
Two scent matches. It’s mind blowing.
Tadhg leans in, his lips brushing my ear as his breath spills against my skin. “Tell me, Cloverheart,” he croons, a dangerous softness to his words. “Are you going to beg for it? Or will you let me take what’s mine?”
His words hang in the air, making my chest tighten and my pulse race. A flush spreads over my skin, and I try to steady my breath, but it’s no use. The hunger in me is primal now, consuming. I can feel my body responding, aching for him to push me further.
I don’t answer right away. Instead, I meet his gaze, my lips parting with a breathless laugh, the edges of it tinged with anticipation and something new. Something raw.
“I’ve never begged for anything in my life,” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of defiance and need. We both know I’m not above begging.
Tadhg’s eyes flash, and in that instant, I can see the change in him. The tension in his body becomes more defined, more deliberate. The smirk on his lips grows, and he leans closer, the heat of his breath searing my skin.
Who is this man?
Gone is the shy, slightly geeky brother of my confident, outgoing, fiery ex. In his place is a quietly assertive man who knows exactly what he wants. And my omega is thrilled. She wants to climb onto all fours to present for her alpha, and let him do whatever he wants to us.
“You will tonight, Clover,” he promises, his voice barely a growl. His hand moves again, his fingers brushing lower, testing, teasing, and I feel the sharp edge of desire rip through me. He’s demanding, yes, but he’s also gentle in his own way. His touch is confident, assured, like he knows exactly what I need before I even do.
The power in his presence makes everything else fade into the background. My body trembles in anticipation, every inch of me aching for him, for more of whatever this is. I want to lose myself in him. Want him to make me forget everything, to claim me in a way that’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
“You’re mine tonight,” Tadhg purrs, the words low, commanding. “You’ve got no choice now.”
His fingers press against me, and I gasp, my back arching into him instinctively. The pressure builds again, quicker this time, hotter, sharper. My hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping him, desperate to ground myself in the overwhelming sensation of him.
“Tadhg…” I breathe, but there’s a plea hidden beneath the urgency. My body’s practically trembling with need, and the way he’s looking at me, the way he’s commanding me, only adds fuel to the fire inside.
“Say it,” he urges, his voice thick with a demand that leaves no room for hesitation. “Beg for it, little omega. Tell me how badly you want me. Crave me. Need me.”
His words hang in the air, heavy with intent. I can feel the power shift again, his dominance making my bones turn to jelly, my heart pounding. But I’m not scared. I want this. I want him. More than I ever thought I could.
With my breath coming in shallow bursts, I give in. “Please,” I whisper, my voice trembling, raw with need. “I need you. I need you , Tadhg.”
He doesn’t wait for more. His lips crash against mine, fierce and demanding, as if he’s been holding back too. His hands move quickly, urgently, pushing me past the point of no return. And for the first – or maybe technically the second – time in my life, I’m not holding back. I’m letting go, letting him take me exactly where he wants, surrendering to the pull between us. Just like I did with Lorcan. Every touch, every whisper of his touch against my skin, leaves me desperate for more.
I feel myself unraveling, my pulse thundering in my ears as the pressure builds inside me – each breath I take is shaky and uneven. My body betrays me, spiraling closer to the edge, until I finally shatter, another orgasm wracking through me, leaving me trembling, soaked in need. But I want more, I need more of him, his touch, his presence.
“Knot, alpha,” I whimper, my voice thick with lust, a desperate plea for something I can’t deny anymore.
He pulls back, his eyes dark with hunger. “You want my knot, Lucky Clover?” His voice is rough, filled with a mixture of amusement and something far more primal. My heart races in response to the challenge in his words, and I nod eagerly, the ache between my legs unbearable. “Then work for it,” he demands, his smirk turning feral as he kneels over me.
I can feel the weight of him, the promise of what’s to come. His hard cock presses against the fabric of his trousers, straining, a clear sign of just how much he wants this. And my mouth waters at the thought of what’s hidden underneath. The need to taste him, to feel him, is overwhelming.
Does he taste as good as he smells?
God, I hope so.
Every nerve in my body is on fire, the heat between us scorching. His scent is intoxicating, a heady mix of his cedarwood and amber, and the smoky vanilla that’s so distinctly him – deep and commanding but still a little bit sweet. I can’t resist anymore. I want him, all of him, in every way he’ll give me.
He hovers above me, stripping off every item of clothing, the air between us crackling with unspoken need. I can see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between control and the raw hunger that’s been simmering beneath the surface. His breaths come in harsh, uneven gasps, matching mine as the intensity of the moment consumes us both.
I lift my trembling hands, to touch him, my fingers brushing the hard lines of his chest, tracing the edges of his roughened jaw. The contact sends a jolt of electricity through me. He’s solid, real, and every inch of him pulls at me in ways I can’t even comprehend. He’s so close, yet so far. The distance between us feels unbearable.
“Please,” I beg again, my voice barely a breath. “I can’t wait. I need to taste you, Tadhg...now.”
He leans down, his lips hovering over mine, his scent enveloping me, intoxicating. There’s a moment where we’re both frozen, both caught in the anticipation, the weight of what’s coming next pressing down on us like a promise. And then his lips crash against mine again, this time with a fierceness that takes my breath away. It doesn’t matter that he’s made me come twice already, everything in me is screaming for more.
His hands are everywhere, urgent but gentle, as if he’s savouring every inch of my skin. Every touch, every caress feels like a spark, lighting me up from the inside out. My body arches towards him, seeking more, desperate to feel every part of him.
He pulls back, his eyes dark with desire, and his gaze locks onto mine. “You’re mine, Clover,” he growls, his voice low and possessive, sending a wave of heat through me. “And I’m not going to stop until you’ve taken all of me too.”
His words are a promise, one that I can’t deny, one that I don’t want to. Every part of me, every inch of my body, craves him.
I slip from the bed and sink to my knees, staring up at him through my long lashes, waiting for…something. Permission? Him to take control? I don’t know, but when he squeezes the base of his cock – huge, throbbing and freaking pierced – I eagerly open wide.
My tongue darts out and flavour explodes on my tongue: the vanilla coming through strong and making my mouth water even more. I greedily lap at the tip, my tongue teasing his slit and the silver metal bar, until he’s threading his fingers into my hair and pulling me closer.
“Every inch of you is mine, which means every inch of me needs to be yours, Clover.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I let my jaw hang open, flatten my tongue, and take him fully into my mouth. He’s so big my jaw instantly aches, but the groan of pleasure he gives makes the discomfort worth it.
I can feel the tension building in the air, thick and suffocating, as I begin to take him deeper, my throat constricting as I swallow around him. His fingers tighten in my hair, holding me steady as I move with him, each slow thrust pushing me to the edge of something I can’t quite grasp. The pain of him stretching me wide, mixing with the pleasure of his every movement, sends a tremor of excitement racing through me. His piercing rubs the roof of my mouth, hitting the back with force. A gush of slick pools between my thighs, dripping onto the carpet beneath me, and my perfume fills the room.
His voice is low, but it feels like it’s vibrating through me. “That’s it, Clover. Take it all, omega. Let me feel you submit. Good girl. So fucking good for me. Look at how well you take your alpha.”
I moan around him, the sound muffled by the weight of him in my mouth, but it only seems to spur him on. The rhythm between us is raw, primal, as I meet each of his thrusts with eager surrender, my hands clutching at his thighs for leverage. I want to give him everything, every part of myself, because somehow I know it’s what he craves, what he needs.
His grip on my hair tightens again, pulling me just a little further, forcing me to take even more of him. A sharp breath escapes me, but I don’t pull away. I couldn’t. Not when he’s like this. Not when everything inside me is burning with the need to please him, to show him just how much I want this, how much I need him.
And it’s not just my omega wanting that.
He lets out a rough groan, his hips jerking forward as he moves deeper, harder. “Good girl, Clover. Such a good fucking omega for me. Mine. ”
The words send a shockwave through my bones, and I can’t help the rush of heat that floods me. The ache between my legs grows unbearable, and I fight the urge to reach for myself, to take some of the edge off, but I don’t. Not until he gives me permission.
His eyes are dark with desire, staring down at me like I’m his to do with as
he pleases. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
A fresh wave of heat builds between my legs. My scent is thickening in the air, sweet and heady, a mix of his vanilla and my caramel apple desire that clings to everything. I can feel it, slick and wet, trailing down my thighs in a way I can’t ignore. Every movement I make sends ripples of need through me, and I’m desperate, aching to give him everything.
I push myself further down on him, swallowing around his thick length, my throat tight and eager to please. The stretch burns, but the burn is nothing compared to the fire building deep inside me. I crave the knot he’s promised me, my body trembling with anticipation, my every nerve begging for release. I need him to finish this, to claim me completely.
He pulls me closer, and my hands find his thighs, gripping them with desperate need. I’m falling into the rhythm of him, my mouth moving in time with his thrusts, the taste of him driving me to the edge of madness. The slickness between my legs is uncontrollable now, every inch of my skin screaming for more, my pussy aching with the need to be filled, to be marked as his.
“Please,” I gasp, the word tumbling from my lips before I can stop it, between thrusts. Begging suddenly feels more important than breathing. My voice is shaky, needy, and I can’t hold back the desperation that fills me. I want to be the perfect little thing for him, to earn the knot that’s waiting for me, to be consumed by him in the way he’s promised.
He groans, and I feel the vibrations shudder through his chest, his hands tightening around my hair, pulling me back slightly so I can catch my breath, but I can’t stop. I want to keep going. I need to make him lose control.
“You’re so fucking perfect for me, Clover,” he mutters, his voice rough. “I can feel how much you want it. You’re mine, and I’m going to give you exactly what you’ve been begging for.”
I moan, the sound low and needy, and I move again, more urgently this time. My hips shift, my pussy drenched, and I feel the slickness drip down my thighs, the sensation only adding to the heat pooling in my core. I know I’m close, my body trembling on the edge of breaking, but I need him to take me, to claim me, to give me what I’ve been begging for.
I can’t hold back anymore. I need him. I need everything from him. I snatch one final breath and then push him all the way to the back of my throat, and swallow. He grabs my face and holds me in place as his dick pulses and jerks, once, twice, three times. And with a shout he comes, spilling his cum down my throat in what feels like a never ending stream.
All I can do is take it, snatching breaths through my nose until he pulls back enough for me to swallow. There was too much cum and some leaks out of the corner of my mouth, but Tadhg gently swipes it away with his finger before pushing his thick digit into my mouth for me to suck clean.
Once I’m done, I do the same with his cock, impressed that he’s still hard and the base of his knot has started to swell.
“Alpha…knot…please…” I beg, tears streaming down my cheeks from the force of his orgasm and my own need.
“As if I could deny you anything after that, Cloverheart. You were fucking phenomenal. Now on the bed…that’s it, good girl. Present for your alpha.” The final four words are said in a growl that has my omega singing .
I scramble onto the bed, my body slick with sweat, trembling from the overwhelming sensations. My legs shake, but I push them apart, arching my back to present myself to him on all fours. I’m nothing but need, aching for him, desperate to feel the weight of his claim.
I glance back at him over my shoulder, watching as Tadhg steps closer, his eyes dark with hunger, studying me like a predator eyeing his prey. His fingers brush the curve of my spine, sending a shiver down my body. “You want this, don’t you, Clover?” he growls, his voice thick with possession.
“Yes, please…please, Tadhg. Take me.” The desperation in my tone is unmistakable. My body quivers, the scent of my arousal heavy in the air. The heat between my legs burns, and I can barely breathe through the need building inside me.
He steps forward, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. His cock presses against my slick folds, teasing but not entering. He holds himself just there, the head of his cock brushing against me, and I gasp, my hips jerking, wanting him so badly it almost hurts. “Begging like that…” He groans, the sound low and guttural. “You make it impossible to resist.”
I whimper, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “Alpha…please…please, knot me. I need you inside me.”
“Good girl,” he croons, and in one swift motion, he thrusts into me, his cock filling me completely.
The stretch is exquisite, almost too much, but I welcome it, my body craving every inch of him as I cry out. His knot presses against my entrance, and I wail in pure need, my hips rolling, trying to encourage him to finish what he’s started.
“Mine,” Tadhg growls, his hands gripping me tighter as he begins to move, slow at first, but the pace quickly increases. “You’re mine, Lucky Clover, all mine. I’ll mark you so everyone knows who you belong to.”
“Yes, alpha! Bite!”
He doesn’t respond to my plea but I’m hopeful he’s just biding his time.
My whole body trembles, his claiming words sending waves of heat flooding through me. The friction is too much, too perfect, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips as he fucks me harder. The pressure builds in my core, an explosion just waiting to happen.
“Alpha...Tadhg…I’m close,” I whimper, my fingers digging into the bed as I feel the tension in my body snap. “Please…please, make me come…please.”
“Good girl,” he grunts, picking up his pace, the force of his thrusts making the bed creak beneath us. “I’m going to fill you, Cloverheart. You’re going to take it all.”
Just as I’m about to lose control, a door slams open, the sound of it catching my attention just before the pressure in my core snaps.
“Shit…” Tadhg growls, and his thrusts falter, but Lorcan’s voice cuts through the tension.
“I see you’ve started without me,” Lorcan says, dark amusement lacing his tone.
My gaze snaps to the now-open door, where Lorcan is standing, rapidly removing his suit.
Before I can process what’s happening, Lorcan strides across the room and his hands are on my body, pulling me away from Tadhg. Tadhg growls, but his hands stay firmly on my hips, holding me in place.
“We’ll share, then,” Lorcan chuckles. “She needs both of us anyway.”
I swear my omega swoons.
I’m trembling, the need overwhelming me as Lorcan moves in, standing right beside the bed, his hands gripping my face to tilt my head back, his lips crashing against mine. His kiss is fierce, possessive, like he’s claiming me as much as Tadhg already has.
He must be able to taste Tadhg on my lips, but he doesn’t complain at all. If anything, he seems to kiss me more fervently.
Lorcan’s hands slide down my body, squeezing my breasts before trailing lower, teasing at my pussy, his fingers brushing over my clit before he shoves them inside with a sharp thrust of his own, right alongside Tadhg’s cock. I gasp, my body stretching again, the intense fullness of both alphas making me dizzy with need.
“Such a good girl, Red,” Lorcan praises against my ear, his voice low and rough. “You’ve been begging for this, haven’t you? Both of us, filling you, claiming you completely. Bet you wish it was two cocks though.”
Tadhg leans over me, his hand sliding down my back, fingers digging into my skin. “Yes, you’ve been begging for it, Clover. Don’t hold back now. Take everything we give you.”
The sounds of our bodies colliding, wet and desperate, fill the room. Tadhg leans down, his mouth finding my neck, biting gently, claiming me but not in the way I want. The way I need .
Lorcan picks up his pace, thrusting in time with Tadhg, their rhythm perfectly synchronised while he sucks and bites on my nipples to the point of exquisite pain.
I’m overwhelmed, the pleasure building in waves, drowning me as their words and touches push me closer to the edge.
“Please, I’m going to…I’m going to come…” I whimper, my breath ragged, my body shaking between them.
“That’s it, Red,” Lorcan growls. “Let go. We’ve got you. You’re ours.”
And I do. I come hard, my whole body locking up, trembling violently as both of them push deeper, faster, claiming me with every thrust.
Lorcan’s groan follows shortly, his release hitting my back in searing-hot ropes of cum. Tadhg follows quickly after, his knot swelling inside me forcing Lorcan’s fingers out, locking us together. His hands tighten around my hips as he presses into me, his fingers digging in, holding me in place while we all ride out our release together.
The room falls into silence, the only sound the heavy breathing of the three of us as we collapse onto the bed, tangled in each other’s limbs and absolutely drenched in sweat, cum and slick.
The room smells divine though, a symphony of our scents mingling in perfect meant-to-be harmony.
“Good girl,” Tadhg says, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You did so well, Clover.”
“Perfect, just perfect, Red,” Lorcan agrees, brushing my hair from my face as he leans down to kiss my cheek. “You’re ours, and we’ll take care of you.”
I’m trembling between them, my body still reeling from the overwhelming pleasure, but something inside me is awakening – something darker, deeper. I want more. I need more.
“Please,” I breathe, my voice raw, desperate. “I want…I need your bite. I need to be yours in every way. Mark me, make me yours completely.”
Tadhg’s grip tightens on my hips, but his gaze flickers to Lorcan. Neither of them say anything at first, and the silence stretches out between us like a taut string, winding tighter and tighter until it’s almost unbearable.
“What do you mean?” Lorcan asks, his voice rough but cautious, his brow furrowing. “You want us to mark you, but…Red, you know what that means. What you’re asking for?”
I look up at them, my eyes clear, steady, showing them exactly what I know, what I feel deep in my bones. “I know. I want to be yours, both of you. I’m yours already, aren’t I? The details don’t matter to me…I just need to be yours in every way.”
The air between us crackles, their gazes flicking between each other, confusion and hesitation in their eyes.
“Clover…” Tadhg says, his voice low, as if he’s struggling to find the right words. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. We can’t…we can’t mark you like that. It’s not something you take lightly. A bond is permanent.”
“But I do know.” My voice is firm now, pleading. I’m desperate for them to see the truth. “Please. A scent match is permanent too. Please, take me. Bond me. Make me yours in every way. I don’t care about anything else. I just want to be yours.”
Lorcan lets out a frustrated growl, his hands coming to rest on my shoulders, his fingers digging in gently but firmly, as though grounding himself. “There’s something you need to know first, Red. Something you need to understand, before we can do what you’re asking.”
“What?” I gasp, my heart pounding in my chest. I don’t care what it is. I just want them.
His gaze darkens, the flicker of something unreadable passing between them. Tadhg’s hand brushes over my skin, his touch soft but distant. “Cathal is pack, Clover,” he says, his words like a stone dropped in a quiet pond. “He’s one of us…and he’s pack lead.”
I freeze, the words hanging in the air like a heavy weight. My breath catches in my throat, and for a moment, I don’t know how to respond. The shock hits me, but a part of me – something deep inside – knows they’re telling the truth.
“What does that mean?” I ask quietly.
Lorcan looks at me, his eyes filled with an intensity that makes my stomach flip. “It means you’re probably his scent match too. There’s no guarantee of course, but with us all being pack, and with them being twins, you know how likely it is. Which means you’d be bound to him, too. You can’t just…choose us without understanding that. You need to know what it means for you, for all of us.”
I’m reeling. Fuck.
Maybe I knew it. Maybe. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. A lifetime of wishing and hoping and dreaming.
Or maybe it was just meant to be. Always meant to be. And my intuition, even before my omega emerged, always knew it.
I stare at them, my mind racing, but my body still aching for them, for their bite, for their claim. Maybe even for Cathal’s too, despite everything.
But the words hang in the air, the tension thick between us. I don’t know what this means, but I know one thing: I’m not going to walk away from them. Not now. Not after everything.
But it’s just my luck to finally find my perfect scent matches only for fate to decide there’s no way in hell that I can keep them. Because letting Cathal back into my life, back into the heart which he so cruelly and carelessly shattered, is not an option.