Seventy-Five
SEVENTY-FIVE
Mia
WHEN I WOKE UP THE next time, I had become six people.
All the barriers had dropped. The new parts of me blended together seamlessly, and I knew as easily as breathing that each of us was experiencing that same coming together. I was now a part of Byron... of Luca... of Nat... of Emiel... of Zalen, just like they were now parts of me.
We were united in one overwhelming need—to join our bodies as closely as our minds. To feel the pleasure from six bodies become one. A single writhing, pulsing mass of ecstasy.
Luca’s lust was mine, and mine was his. The others’ immediate reactions of desire originated from inside myself just as much as from outside.
But I was so tired .
The arms that had been holding me rearranged me on my back among the nest’s soft cushions as though I was a posable doll. I didn’t have to lift a finger—within moments, Emiel was propped on my right side, suckling on a nipple as his blunt fingers felt their way around my pussy and pushed inside.
Nat mirrored him on my other side. His thumb feathered over my clit for a while, then his fingers dipped in next to Emiel’s to gather my slick. The extra stretch felt amazing, but it was nothing compared to the electric jolts as he abandoned my pussy in favor of working his way into my ass.
God .
I could feel their fingers sliding past each other, in and out, separated by the thinnest and most sensitive wall of flesh.
I relaxed impossibly further, hot sparks singing along my nerves.
Inside my mind, Luca’s drugged pleasure as Byron and Zalen subjected him to the same treatment twined together with my own body’s reaction. I felt the deep drawing sensation from his nipples as well as mine, and the indescribable feeling of long fingers fucking our passage at the same time a slick fist worked our throbbing cock.
All the different parts of us floated there for what felt like hours—balanced on the cusp of orgasm, but not toppling over because four of our pieces weren’t being touched in the same way.
Our muscles trembled, need growing impossibly sharper until it could no longer be denied. The mouths and fingers withdrew, pulling me back into my own body. I whined, ready to beg for their return—but strong hands were repositioning me again, and oh .
Yes.
This was right. This was what all the pieces of me needed.
I sprawled wantonly over Emiel’s chest, his big cock nudging at my folds until it slipped inside me, filling me so much better than fingers ever could. He spread his tree-trunk thighs, forcing my legs even farther apart so I was totally exposed.
But that wasn’t all. I moaned and bit at Emiel’s collarbone as something warm and slick drizzled between my ass cheeks. Then Nat was there, slotting himself into the space Emiel had made. His body draped over my back, and his hard dick prodded at my rear entrance, pushing past fluttering resistance to slide deep.
Prickles of clammy sweat broke out across my body. A choked moan forced its way out of my throat as Byron knelt behind Nat.
Nat’s cock jumped wildly inside me as Byron took Nat’s ass in one powerful, unforgiving stroke, seizing control of Nat’s hips.
I continued to bite and lick at Emiel’s broad chest, desperate for something to fill my mouth. A slender hand tangled in my sweaty hair and tugged my upper body sideways. I hadn’t seen Zalen kneel at Emiel’s shoulder with Luca straddling his lap. Luca’s back was pressed to Zalen’s front, his omega cock bobbing up as Zalen split him open.
Zalen shuffled them a few inches closer, until Luca could use his grip on my hair to get my mouth on his dick. I groaned in relief as he pressed me down his length. His tip nudged the back of my throat; my nose brushed soft black pubic hair.
And then, we moved.
I was myself, but I was also Emiel—baring my throat as Zalen gathered my crossed wrists together and pressed them down hard above my shaved head. My pack leader’s tight grip was as good as handcuffs, and then it became even better when Luca slapped his free hand over my open mouth, cutting off my moans and growls as sweetly as any gag.
With nothing to worry about and no decisions to make, I let my eyes slip closed and focused on the delicious slide of my aching dick, wrapped inside the silky-hot sheath of an omega’s cunt. A purr rumbled up from my chest, only to be muffled in Luca’s smooth palm.
I was Zalen, flush with the pleasure of giving my pack what it needed most. My huge cock stretched Luca open, his internal muscles twitching and jerking around me, drawing my climax closer and closer from the deepest parts of me. My grip on Emiel’s wrists was strong and sure; I could hold him down even though he was larger and stronger than me, because he wanted me to.
I was Byron, watching with satisfaction as the smooth rolls of my hips into Nat’s ass controlled the movement and the pleasure of the three people underneath me. I fucked Nat’s hips into Mia’s ass, each slow thrust moving her on Emiel’s dick and rocking her deeper onto Luca’s cock. This was what I was good at, and I could do it all night. I would fuck my mates until they were begging and sobbing for relief from the pleasure.
And then I would fuck them some more, because they weren’t in control. I was.
Now I was Nat, my breathing coming fast and ragged as pleasure crashed over me from two directions. This fantasy of being sandwiched between Byron and Mia had lived rent-free in my head for months now, and it was even better than I’d imagined.
God... I loved them all so much. How could my colossal fuck-up have possibly resulted in this perfect, amazing family? I would spend the rest of my life making sure they knew how incredible they were. How incredible we were, together.
I was Luca, and I was finally home. How was I here, now, hovering on the brink of a crashing orgasm with Zalen inside me, and Mia’s throat vibrating around my cock as she moaned and whimpered? How was I here, safe, and free from the fear I’d lived with since I was too young to remember? My left hand pressed over Emiel’s mouth, stifling the small noises of ecstasy he was making. My right hand was tangled in thick hair the same texture as raw silk.
My body couldn’t be capable of this much pleasure... this much happiness. Could it?
I was myself. Finally filled to the brim, with all of the emptiness I’d tried to fill with awards and professional achievements gone like it had never existed. For the first time in my life, I had a purpose outside of myself.
I could feel this heat drawing to its natural conclusion. After it was done, we would rest. And after we rested, we would go out in the world and do good for the people no one else cared about.
But for now, I was six people... and we were pleasure beyond imagination. No part of me was untouched, and I was unraveling. My orgasm started in my toes and rushed through me like a hurricane, leaving perfect devastation in its wake.
Beneath me, Emiel roared and pulsed his spend into my body. Above me, Nat cried out and did the same. Byron groaned, his own release flooding the bond alongside ours. I swallowed convulsively around Luca’s cock; he keened and arched, spurting bitter-salty fluid down my throat.
Zalen made a sound like relief after a long journey, the swell of his orgasm flowing across the bond like a slow tide.
It went on and on—not ending so much as softening. Our edges dissolved into a warm, overlapping blur.
Our bodies must have separated, except for Emiel’s knot trapped inside of me, Byron’s in Nat, and Zalen’s in Luca. But the thing was... it didn’t matter.
We were together now, in more ways than just the physical.
Omega and alpha hormones gradually eased, and rest became sleep.
Together, we dreamed of the future.
As it turned out, the recovery time for a mating heat was even longer than for a regular heat. I’d thought I might find it difficult to be waited on hand and foot while my body regained its strength. But somehow, being able to feel the pleasure the alphas took in it removed any sting of guilt at feeling selfish.
There was one thing still nagging at me, though.
This time, it had been Nat who’d come to help me into the bathroom for a warm bath. The water eased muscles that had been strained repeatedly over the last four-and-a-bit days, but rather than succumb to the temptation to nap in the tub, I reached out and grabbed Nat’s wrist to keep him from leaving.
“Are you okay?” I asked him, peering through the steam to gauge his expression.
Because Nat was gone from the bond. The omega hormones he’d been injecting for the past couple of weeks had faded after the heat, and without a mating gland, so had the psychic connection with the pack.
He snorted. “There’s a half-healed bite mark in the shape of Byron’s teeth on my butt cheek, and at some point yesterday, I decided it would be a good idea to let a guy who’s hung like a porn star knot my ass. You’re not the only one who’s going to need some recovery time.”
I tightened my hold on his wrist. “That’s not what I meant, Nat.”
Sobering, he perched on the edge of the bath and covered my hand with one of his.
“I know it’s not. Sorry.” He took a deep breath. “I think... maybe... betas aren’t wired for the mating bond. Don’t get me wrong—I am so, so glad you suggested the hormone treatments. And I’m open to doing that again in the future, if that’s something you and the others want. But... that bond. It’s a lot.”
I huffed out a breath of mild amusement. “Yeah, it is.”
He smiled ruefully. “I’m sure there are techniques for managing the connections and making it less overwhelming. But at the risk of insulting a grand alphomic biological tradition, I’m a bit relieved to be alone inside my own skull again. I hope that’s... okay?”
He sounded so tentative and worried that I tugged him down for a kiss.
“You honestly think I’d rather you were miserable because a beta can’t be part of the bond full-time?” I asked, once we’d parted.
He glanced down, shamefaced. “No, of course not. It’s just an unusual situation. I’m not sure either of us knows how to navigate it.”
“That’s true enough,” I allowed. “Okay. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”
A broad smile split his features. “Oh, I’m happy.” Then his brow knit. “Except, y’know, about Byron’s ass-biting.”
“Get him to do your inner thigh next time, maybe,” I teased.
He pointed a finger in my face. “You are not helping.”
I stuck my tongue out at him, and then descended into giggles.
Of course, it was at this point that Zalen burst into the bathroom, clutching a piece of paper in his hand. His excitement bubbled through the bond, effervescent.
“Mia! Nat! You’ll never guess what came in the mail!” He sounded ten years younger than his usual serious self.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s a letter from the North American Culinary Federation!” He waved the letter at us. “They’ve agreed to begin the process of official accreditation for the Hope Project’s new program!”
I sat bolt upright in the tub, splashing water everywhere, then slumped back down gingerly as my collection of unhappy muscles made themselves felt.
“That’s wonderful!” I said, already buzzing with ideas and to-do lists.
“It sure is!” Nat agreed. Then his face fell. “Oh my god. We have got so much work to do.”
But I only smiled up at them. “Hey, now. We built a Michelin-star restaurant from the ground up, with no money and no experience. I think we’ve got this.”
Emiel, Byron, and a slightly pasty-faced Luca poked their heads in, no doubt having felt the excitement through the bond.
“What’s up?” Luca asked. “Did Zalen just win the lottery or something?”
My smile widened. “Sort of. Gather round, packmates. We’ve got news .”