Chapter 52
Lincoln
Bayleigh wakes up again with a sound that’s half groan, half whine.
I straighten immediately. I’d been dozing upright against the wall while Milton slept beside her and Korbin prowled from the doorway to the edge of the mattress.
The moment her scent spikes, both of them jolt before freezing and looking her way.
The sweet scent of her perfume fills the makeshift nest, and I can taste it more than I can smell it.
Her head swivels back and forth, searching the room, until she fully turns around and her eyes land on me. Everything on her face changes. Fear and confusion melt. What’s left is instinct, raw and focused entirely on me.
“Lincoln,” she whines, already halfway gone. Her voice is soft, strained, desperate in a way that claws right down my spine.
I move toward her before anyone else even exhales.
Korbin lowers himself to a crouch at the edge of the mattress, eyes sharp but also staying still so she doesn’t feel overwhelmed. We all know the rule of an omega choosing who she wants to be with during a heat. We feel it happening right now.
Her hands reach for me with a small, shaking grab, and her fingers curl into the front of my shirt. She pulls me down with surprising strength. Her forehead presses to my throat; she inhales fast, like my scent alone is oxygen and she needs it to survive.
I cup her face gently, making sure she can read me. I sign with one hand slow enough for her heat-fogged brain to follow.
I’m going to F-U-C-K you, Omega. I don’t know how to sign fuck, and with her heat coming, I should have looked it up, but spelling it doesn’t seem to break the moment. If anything, the way her pupils dilate and her breathing picks up, she likes it…a lot.
Milton and Korbin watch intently; both seem to be vibrating with alpha need to please their omega, to make her feel good.
Then she says it.
“I want you first.”
Heat burns low in my stomach. It’s not arrogance or pride; it’s the feeling of being chosen first by this one woman who matters.
Her hands climb to my shoulders. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted. She presses closer, rubbing her face against my jaw in a shaky, scent-seeking motion.
Another wave of pain hits her. Hard.
She gasps and folds against me, trying to climb into my lap. I guide her gently onto her back, letting the blankets cradle her. She looks beautiful and terrified and trusting all at once. I stroke her cheek. Her eyes fall half-shut, then open, lashes trembling.
“Let me knot you.”
She nods. No hesitation. No fear. She opens for me like her body already knows the path.
I slide my hands up her thighs, slow enough that she can stop me at any second. She doesn’t. Her legs soften under my touch, opening wider with a trembling breath that shivers all the way through her body.
Naked. Now. I sign quickly, and she leans up, raising her arms above her head.
I peel her shirt away from her skin, and her breath trembles in her throat. Her bra follows, falling somewhere in the blankets. She shivers as cool air hits her heated skin, then relaxes when my hands settle on her waist.
Her sleep shorts are damp, causing the fabric to cling to her thighs. When I slide them down, she bites her lip, embarrassment and instinct tangling together. I kiss her knee once, and the tension melts out of her shoulders instantly.
She lies back for me, chest rising fast, eyes glowing with heat that has fully taken root now. Her fingers curl in the blankets. Her breath trembles. Everything in her is saying yes.
As I lower to my stomach, settling between her legs, her scent hits me with a warm rush that makes my vision blur at the edges. Sweet. Wild. Omega-deep.
I brace my hands on her thighs and look up because I need her eyes on me when I say this.
Right before I touch her, movement catches my attention at the edge of my vision.
Milton. Korbin.
Both of them are removing their clothes slowly and silently. Milton pulls his shirt over his head, eyes locked on Bayleigh. Korbin moves quieter, jaw set, keeping himself controlled even as heat vibrates through him.
Their clothes fall to the floor. They settle on opposite sides of her body, chests rising with heavy breaths, muscles tight from restraint.
But her eyes stay on me. Her fingers slide into my hair and tug, small but desperate. That’s all the permission I need.
I lower my mouth to her heat, her scent rising to meet me—mint and green tea, familiar and intoxicating.
Her hips arch with a startled gasp; her thighs tremble around my shoulders. Her hand flies to her lips, as if embarrassed by how fast her body responds, but the sound she makes, breathless and needy, urges me to keep going.
I flick my tongue up and down her clit quickly, and the way her hips roll against my face tells me all I need to know. She moans loudly, and I adjust enough to thrust two fingers into her hole. Slick drips from her pussy around my fingers as I fuck her with them, my tongue never leaving her clit.
Korbin groans, and I look up to see her wrapping a hand around his cock and guiding him to her mouth.
Keeping one hand around his shaft, she bobs up and down on his cock, taking him as far as she can with the position she’s in.
Her other hand blindly reaches for Milton, and she grabs his cock, stroking him in time with her mouth.
My focus returns to making her come on my tongue. I want her slick covering my face so I can smell her when I shove my knot deep inside her tight cunt for the first time.
Korbin wraps a hand in her hair, pumping his hips so that he’s doing most of the work and she can just lie there and enjoy herself like she deserves.
I suck her bundle of nerves between my lips and she comes undone, screaming the best she can around my brother’s cock. Her thighs snap closed, clamping around my head, and I feast on her pussy as she gives me every bit of honey I’ve worked for.
When she’s ridden out her orgasm, I lift my head from paradise and tap my brother’s shoulder.
“Let me ask her something real quick,” I tell Korbin.
Korbin glares at me but pulls his dick from her mouth, and she looks at me.
“Do you want more, or do you need time?” I ask.
“Please,” she cries. She tries to sign, but her hands shake too hard. Her fingers touch my chest instead.
I nod, and she lays her head flat on the mattress and stares at me.
“Make her feel good, boys. I don’t want her first knot to be painful.”
I strip quickly, controlled, never breaking eye contact with her.
I glide my hand up and down my cock with one hand, keeping my eyes on hers.
Her breath hitches when she feels the shift of my weight over her.
The mattress dips under us, and she whines when I enter her.
Her legs wrap around me, pulling me deeper, her body welcoming me.
I move slowly at first, giving her time to adjust.
Her heat won’t be gentle for much longer. Soon she’ll be lost to the haze and want knots and orgasms galore. But right here, right now, I want her to remember this moment. To feel my knot and know it was everything she ever wanted.
She moves with me, meeting every motion like her body knows how to move with mine. Her breath grows ragged, and her scent spikes again.
“Lincoln,” she begs.
I look between my brother and best friend, nodding once. Korbin bends down, nipping at her nipple, lavishing it with his tongue. Milton takes the other stiff bud into his mouth, and his hand slithers down to where we’re connected, and he rubs her clit with fervor.
Her climax hits suddenly. Her body tightens around mine, squeezing my cock like a blood pressure cuff. The sensation has me fucking into her faster and harder. Relief, pleasure, and devotion all slam through me in one blinding moment.
My knot swells at the base of my dick, begging to sink inside of her.
I listen, slamming forward and letting my knot pop into her tight channel, locking us together.
She screams at the sensation, but with my pack working her clit and breasts, and me giving tiny thrusts, she quickly heads into another climax.
Her body shakes as a sheen of sweat beads at her navel and forehead. She’s whining, but not in pain or need, more like a pleasurable high pitch sound. Her breath turns frantic. Milton and Korbin stop their movements, just watching as she comes undone for us.
Mark me, she signs so fast I almost miss it.
Mark me. She makes the movement again but this time tilting her throat toward my mouth.
My instincts scream, teeth aching with the urge. For a split second, I imagine sinking into her skin and claiming her forever.
But the memory of her earlier words breaks the moment. Not when she’s lost to instinct. Not when she asked to be completely coherent.
I grab her foot and press a kiss to her ankle.
“No.” I shake my head. “Not tonight. Soon, but not now.”
Her brows draw together, lips tremble and her eyes go glassy. There’s a soft, wounded noise in her throat, a plea without words. Her hand reaches for me in a shaky arc.
I sign with slow, steady motions. I love you. Not a no. Not now.
She exhales a long, shaking breath. She nods, acknowledging the truth even through the fog of heat.
Her body relaxes around mine as the first crest finally settles. Her breathing evens out. Beside us, Milton shifts closer, just enough to place a kiss on the side of her mouth. Korbin’s fingers brush her chest in small, teasing strokes.
Her eyes start to close, and I let out a breath of relief. I rub her thigh, waiting for my knot to deflate. She drifts between waking and sleep, held in the center of all three of us—sated for now, safe in the nest, surrounded by her alphas.
What seems like hours later but is probably ten minutes, my knot goes down enough to pull out of her, and I instantly scoop her up into my arms and hold her to my chest. She pops an eye open and looks at me with a sleepy smile.
“I’m not going anywhere. Rest.”
Her lips brush my throat in a soft, instinctive nuzzle.
Then she falls asleep against my chest, warm and trembling, and wholly ours.
The night is far from over. But the first, easy wave is done.
And she made it through, wrapped in us.