Chapter 8 Make Me All Yours #2
Behind me, Jethro moves in. The solid wall of his chest presses against my back. His thighs bracket mine. He wraps one arm around my waist, holding me secure and leaving my backside at the right angle for him.
Jethro leans in, his breath warm against my ear. “I want to claim every part of you, sweetheart. I want to fill you, but we take this at your pace. You tell me what you need.”
A shiver rolls down my spine. The overwhelming heat of two Alphas bracketing my body makes my head spin. “Yes. I want you both. Do it.”
Jethro reaches for the nightstand. He coats his fingers in a slick, warm oil before pressing a single finger against my back entrance, tracing the tight ring of muscle.
Jethro works one finger inside, moving with agonizing care.
He adds a second, stretching the tight muscle to prepare me.
Ross shifts his hold, sliding one hand between our bodies to find my clit.
He strokes the sensitive nub until my hips buck against his lap.
Ross groans, tightening his other hand on my hip to hold me steady while Jethro continues his slow, deliberate work.
Once Jethro feels my muscles yield, he removes his fingers. He pumps another generous dollop of warm oil into his palm, coating his own thick length from tip to base. He aligns himself against my back entrance.
Jethro presses a kiss to the nape of my neck. “Can I take you?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the love radiating from them. “Take me, Jethro. Take all of me.”
He pushes forward. A tight pinch flares, followed by an immense, mind-bending stretch.
I cry out, burying my face in Oli’s neck.
Oli holds me tight, humming a soothing melody against my skin.
Jethro sinks deeper, sliding in inch by slow inch until he bottoms out.
The knot at the base of his shaft presses with blunt force against my tight ring of muscle, adding a heavy pressure to the exquisite stretch.
The sensation of holding them both leaves me speechless. I feel stretched to my absolute limit, filled with their heat, their strength, and their devotion. A profound sense of belonging washes over me.
Jethro sets the rhythm. He pulls his hips back and drives forward in a slow, grinding thrust. Ross meets the movement, thrusting upward into my core at the same moment. The dual friction sends a shockwave of pure pleasure straight to my clit.
Caleb shifts closer, kneeling on my right side. He runs his hands up my arm, his touch providing a steadying force amidst the chaotic pleasure. He presses his lips to the junction of my shoulder and neck, right next to the scarred tissue left by Nero.
Caleb’s date scent turns thick as honey. “You belong to us now. We’ll keep you safe.”
The rhythm builds. Jethro and Ross fall into a seamless, coordinated dance.
Every thrust pushes me higher, winding the tension tight in my belly.
Their knots bump against my openings, teasing the ultimate claim.
The friction creates a wildfire under my skin.
I moan, tossing my head back against Jethro’s shoulder.
He catches my neck, his lips trailing hot fire along the column of my throat.
Oli captures my mouth. His tongue sweeps past my lips. He wraps his hand around his own hard length, stroking himself as his hips press flush against my thigh. He shares the build-up, his ragged breaths hitching in sync with mine.
The pleasure spirals out of control. I chase the absolute edge, my body clenching tight around both Alphas. The pressure builds into a massive, undeniable ache. We sit seconds away from breaking.
Jethro lets out a primal roar. His thrusts turn frantic, driving deep, finding the deepest parts of my body. He leans with all his weight over my back. He drags his open mouth up my spine, aiming straight for the nape of my neck, targeting the most sensitive, vulnerable spot an Omega possesses.
Jethro grunts the command against my skin. “Take her. Now.”
His teeth sink into my nape.
Ross follows his Alpha’s lead. Facing my chest, he sinks his teeth into the left side of my neck, piercing the skin with a deep, possessive bite.
A split second later, Caleb’s teeth find the right side, clamping down over the old, jagged scars.
I scream, arching my spine. The dual weight of Jethro and Ross holds me locked in place, and Oli swallows my cries with a desperate, bruising kiss.
A sharp sting flares before the true magic of the bond takes hold. A wave of pure, soothing relief rushes through my veins. It acts like a cleansing fire, neutralizing the rancid rejection my body suffered for weeks.
The synchronized bites trigger an explosion that rocks my world. My climax rips through me in a series of violent, beautiful spasms. Ross and Caleb shout their releases, their bodies tensing hard against mine.
Oli shatters against my mouth, a harsh groan tearing from his throat as his release spills hot and slick across my thigh.
Jethro shudders. He and Ross drive forward one final time, forcing their swollen knots past my openings.
My muscles clamp down tight around the thick bulbs, locking them deep inside me.
A soul-deep reconstruction follows the physical climax.
As Jethro and Ross remain knotted inside me, a profound shift takes hold.
A heavy, settling warmth pulses outward from my core, syncing with the rhythm of my new pack.
My inner Omega embraces the unbreakable connection forged by the bond.
The grounding scents of smoke, ginger, dates, and sage wash away the lingering shadows of my past, rewriting my present.
I belong to them, and they belong to me.
A wave of pure, spiritual joy courses through me.
I go limp, held upright only by the strong arms of my pack.
Tears soak my cheeks. Caleb laves the fresh mark on my neck with his tongue, soothing the sting.
Ross rests his forehead against mine, his chest heaving.
Oli purrs with such force the whole bed vibrates, wrapping his honeysuckle scent around all of us like an impenetrable shield.
We stay tangled together for a long time. Jethro and Ross remain knotted inside me while the newly forged bond hums between the five of us. A profound silence settles over the room, broken only by the sound of our mingled breaths.
Jethro lets his voice vibrate against the sensitive skin of my nape, low and gravelly. “It’s done. You’re home, Sandra. You’re home.”
I close my eyes, feeling the steady thrum of the pack in my mind. The fear and anger vanish. Only a quiet, solid certainty remains. I have a home at last.
Outside, the snow blankets the world in white. Inside, I drift into the deepest sleep I’ve ever known, anchored safely in the arms of my pack.