CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
HARPER
I come to, wrapped in Dustin’s arms, lying in a cool bath.
“What happened?” I murmur.
“Your temperature spiked.”
I nuzzle into his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the wolf’s eyes watching me.
“When will the others arrive? I need more knots.”
“They’re here,” he whispers.
“When did they get in?”
“At two this morning.”
My fingers trace his chest. “And when will they wake?”
“It’s noon. They’re already awake,” he says gently.
“I remember getting up a few times to go to the bathroom... and heard purring.”
He purrs again, and I whine softly, comforted by the protection and care surrounding me.
“Stay here. I’ll get fresh blankets for your nest.”
“Okay.”
I hear Dustin’s voice. He’s speaking to someone. I wiggle my nose sniffing the air —could it be Archer?
“Hey, little omega.” Archer kneels beside the tub, clad only in boxers.
He gently brushes hair from my damp forehead.
“Your heat is rough, huh?” His hand cups my face.
“Yes... need knots.”
A smirk curls on his lips. “Your full pack is here.”
“The nest is ready!” Dustin calls out.
“Come on, I’ll get you dried off.”
Omegas need to feel safe and cherished, especially through a heat.
The heat clinic isn’t perfect, but it offers a controlled space where omegas can experience their heats surrounded by several vetted alphas, ensuring a balance of intensity and security.
After Archer dries me off, he wraps a towel snugly around my body and lifts me effortlessly into his arms. He carries me into the bedroom.
“Sawyer, Thatcher, you’re here,” I say with a smile.
“Yes, we came for our omega,” Sawyer replies.
“I brought your favorite snacks,” Thatcher adds, gesturing to the small table piled high with pound cake, peach cobbler, chips, juice, water, and more.
Archer sits me in the chair in front of the table. Sawyer and Thatcher, both in their boxers, kneel on either side of me.
They purr softly and stroke my back.
I feel so cherished as I dig in.
“Eat as much as you can,” Dustin encourages.
“Yeah, you need to build up your strength.” Archer grins.
I slide my fork through the seven-up pound cake, lifting a bite to my mouth.
“Your pheromones are like pure candy,” Sawyer confesses.
I smile, letting my eyes roam over their handsome faces. “Is it like that for all of you?”
Dustin runs his hands through his hair. “Absolutely. I’m barely holding back, and I’ve already knotted you. Baby, I could fuck you all day.”
I bite my lower lip, loving the way he talks.
“Eat up, little omega. You’ll need all your strength for the four of us,” Thatcher says.
I take a sip of the apple cranberry juice, followed by half a glass of water. Rising to my feet, I glance between Sawyer and Thatcher. I loosen my towel, letting it fall and gather at my feet.
My alphas remove their boxers revealing how hard they are for me.
Thatcher and Sawyer return to their knees and crawl toward me, their hands and lips exploring my body.
“Archer,” I moan.
His lips trail heat along my lower back.
“You smell fucking incredible,” Archer growls, nipping my skin.
My fingers thread through their hair, urging them on.
“Dustin,” I whisper.
He stands behind me, close to Archer.
I lean back, pressing my lips to Dustin’s.
Archer bites down on my ass cheek.
With my legs parted, Sawyer’s tongue teases my clit while Thatcher kisses my belly, sliding two fingers deep inside me.
I break away from Dustin’s mouth and pull Sawyer upright. Dustin sinks his teeth into my shoulder as I gaze up at Sawyer.
“Knot me,” I breathe out.
The rest of my pack moves aside as Sawyer lifts me effortlessly and lays me on the bed.
“Be our filthy omega and suck us off,” Archer commands.
He and Dustin kneel on either side of my head.
My hands wrap around both their shafts, alternating between licking and sucking.
To my left, Thatcher leans over, sucking my pebbled nipples.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper.
Every touch thrills me.
Sawyer kneels at my entrance, holding my leg gently and kissing my ankle as he strokes himself. “Take every inch, little omega.”
“Yes, knot me,” I purr.
All my alphas have long, thick dicks. However, Sawyer has the longest cock. I hope I can take him.
Their intoxicating scents envelop me, slickening my pussy with need.
Slowly, Sawyer slides inside.
“Fuck,” I gasp around Archer’s thick length.
Sawyer clasps my hips and drives deep into me, the angle pushing me closer to the edge with every thrust.
“I can’t believe how wet I am,” I pant.
My fingers thread through Thatcher’s hair.
Sawyer’s handsome face is serious as he commands, “Take my cum, omega.”
“Fill me up, alpha,” I respond breathlessly.
He howls, spilling inside my tight walls.
Sawyer pulls free.
“Get on all fours, sweetheart,” he orders.
I obey instantly.
Thatcher stands behind me, gripping my thighs firmly. Archer slips beneath me, while Sawyer watches from the side. Dustin’s in front of me. He pushes his dick down my throat.
Thatcher plunges deep inside my core.
Archer suckles one taut nipple, his hand caressing the other.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Thatcher groans.
“Whose pussy is this?” he growls.
“Yours, alpha,” I cry out once more.
Thatcher tugs my hair, pulling my mouth off Dustin’s cock. He delivers delicious strokes that send my body trembling as I shatter with pleasure.
Thatcher’s long, thick shaft thrusts fiercely inside, filling me with his cum.
“Fuck,” he grunts through clenched teeth.
He pulls out, leaving my walls trembling hungrily. Slick drips freely as Archer seizes my hips, sliding his curved cock inside.
“Oh yes!” I scream, my breasts bouncing wildly. Thatcher grips my neck, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth.
“Ride him good, beautiful,” Thatcher commands.
“Yes, alpha,” I reply eagerly.
He loosens his grip on my neck. I glance at Archer before leaning in to press my lips against his. Our hips move in sync, his thick length sliding deeply into my greedy pussy.
“I love each of your dicks,” I admit.
Archer thrusts firmly, striking my g-spot, sending waves of shuddering pleasure rippling through me.
“It’s your turn to take us both,” Sawyer murmurs.
He replaces Archer as Thatcher gently lays me down onto Sawyer’s body. I lock eyes with Thatcher.
“I’m not sure I can handle you both,” I admit quietly.
Sawyer’s fingers slick with lube explores my tight, puckered hole, while Thatcher positions himself between my legs. Dustin and Archer attend to my breasts, their touch comforting.
Slowly, Sawyer and Thatcher enter me simultaneously, moving in tandem.
All my alphas pleasure me together, coaxing my body to surrender. I’m amazed I can take them both at once.
Completely filled, I feel like the luckiest woman alive.
Thatcher holds my gaze, matching his strokes to Sawyer’s rhythm.
“You all feel so incredibly good,” I whisper, breathless.
“Come for us, little omega,” Sawyer commands softly in my ear.
They find places inside me that set my vision spinning. I see stars.
“Time to take our knots,” Thatcher tells me.
Utterly spent, they lock inside me and release a triumphant howl.
I glance at Dustin. “Bite me,” I whisper.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yes.”
Dustin tilts my head and sinks his teeth into the nape of my neck.
“Oh gosh,” I breathe.
I turn and sink my teeth into the side of Dustin’s neck.
“You’re mine forever,” he murmurs.
“Yes, mine,” I purr back.
Next, Sawyer’s teeth press into my skin.
My eyes flutter back as Sawyer and Thatcher remain entwined with me.
I bite down on Sawyer’s neck.
“I’m all yours, little omega.”
Thatcher’s teeth find my nape. “So good,” he groans.
Their bites send a rush through me like a high.
“Fucking mine,” Thatcher growls.
I grip Thatcher’s neck with my teeth and clamp down.
“Fuck yeah,” he howls.
Thatcher pulls back slightly. Archer cups my chin. “This pack will be bonded forever.” He presses his lips to mine.
My lips part, moving to his neck, and I bite down on my pack leader’s skin.
“My fucking omega,” he growls.
He sinks his teeth into my nape. “Alpha,” I whisper as my eyelids fall. “We’re bonded.”