Chapter 32 Sharon #2
Cassian releases me long enough to pull his sweater over his head. Jett breaks the kiss to yank his t-shirt off. Within seconds they're all in various states of undress, their bodies on display in the candlelight.
I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor. My underwear follows. And then I'm completely bare while three alphas look at me like I'm something precious and perfect and theirs.
"Bed," Cassian says, and his voice has dropped into that alpha command tone that goes straight to my core.
I move to the bed and settle in the center. The sheets are cool against my heated skin. I watch as they finish undressing, as three perfect alpha bodies are revealed in the flickering candlelight.
Pine climbs onto the bed first, settling between my legs. His hands slide up my thighs with deliberate slowness. His dark eyes meet mine.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he says.
"Don't you dare stop," I respond.
His mouth is on the inside of my thigh, and he kisses his way higher. Slow and torturous and absolutely perfect. When his mouth finally reaches where I need him most, I gasp and my hips lift off the bed.
Cassian settles on one side of me, his hand finding my breast. His thumb circles my nipple while his mouth finds my neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin just below my bonding mark.
Jett is on my other side, his hand sliding into my hair as he kisses me deeply. His other hand roams across my stomach and ribs, touching everywhere he can reach.
Pine's tongue is doing incredible things between my legs. He's taking his time, building the pleasure slowly instead of rushing toward the finish. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open and steady as he works.
The combination of all three of them touching me at once is overwhelming in the best possible way. Every nerve ending is firing. Every breath comes faster than the last. Every muscle tightens as the pressure builds.
"Pine," I gasp against Jett's mouth. "I'm close."
Pine doesn't change what he's doing. He maintains the same steady rhythm, the same pressure, the same perfect movement of his tongue until I'm crying out and coming apart under his mouth.
The orgasm rolls through me in waves. My back arches off the bed. My hands grip the sheets. Cassian and Jett hold me steady while Pine works me through it, not stopping until I'm pushing at his head because it's too much.
He pulls back with a satisfied expression, his mouth glistening. He moves up my body and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
"My turn," Cassian says, and there's dark promise in his voice.
Pine moves aside and Cassian settles between my legs. He's broader than Pine, more muscular, and the sight of him positioned there makes my still-sensitive body clench with anticipation.
He enters me in one smooth thrust, and I cry out at the sensation. He's thick and fills me completely. He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust, his gray eyes locked on my face.
"Okay?" he asks.
"More than okay," I manage to say.
He starts to move. Slow and deep at first, each thrust deliberate and controlled. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he sets the rhythm.
Jett's mouth finds my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Pine's hand slides into my hair, turning my face toward him so he can kiss me deeply.
Cassian's pace increases. Each thrust hits deeper. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mixed with my gasps and their low groans. The pleasure builds again, faster this time because my body is already primed from the first orgasm.
"Touch yourself," Cassian commands, his voice rough. "I want to watch you come while I'm inside you."
My hand slides down between our bodies and finds where we're joined. My fingers circle the sensitive bundle of nerves and the pleasure spikes immediately.
"That's it," Cassian encourages. "Let me feel you come on my cock."
The combination of his thrusts and my fingers and Jett's mouth on my breast sends me over the edge again. I come hard, my inner muscles clenching around Cassian as the orgasm crashes through me.
Cassian groans and his thrusts become erratic. His knot starts to swell and within moments he's locked inside me, coming with a shudder and a low sound that's almost a growl.
We stay locked together while he empties himself inside me. His forehead rests against mine. His breath comes in harsh pants. His hands gentle on my hips, holding me close but no longer gripping hard enough to bruise.
When his knot finally deflates enough for him to pull out carefully, Jett is already moving into position.
"You okay for more?" he asks, his brown eyes searching my face.
"Always," I say, reaching for him.
He enters me more gently than Cassian did, mindful that I'm already well-used. But once he's fully seated inside me, his control seems to snap. His thrusts are harder, faster, more desperate than the others were.
Pine's hand finds my face, turning me toward him so he can kiss me while Jett takes what he needs. Cassian's hand strokes my hair, his gray eyes watching me with satisfaction and pride.
Jett's rhythm is almost punishing but in the best way. Each thrust drives me higher. Each movement reminds me that I'm theirs and they're mine and this is what pack feels like.
"Come for me," Jett demands against my neck. "One more time. Let me feel it."
My body obeys before my mind can process the command. The third orgasm is almost painful in its intensity. I cry out, my nails digging into Jett's shoulders as pleasure overwhelms everything else.
Jett's knot swells and locks and he's coming inside me with a groan, his whole body shuddering with the force of it.
We stay tangled together while we all come down. Three alphas and their omega, sweaty and satisfied and completely bonded. My strawberry and honey scent is mixed so thoroughly with their combined scents that I can't tell where I end and they begin.
Eventually we need to move. Shower. Eat the dinner that Cassian made and that's probably cold by now. But for this moment, we just exist together in the aftermath.
"I love you," I say into the comfortable silence. "All of you. So much."
"We love you too," Pine says, his dark eyes soft. "More than we thought we could love anyone."
We eventually make it to the shower, which becomes its own adventure when three alphas decide they need to help wash their omega. By the time we're clean and dressed in comfortable clothes, it's nearly nine o'clock.
Cassian reheats dinner while the rest of us resettle on the couch. The food is incredible as always. Some kind of pasta with vegetables and a cream sauce that tastes like heaven. We eat directly from the serving dishes, passing them around and stealing bites from each other's forks.
"Tell me about Savannah's wedding plans," Pine says when we're mostly finished eating. "Where are you at with everything?"
I launch into a detailed update about vendors and timelines and the million small decisions that go into planning a wedding. They listen with genuine interest, asking questions and making suggestions and being completely engaged.
"Jessica's been amazing," I say. "I honestly couldn't do any of this without her. She's so organized and detail-oriented and she anticipates problems before they happen."
"She's good people," Jett agrees. "How's she doing? I feel like we haven't seen her around much lately."
"She's been busy with her own stuff," I say. Then I pause, considering whether to share what I've been noticing. "Actually, I think something's changing with her. Her scent is different. Sweeter. More complex."
"Different how?" Cassian asks, his gray eyes curious.
"I think she might be an omega," I say carefully. "I don't think she knows it yet. But her scent has been shifting over the last few weeks. It's subtle but it's definitely there."
"Does that happen?" Jett asks. "People not knowing their designation?"
"It can," I say. "Especially if someone presents late or if they've been suppressing it unconsciously. Jessica's been so focused on work and building her career that she might not have noticed the signs."
"Should you say something to her?" Pine asks.
"I don't know," I admit. "Part of me thinks she needs to figure it out on her own. Part of me thinks I should at least let her know I'm here if she has questions. I don't want to overstep but I also don't want her to feel alone if she's going through something confusing."
"Trust your instincts," Cassian says. "You'll know when the time is right to bring it up."
We settle back into comfortable silence. The wine is gone. The food is eaten. The candles are burning low. Outside the window, snow continues to fall in the darkness.
"What time is it?" I ask, suddenly realizing I have no idea how close we are to midnight.
Pine checks his phone. "Eleven thirty. We've got half an hour until the new year."
"I can't believe it's been almost a year," I say, curling deeper into the blankets. "A year ago, I was in Denver, alone, thinking my life was over. And now I'm here with you three, planning weddings, building a business, living a life I never imagined."
"A year ago, we were here waiting for something we didn't know we needed," Jett says. "And then you showed up and everything made sense."
"We should make resolutions," I suggest. "New year, new goals, all that traditional stuff."
"You first," Pine says.
I think about it while watching the snow fall. There are so many things I want for the coming year. More weddings to plan. The business to grow. This pack to deepen and strengthen.
"I want to plan at least ten weddings," I say. "I make the business into something real and sustainable. I want to be brave enough to take risks even when they scare me."
"You're already brave," Cassian says. "But I love that goal."
"What else?" Jett prompts. "What do you want for us?"
I take a deep breath, deciding to be completely honest.
"I want us to start thinking about kids," I say. The words come out quietly, but they feel huge in the warm room. "Not necessarily right away. But soon. I want us to talk about it. Plan for it. Build toward it."
The room goes silent. Three alphas stare at me with expressions I can't quite read.
"You want kids," Pine says slowly. "With us."
"Of course with you," I say. "Who else would I want kids with? You're my pack. You're my family. You're the people I want to build a future with."
"How many kids?" Cassian asks, and there's something soft in his voice that makes my chest tight.
"I don't know," I admit. "Two? Three? However many feels right. However many we can handle while still giving each of them the attention they deserve."
"I want that too," Jett says. His hand finds mine and squeezes. "I want to see you round with our pup. I want to teach them things. I want to build a family with you."
"Me too," Cassian says. "I've been thinking about it but I didn't want to pressure you. Didn't want to assume you'd want that with us."
"I want everything with you," I say simply. "Everything."
Pine is quiet, his dark eyes studying my face. Then he's moving, pulling me into his arms and holding me close.
"We'll start trying soon," he says against my hair. “To give you time to plan the biggest event of the year. Then we'll focus on growing our family."
"Really?" I ask, pulling back to look at his face.
"Really," he confirms. "We want this. All of us. We want you and we want the family we'll build together."
I'm crying now. Happy tears that won't stop falling. Cassian moves closer and wipes them away with gentle fingers. Jett's arm comes around my shoulders. Pine's hand finds my face.
"I love you," I say again. "So much. All of you."
"We love you too," they say in unison, and somehow that makes me cry harder.
Pine checks his phone again. "Two minutes until midnight."
We settle together on the couch, tangled in blankets and each other. I'm tucked between Cassian and Jett with Pine on the floor in front of us, his head resting against my knee.
"One minute," Pine announces.
"What are your resolutions?" I ask them. "I shared mine. You have to share yours."
"Keep you safe," Cassian says immediately.
"Be worthy of you," Jett adds. "Every single day. Make sure you never regret choosing us."
"Love you better than I did the day before," Pine says. "Always. No matter what."
"Thirty seconds," Pine says, watching his phone.
"I can't wait to see what this year brings," I say. "I can't wait to plan weddings and grow the business and start building our family."
"Twenty seconds."
"I can't wait to see you as a mother," Cassian says. "Teaching our kids. Loving them the way you love us."
"Ten seconds," Pine announces.
We count down together. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
"Happy New Year," we say in unison.
And then we're kissing. All of us reaching for each other at once. Mouths meeting and hands tangling and scents mixing until the air is thick with pack and love and future.
Outside, Pine Hollow celebrates with distant sounds of fireworks and cheering. Inside, we celebrate with each other. With the life we've built. With the future we're planning.
This is what home feels like. Safe and warm and exactly where I'm supposed to be.
I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.