Chapter 27 #3
I drift in and out of slumber, breathing in our mated scent.
Fang is mine.
He’s my family, forever.
He hums something, a sweet, gentle tune, a lullaby I’ve never heard. I float in bliss, a peaceful, small smile on my lips.
I wake up refreshed, warm, and clean. Moonlight streams in from the window, and I realize I must have slept for at least a good few hours.
The mattress caresses my body while the luxurious fibers of the nesting blankets tickle my skin, making goosebumps pebble on my naked body.
Fang’s scent still lingers in the air, but there are other Alpha scents now, too.
Ivan and Logan are back!
I sit up in the pack bed, the blankets falling off me, and my stomach flips. A slight pressure on my womb reminds me of the situation.
The mating bond may be complete with Fang, but there are two more Alphas in my life that I need.
My inner Omega doesn’t feel like waiting anymore, especially when sweet apples and vanilla bourbon await me.
Someone was kind enough to leave an oversized sleep shirt on the bed for me, and I gasp in delight when I see it.
It’s a deep violet with a patten of grey and white kittens printed on it.
I slip it on, humming at the sensation of the soft material.
I’m so sensitive to everything right now.
Dressed in the cutest sleep shirt I’ve ever seen in my life, I swing my legs off the side of the best and stand, ready to claim the other two Alphas that belong in my life permanently.
They’re already my scent matches—already made by nature for me, and only me.
Now, I want them stamped on my soul.
My pussy aches with each step down the hallway, aching for another knot. My inner Omega doesn’t want to stray far from my nest, so hopefully—
I crash into a broad, strong chest that smells like expensive bourbon, and strong arms wrap around me.
Licking my lips, I look up to see Logan, gazing at me with warm eyes.
“Hey,” he says gently, his lips pulled into a soft smile. “I’ve been waiting.”
The confidence in his tone makes my stomach flutter. “Oh, yeah?” I breathe. “Waiting for what?”
To my surprise, he backs me down the hallway, and a chill runs down my spine at his movements. He presses me against the wall next to the nesting room gently but firmly.
“Waiting for you to wake up,” he says, and then, his mouth is at my mating gland. I gasp in surprise, then moan loudly, closing my eyes.
Logan has never been this bold, but I love it.
I didn’t have to seek him out—he found me.
“Turns out, I can be jealous,” he whispers against the raised, sensitive bump of skin. He runs his tongue along the bite marks left by Fang, making my womb clench on nothing. “You…you said you might let me bite you first. And then you didn’t.”
Slick trickles down my upper thighs while he gently sucks on my skin.
“I didn’t know I was the jealous type,” he huffs, blowing cool air on my gland, making me squeak. “I didn’t know that, until now.”
Logan, my Logan, is suddenly possessive, and I hang on to every word he says.
“I’m not mad,” he promises me, voice tender. “I’m never mad at you, Maeve. Just impatient.”
I whimper. “Alpha…”
“I didn’t know I could want the things I want with you,” he breathes, sounding dizzy. “I’m finally starting to understand.”
He smells like bourbon and vanilla, like kindness and strength.
“Understand what?” I’m gasping in his hold, my head spinning with the warmth of his aroma.
“That I can have you forever. That you’re made for me.”
The words are stuttered against my skin, his vulnerability shining through.
My sweet, unsure Logan finally knows that he’ll never be alone again.
That he’s mine, all mine, that he’s seen and understood and loved.
But I can’t get any of those words out. I can only choke out moans, since his hand his found his way under my sleep shirt and his fingers stroke my upper thighs.
“May I take you to your nest?” he whispers, and I whimper and nod.
“May I carry you again?”
So polite, even when I can tell he’s more Alpha than man.
Always gentle, always caring, always cautious.
I love that about him.
“I love you,” I whisper into his ear, and he freezes his movements. He sucks in a ragged breath as he stills against me.
Finally, he pulls back to look at me, his pupils huge, his eyes glassy. His chest heaves as he breathes rapidly, staring at me in disbelief.
His Alpha has fully taken over, but he still has the strength to pull away from me.
“What?” he whispers.
“I love you,” I repeat, louder this time. “I love you, and I need you to knot me.”
With a low, hungry growl, he swoops me into his arms, and before I can blink, I’m back in my nest, lying on my back as leans over me.
“I love you, too,” he whispers, peppering kisses down my throat. “I love you, so much.”
Another voice fills the room, accompanied by a familiar sharp apple scent.
“Did I miss the love confession?” Ivan stands in the doorway, forehead damp and with amused dark eyes.
His inner Alpha is out, watching hungrily while Logan sits above me.
My sleep shirt has ridden up, exposing my upper thighs and slick core, and his gaze falls to it. Ivan licks his lips, then sighs deeply.
“I want you here while he takes me,” I rasp. “I want all of us in bed together.”
And as Ivan joins us, the mating bond with Fang begins to ache. I still sense him everywhere, feel him in the dull throb of my mating gland, but I need him here.
There’s more than enough space for the four of us, and before I can call out to him, Fang is back in the bedroom.
My inner Omega sighs in relief.
“I’m here, baby,” he promises. “I can’t be far from you for long. It aches.”
Ivan is to the left of me and Logan, while Fang is to my right. Logan stays sitting above me, watching me with hungry eyes, while the two other Alphas lie back.
“You’re saving the best for last, huh?” Ivan says, chuckling.
Ivan has been here the longest. He’s been my best friend through it all, supportive of every step I’ve taken to get to where I am.
He helped me find my pack. He encouraged it, even when I was too nervous to initiate it myself.
I wish I could say those words to him, but my pussy is aching for attention, and my inner Omega is longing for Logan’s knot.
I’m surprised I can process anything right now besides my arousal.
“You’re beautiful,” Logan whispers, his gaze fully on me. He quickly pulls of his white undershirt, exposing his toned chest with a light dusting of brown hair leading up from his navel.
I whimper, squeezing my thighs together for relief.
Logan looks at me reverently, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
There’s a look of awe on his face mixed with lust, and it’s so overwhelming that I have to close my eyes.
Finally, blessedly, he begins to touch me thoroughly. His fingers gently skim down my slit, and his breathing grows ragged.
“I don’t…can you…” he groans when he finds my clit with a shaky touch, “I want to watch you take me. I want you on top.”
My eyes snap open, and even in his feral Alpha state, that shy vulnerability is still there.
“Yes, sweetheart,” Ivan adds, his voice thick with want, “you would look so pretty that way.”
And within a few moments, Logan is naked underneath me, his pants discarded on the floor. I straddle him, my breathing heavy, while three sets of eyes look up at me.
Ivan smirking, Fang smiling, and Logan slack jawed and in awe.
“Look at you,” Fang breathes. “So beautiful, so powerful. All of us underneath you, the way it should be.”
Logan’s cock pushes against my slit, his thick cockhead brushing against my clit. I grind against him, smearing my wetness all over his length, and he hisses and grips my hips, looking pained.
“You’re so wet,” he groans. “Fuck.”
But the ache in my cunt is too strong to take the time to tease him. I lift my hips, and he lines his cock at my entrance at the same time I sink down on him. He presses his head back against the pillow and lets out a snarl, which sends a shockwave of pleasure straight to my core.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck!”
“I’ve never heard him curse that much,” Ivan says, keeping his eyes on me. “Look what you do to him, baby.”
I let out a whine while Logan bottom outs inside of me, the stretch deep, tight, and delicious.
Once I’m fully seated on him, I yank my sleep shirt off and toss it to the floor.
I’m completely naked before them, and immediately, Fang and Ivan reach out to play with my breasts, one in each of their hands.
The three Alphas touch me at once, Logan holding my waist while my nipples are lightly pinched and tugged.
“Make yourself come,” Logan whispers, his warm brown eyes burning into mine. “Use my cock until I knot you.”
And I do.
I ride Logan, not bothering to go slow, just chasing the sensation of his cock pressing against the sensitive, delicious spot inside my cunt. He lifts his hips and I grind down, and we find a rhythm that makes me scream.
The fire builds in me quickly, spreading from my core and blooming through my body.
“That’s it,” Fang praises. “That’s it, take his cock; I can smell how close you are.”
“Oh, fuck, I’m already coming,” Logan whimpers, and the sound sends me over the edge.
Logan thickens inside me, inflating and pumping his cum into me. I can sense every spurt, and he roars as he fills my womb, gripping me tighter to hold me in place.
I can barely keep me eyes open, but I’m desperate to watch his face, taking in his gritted teeth and the bulge of the vein in his neck.
I can’t stop coming. My voice burns from crying out in pleasure, and when I see that Ivan and Fang have moved their hands from me to stroke their own cocks, another wave of ecstasy takes over me.
I can’t hold myself up anymore, and I collapse against Logan, my chest pressing against his.
“I love you,” he whispers, his voice gravelly at my neck. “My Omega.”
There’s no pain when he bites me, only a jolt of white-hot sensation. Logan is everywhere inside me, just like Fang—and my soul makes space for him, too.
Logan’s goodness and gentle heart wash over me, soothing the parts of me that long to be loved. I gain my strength from him, just like he does from me.
Alpha Alpha Alpha
Mine mine mine
Logan’s lonely heart will never be frozen in solitude.
Instead, he’ll find warmth with me.
Our connection is intimate, powerful, and precious.
I openly weep in his hold, pressed against him and sobbing into his neck.
I never realized how lonely and misunderstood he was.
His yearning and longing are quiet, but intense.
It didn’t hit me until now how badly he’s wanted to belong with me, to belong to a pack that cares about him.
I’m not sad, just overwhelmed with the love that I have for my pack leader.
Ivan and Fang whisper words of encouragement to me too, and Logan moves us so he’s spooning me, my back to his strong chest. I face Ivan, who’s on his side and watching me with reverence, a gentle smile on his face. He wipes a tear from my cheek tenderly.
“You have the patience of a saint,” I whisper, and he chuckles weakly.
“I already know you’re saving the best for last,” he says. But the arousal is evident on him, and I’m not sure how he hasn’t already sunk his teeth into my mating gland.
Instead, he lays in my nest, wiping my tears as I’m knotted.
Logan purrs gently behind me, and eventually my tears subside.
I struggle to stay awake and keep my focus on Ivan, but he shakes his head.
“Sleep,” he says softly. “You need the rest.”