Chapter Thirty-Two
Theo
“Now come prove it.”
Connor’s words land like a match on dry kindling, and something inside me snaps taut.
My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. My cock aches, but that’s nothing compared to the pressure in my chest. The instinct. The heat. The want that’s been coiling tighter every time I watched them touch her, every time I scented her afterward.
Every time I told myself to wait.
Emery's slender thighs are parted, slick still shining between them, her chest rising and falling fast. Her throat is bare, pulse jumping visibly beneath the claim mark that Beau left behind on her skin, and her scent is everywhere—omega heat, sex, satisfaction.
Pack.
I take a step, then another. Beau and Connor don’t move, giving me space, but not distance. They’re close enough to watch, and to back me up if I falter.
“Go on,” Connor says quietly. “She’s been waiting.”
I kneel in front of her, and her breath catches, soft and shaky.
“You okay?” I ask, even though my voice is fraying.
My hand hovers over her thigh, fingers twitching with the effort not to grab.
“Yes,” she whispers. Then, softer still, “Please.”
I put my hands on her.
Her skin is warm and damp under my palms as I slide them up the insides of her thighs, thumbs brushing over muscles that tremble at my touch. She’s shaking with anticipation that mirrors my own as I lean in and press my mouth to the crease of her knee, then her inner thigh, then closer.
So close I can feel the heat rolling off her, smell the mix of Connor and Beau and her own slick-soaked need.
She moans, hips twitching helplessly, and behind me, Connor lets out a low hum.
“Fuck. Look at her. She’s soaked.”
“Easy, Theo.” Beau’s voice comes low and controlled. “Don’t rush her. Or yourself.”
My fingers slide through her slick, and the sound—wet, obscene—goes straight to my spine. She’s impossibly wet, her heat closing around my touch, already trying to pull me in.
“I’ve never…” I swallow hard, my breath unsteady. “I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you, Emery.”
She whimpers my name, soft and wrecked, and Connor chuckles behind me.
“Told you: you’re not gonna survive her.”
Beau rumbles in agreement as I circle her clit slowly, watching her reaction closely. Her back arches, mouth falling open, breath breaking; and my cock throbs painfully.
I can’t take it anymore.
I move up her body and line myself up, hand shaking as I guide the head of my cock to her entrance. I push in, savoring the way she stretches around me, the way her body accepts me.
An unrestrained growl tears out of my chest as I push in deeper, inch by inch, feeling her flutter and clench around me, her cunt trying to drag me under.
“Fuuuck,” I breathe. “You feel—god, you feel—”
“I know,” she gasps, arms coming up around my shoulders. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, Alpha.”
I bottom out with a desperate grind, my hips pressing flush to hers, my whole body shuddering as I finally fill her tight little cunt completely.
“Christ,” Connor mutters. “Look at that. She’s got him.”
Beau steps closer, and I feel his hand settle briefly at the back of my neck, grounding and approving.
“That’s it,” he says quietly. “Take her.”
I start to move. Slow at first. Deep. Every thrust and roll of my hips draws a sound from her: moans, broken pleas, my name spilling from her lips. I kiss her everywhere I can reach, whispering praise, telling her how good she feels, how perfect she is, how proud I am of her.
Her body tightens violently.
“Oh—Theo—”
She comes with a sharp cry, her whole body clenching around me so hard my vision whites out.
“That’s it,” I groan, losing all restraint as her walls clench and release, her pussy milking me dry. “Come for me, Omega. Take it—take all of it.”
Behind me, Connor laughs breathlessly.
“He’s done for.”
“Yeah.” Beau exhales slow and deep. “He’s not making it out of this with any control left.”
They’re right, but I don’t care. Not anymore.
I feel my knot swelling, pressure building fast and heavy, instinct roaring to the surface as my hands grip her thighs, spreading her wider as my thrusts turn rougher, needier, chasing the edge.
“I need…” I pant, barely coherent. “I need to—”
Emery pulls me down into a desperate kiss, her arms locking around my neck.
“Do it,” she whispers against my lips, breath shaking. “Please, Theo. Knot me. I want you.”
Something inside me finally gives—not with a snap, but with a deep, aching surrender.
Every line I’ve held. Every rule I’ve followed.
Gone.
My control dissolves, washed away by the certainty roaring through my veins.
Mine. Ours.
Pack.
I press my forehead to hers, breath ragged and voice wrecked.
“You’re sure?”
The question is reflex: the last scrap of the man I was five minutes ago.
She nods immediately, her hazel eyes bright and feral and trusting all at once.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
With one final, desperate thrust, I slam deep—deeper—and the knot at the base of my cock swells hard and fast, pressing, catching, then locking us together with a thick, unforgiving stretch that drags a cry from both of us.
“Oh, fuck—Theo—”
The sound of my name on her lips as my knot seats fully inside her is what sends me over the edge, and I come with a broken shout, my whole body jerking as orgasm tears through me like a fucking storm.
I spill everything I have inside of her, instinct and need and possession crashing together until I don’t know where I end and Emery begins.
My hands shake as they slide up her sides, holding her not just in place, but with me. Keeping us tethered while my pulse slowly begins to steady.
Behind me, Beau exhales slowly.
“Well,” he says dryly, voice edged with amusement and something darker. “Guess she’s definitely not walking tomorrow.”
Connor snorts softly.
“She’s not even opening her eyes right now.”
Emery lets out a breathy, wrecked laugh against my throat.
“Worth it.”
I keep her close, my arms still around her as the haze of release starts to clear just enough to feel the shift in the room.
Beau hasn’t moved, but I can feel him: the weight of his gaze, and the tension in his silenc. He’s hard, and ready—
and he’s done waiting.
Emery stirs as though she senses it too; the unfinished edge of this moment, the only alpha in the room who hasn’t taken her yet. Her fingers flex against my chest, and her hips twitch with some small, instinctive motion that has me groaning all over again.
“Still with us?”
Beau’s voice is low, but not gentle.
She nods slowly, still half-lost, her body answering before her brain catches up.
When he speaks again, it’s not to her.
“Theo.”
I lift my head, already knowing where this is going.
“On your back.”
It’s not a suggestion. Not with that voice.
I move carefully, adjusting my grip as I shift to lie flat across the couch, Emery still straddling my hips, still locked around my cock. The movement presses my knot deeper, and she lets out a wrecked, breathless cry that’s so needy and raw I almost come all over again.
“Fuck,” I groan, arms flexing around her. “Still so tight—shit.”
Beau is already in motion.
Big hands take her hips like they belong to him, and he moves her, arranges her, guides her exactly how he wants. He angles her knees around my thighs, spreads her wide, and then presses her slowly forward until she’s flush against my body.
Her chest molds to mine, her slick-slicked thighs tremble on either side of my hips, and her head drops into the crook of my neck.
Omega-musk saturates the air, dripping from her, sticky and primal and laced with every one of us, and Beau growls low as he takes a breath.
“You ready, sweetheart?” he murmurs as his palm smooths down the sweat-slick curve of her back.
“Mmhm,” she whines, breath catching. “You know I want it.”
Beau grins as he leans down, licking a long stripe up her spine.
“Connor,” he growls.
“Yeah?”
“Hold her still.”
Connor’s there instantly, kneeling beside the couch, one hand braced on her shoulder, the other gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks. He gives her flesh a sharp, possessive swat that makes her cry out.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, giving her flesh a light swat. “You’re about to be ruined, Omega.”
Emery lets out a helpless little moan, broken and needy, and Beau spreads her open with both hands.
She’s slick as fuck, her ass twitching faintly, and my hands fist into the couch cushions as Beau spits into his palm and rubs it deliberately between her cheeks, making sure she’s wet enough to take him properly.
“Gotta slick you up,” he mutters darkly. “Not gonna tear you. Not when you’re doing so good for us.”
I feel it next: the first drag of his alpha-hard cock sliding slowly down to her tightest little hole.
The blunt head presses there, teasing and testing, and my breath punches out of me as I feel her body tense around both of us.
“Fuck,” Beau groans, voice rough and unsteady. “So fucking tight back here.”
Connor lets out a low, appreciative sound.
“Look at that ass.” He swats her again. “Christ. I’ve gotta have it next.”
“She’s nervous,” I murmur hoarsely. “I can feel it.”
Beau pauses, then lifts his head, and for one charged second, his blue eyes lock with mine—alpha to alpha—over Emery’s body, over the woman knotted to me and spread for him.
“You still want it, sweetheart?” Beau asks, voice dropping low and dangerous.
My own breath hitches.
“Yes—” Emery gasps, the words tumbling over each other. “Yes, please. Want all of you. Want it everywhere. Alpha—please—”
Beau’s restraint snaps.
“That’s my fucking girl.”
And then he thrusts.
Emery jolts violently against me, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she’s stretched wide, caught between my knot filling her cunt and Beau’s cock pushing deep into her ass.
I swear to god my vision goes white from the pressure of it.
“Jesus fuck,” I choke, my voice wrecked. “I can feel him through her.”