Chapter Forty
Emery
I’m barely inside the door before Connor has me against it, mouth on mine like he can’t wait another second.
His hands are already under my top, thumbs dragging up over bare skin, and he groans when I arch into him.
“Fuck, Omega,” he murmurs, voice hot and filthy in my ear. “You know what you do to us?”
Apparently he’s not the only one, because Theo’s already behind me, hands on my hips, mouth at my throat, his body radiating heat like his restraint’s about to snap.
“This is how we celebrate now?” I manage to say, breathless already.
Connor grins. “Win a game, fuck our girl. Seems fair.”
“Not just any game, either,” Beau’s blue eyes flash. “Now, strip.”
I’m already halfway undressed, my body humming with want, with instinct, with the bond that ties us so tightly together it’s almost unbearable; and they help me: hands sliding over skin, mouths pressing open-mouthed kisses down my spine, over my hips, my thighs.
I’m wet before I’m even fully naked. Slick coats my inner thighs, dripping down as Connor drops to his knees behind me.
He groans when he sees it.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls. “Just for us.”
“For you,” I breathe. “All of you.”
Theo kisses me, slow and reverent as his hands find my breasts, while Beau moves behind me, his big palms anchoring at my hips. And Connor—god, Connor—leans in and licks up my inner thigh.
It doesn’t take long to become chaos.
I’m spread open on the bed, slick and flushed and panting.
Theo’s lying back against the headboard, mouth parted, chest rising and falling as he watches Connor eat me out as if he’s trying to live in my taste.
Beau kneels between my thighs, one hand fisting his cock, the other holding me open as Connor’s tongue works me to the edge over and over again.
“Fuck, look at her,” Beau growls. “You see how much she needs this?”
Theo nods slowly. “I feel her. She’s on fire.”
“You want it, baby?” Connor asks, voice wrecked against my cunt. “Want all of us? Want to feel everything we’ve got?”
“Yes,” I gasp, already close. “Please. Please—”
Beau doesn’t bother asking. He grips Connor by the back of the neck and hauls him upright, switching places with a sharp tug that makes Connor laugh breathlessly as he stumbles back.
And then Beau is there: kneeling between my thighs, his broad shoulders filling my vision as his hands spread me wide.
His mouth replaces Connor’s, and there’s nothing gentle about it.
His tongue drags slow and heavy from my slick entrance up to my clit, then back again, deliberately messy, deliberately deep.
He groans when I clench.
“Fuck,” he mutters into me. “That’s it. Show me how bad you want it.”
His fingers slide through my slick and then inside me, two thick digits pushing in hard, curling just right as his mouth seals over my clit. The sensation hits all at once and I scream, hips bucking helplessly.
“Good girl,” Beau growls, voice thick with approval. “Take it. Take everything I give you.”
I barely register Connor stepping back before Theo is there.
He settles behind me on the bed, thick thighs spread wide, and pulls me into his lap like he’s been waiting for this moment. His chest presses firm to my back, one arm anchoring around my waist while the other slides lower.
His cock is already hard—so hard—slippery with precome as it nudges between my cheeks, and I feel the tremble in his breath when I shift.
“You ready, sweetheart?” he murmurs at my ear, voice wrecked and raw. “Because I’m going to help you take him.”
I shudder. “Theo—”
He cuts me off with a low groan, hand slipping between my thighs and cupping my cunt.
“You’re dripping for it,” he says, rough with praise. “You want to be filled, don’t you? Want to ride your alpha while I hold you open for him?”
I nod helplessly, already panting.
Theo moves deliberately, shifting me forward just enough to create space between our bodies as Beau lies back between us. He’s already stroking himself at the sight: cock flushed, thick and leaking, the head glistening with precum as he moves it through the mess of slick between my thighs.
“Come here,” Beau growls, eyes locked on mine. “I want to feel you now.”
But it’s Theo who takes control.
He reaches down and wraps his hand around the base of Beau’s cock, then guides it up between my legs until the head notches at my entrance.
“Take him slow,” Theo whispers, lining us all up. “Feel every inch.”
And then he pushes me down: enough for the thick, blunt head to breach me, for my body to start the slow, aching slide downward as Beau’s cock stretches me open in ways I’ll never get used to.
“Fuck,” I cry out, head dropping back to Theo’s shoulder as the stretch burns so deep, so good.
Beau groans like he’s dying.
“You’re so tight, Omega. So fucking wet. You feel that?”
Theo’s busy holding me, his thumbs digging in as he guides me further down, controlling the descent while Beau stays still beneath us.
“She’s perfect,” Theo mutters, almost to himself. “Look how she takes you.”
“Keep going,” Beau growls, barely holding on. “I want her all the way down. I want her full.”
Theo obliges. He lifts me an inch and drops me again, grinding my hips until Beau’s cock sinks to the hilt.
My scream tears free as I shake in their hands, already overwhelmed, already cock-drunk on the weight and heat and stretch of it all.
“There,” Theo pants, locking his arms around me again from behind. “There she is.”
Beau doesn’t wait. He thrusts up, hard, and my body jolts in Theo’s grip, a filthy slap of wet heat as slick spills down over Beau’s cock and onto the bed.
“She’s going to fucking soak us,” he snarls, slamming into me again. “You feel that, Theo?”
Theo groans against my neck, his cock rutting between my ass cheeks, sticky and desperate.
“I feel everything,” he grits out. “I feel how she clenches. I feel how she moans. I feel how she needs this.”
I whimper, caught between them, rocked by Beau’s brutal rhythm below and Theo’s filthy grind behind.
“She was made for this,” Beau growls. “Made for us. Made to be filled, over and over and over again.”
It's then that Theo hooks his hands under my thighs and starts thoroughly bouncing me, lifting and pressing me down to meet each practiced thrust from Beau. I sob his name, completely undone, but Theo doesn’t stop.
He keeps moving me in time with Beau’s rhythm while rutting against the cleft of my ass.
“Fucking hell: you should see this,” Connor groans, fist pumping over his cock. “This is insane.”
Theo ruts harder behind me, cock leaking as he groans.
“Gonna fuck her full next. Wanna knot her while you’re still inside her, Beau. She’ll be dripping for days.”
Beau fucks me harder, his cock slamming home again and again until he snarls, low and possessive.
“You’re so fucking perfect like this, Omega,” he hisses. “Spread wide, and full, with your slick all over me.”
Theo groans, humping himself impossibly faster between my ass cheeks, covering my skin in his alpha slick.
“Can’t wait to fill you next,” he grits, teeth at my ear. “You want that? Want both of us?”
My answer is a wrecked sob.
“She’s close,” Beau growls. “She’s going to come like this—fucked full while her other alpha humps her like a bitch in heat.”
Connor’s weight shifts on the bed, and then his presence is right there—heat and scent and thick need crowding my space. I barely have time to breathe before his hand cups my jaw, thumb pressing gently at the corner of my mouth.
“You know what I want, Omega. My favorite part. Open up that pretty mouth for me.”
My lips part instinctively, more than familiar with this dance and how much he loves to fuck my mouth, and he slides right in.
A low groan leaves him, hand tightening in my hair as my tongue moves, tasting salt and heat and alpha.
“That’s it,” Theo murmurs at my ear, breath shaking as he holds me steady. “You’re doing so good. Just like that.”
“Look at you,” Connor groans. “Our perfect little Omega.”
The sounds are obscene: wet, ragged, and desperate. Slick spills down my thighs, soaking Theo’s legs and streaking the sheets beneath us. The room smells like sex and omega and pack, thick enough it feels like breathing it in could undo anyone who walked in now.
It’s filthy.
It’s perfect.
Connor's hips flex as he fucks deeper into my mouth, the thick head of his cock brushing against the back of my throat and making me gag.
“Fuck—she’s so good. She’s so fucking good—”
“She was made for it,” Beau grits, thrusting up hard enough to knock a cry from my chest. “You feel how she clenches?”
I moan, my throat working as my body trembles, overwhelmed by sensation from every side.
“She can take more,” Beau growls. “Can’t you, baby?”
I nod frantically, mouth still full, tears pricking my eyes as my body starts to shake in warning.
The pressure behind me changes. Theo goes still for half a breath—just long enough for me to register the shift—then his hands tighten on my hips, fingers digging in like he’s anchoring himself.
“Beau,” he grits, breath breaking. “I can’t—”
“You can,” Beau snaps in interruption, thrusting roughly up into me again. “Take her.”
The command hits, sharp and absolute, and Theo growls as something in him gives way.
His hands stay firm on my hips as he shifts me forward by inches, guiding my weight down while Beau remains solid and unyielding beneath me.
Connor doesn’t pull away. There’s no chance of that. He’s hovering over us, completely gone—his toned, muscular body bowed forward and his breath ragged, his hand still locked in my hair as he follows every movement instinctively.
I can feel the tremor in him, the way his control is fraying, hips rocking helplessly as he keeps me exactly where he wants me.
“Don’t stop, Omega,” he growls hoarsely. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Theo presses closer behind me, chest to my back and his heat everywhere. My thighs spread wider over Beau’s hips as Theo settles in, his presence unmistakable now, lining everything up with care that feels reverent and feral all at once.
I feel the moment when he commits, and the sensation when he finally pushes in is overwhelming—not sharp, not painful, just too much in the best possible way.
I sob around Connor’s cock as my body stretches again, opening around Theo while Beau remains locked deep inside me, holding me full from below.
“Fuck,” Beau snarls, feeling it immediately. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”
Theo’s forehead drops to my shoulder, breath ragged.
“I can feel you everywhere,” he gasps. “You, and him, and… Jesus, Emery—”
Connor guides my mouth as his hips rock, picking up the pace again.
“Look at her,” he murmurs. “Look at what she does to us.”
Beau drives upward beneath me, forcing my body to rock in time, and every movement becomes shared. Theo holds me from behind, shifting with Beau’s rhythm as though they’ve always known how to do this together.
Each thrust from one makes the other hit deeper; each sound I make pulls them closer.
My instincts scream approval as the pack closes in.
“She’s shaking,” Beau growls. “She's close.”
Theo nods against my shoulder, barely holding on.
“She’s perfect.”
With that, Beau loses whatever control he had left.
He surges up, fucking brutal and deep, his hands locked hard around my hips as he slams into me with rut-drunk precision.
There’s no real rhythm anymore, only raw instinct and need.
His chest heaves as his growl turns feral, cut from somewhere deep and alpha, and he bares his teeth like he could rip through anyone who tried to take me.
Theo answers it immediately. Behind me, his body locks tight, cock wedged right against Beau’s as they bury themselves into the hilt. His large arms cage me in, forearms flexed beside my ribs and anchoring me in place as Beau fucks me deep enough that I scream.
The air goes thick as our scents collide, and the bond flares; violent, blinding, final.
And I feel it hit all at once.
Beau’s cock pulses deep inside as he goes rigid beneath me, his knot swelling fast as he drives it home with a hoarse shout. Theo jerks at the same time, panting into my shoulder and grinding helplessly as his own release crashes through him, body trembling with it.
They knot me together: two alphas, locking me in from both sides of my cunt while I break apart between them.
My body seizes, arching helplessly, stretched and full and wrecked, as my orgasm tears loose with a scream I can’t swallow. Slick floods down my thighs: theirs, and mine.
There’s no separation anymore. Just heat. Sound. Hands. Knot. Weight.
And the way they hold me like they’ll never let go.
“Ours,” Beau snarls hoarsely.
Theo echoes it without thinking. “Ours.”
Connor’s breath breaks above me a heartbeat later, nothing controlled left in it.
“Fuck,” he growls, the sound torn straight from his chest.
I feel him crowd closer, his presence looming as heavy and undeniable as the knots holding me open and helpless. His fingers dig into my hair like he needs to remind himself I’m real, that I’m here, that I’m his too.
“Look at you,” he rasps. “Knotted. Held. And absolutely fuking ruined.”
My body shudders at the truth of it.
“Open,” he says.
It’s not a request. It’s not even a command so much as a statement of fact. A this is what comes next.
I open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue, and Connor’s sound as he finishes is broken and feral.
Satisfaction bleeds through every rough breath, every low curse.
There’s nothing gentle in it—only dominance, pride, and the quiet certainty of an alpha taking his due, painting my lips, my tongue, my face in his release.
When it’s finally over, no one moves. I’m still held from every side: Beau beneath me, Theo behind me, and Connor close and steady above.
My breath returns slowly as hands remain firm, and grounding, and protective, and Connor presses his forehead to mine, his voice low and certain.
“Ours.”
And wrapped in them—full, spent, and safe—I know it’s true.
There’s no more playing hurt.