Chapter 16 #2
“It feels so good,” she panted, riding me faster now, chasing her pleasure without apology. “Feels so good to choose. To set the pace. To not have to ask permission for what I want.”
“That’s because you’re a strong omega,” Dane said from the other side. His large hand stroked down her back, grounding her, anchoring her. “You’re not meant to be passive. You’re meant to be powerful. Meant to take control when you need it.”
The words hit her hard, and I felt the emotional impact like a punch to the chest. Years of being told she was too much, too dominant, too alpha-like for an omega.
Nathan’s voice in her head saying she was wrong, broken, not a proper omega.
And here were three alphas telling her that her strength was exactly what they wanted, exactly what made her perfect.
She started crying again, but she didn’t stop moving.
Tears streaming down her face while she rode me harder, chasing her pleasure without shame, taking what she needed.
The tears mixed with sweat on her flushed skin, and I could feel the catharsis in them.
She was releasing something, letting go of the shame Nathan had beaten into her.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, thrusting up to meet her with more force. “Take it. Take everything you need. You’re allowed to want this. Allowed to enjoy it. Allowed to be exactly who you are.”
My scent-sensitivity was overwhelming now.
Every emotion she felt crashed through me in waves.
Pleasure, relief, joy, grief, desire, trust. All of it tangled together in a knot I couldn’t untangle.
I could feel every spike of her arousal, every moment of connection, every breath where she felt safe and wanted and perfect.
It was too much and not enough, drowning and flying at the same time. I’d never felt anything this intense in my life.
“Silas,” she gasped, her movements becoming less controlled, more desperate. “I’m close. I’m so close. I can feel it building.”
“Let go,” I urged, my own release coiling tight at the base of my spine. “Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you fall apart. Want to feel every second of your pleasure.”
Her orgasm hit her hard, and I felt it through our connection like it was my own.
The way her body clenched around me, impossibly tight.
The way pleasure exploded through her nervous system.
The way her mind went blank with sensation.
She cried out, her body shaking with the intensity, her nails digging into my chest as she rode out the waves.
The sensation pushed me to the edge, my knot beginning to swell at the base of my cock. I could feel it forming, responding to her orgasm, to her omega biology calling to my alpha.
“My knot,” I warned, barely able to form words. “It’s coming. Do you want it? Tell me you want it.”
“Yes,” she sobbed, still trembling from her orgasm. “Yes, please, I need it. Need to feel full again. Need to feel connected.”
She sank down fully as my knot began to swell, taking every inch of me. I watched her face as it breached her entrance, stretching her, filling her in a way that made her eyes roll back. The knot locked inside her with an audible click, and she gasped at the sensation.
“Oh god,” she whimpered. “It’s so much. So full. I can feel it pulsing.”
The pressure of the knot made her come again immediately, a second orgasm rolling through her before the first had fully faded. I felt it crash through both of us, her pleasure amplified by my sensitivity until I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began.
I followed her over the edge, my release pulsing while my knot held us locked together. Wave after wave of it, pouring into her while she trembled and gasped above me. Through my sensitivity, I could feel her satisfaction, her completion, her overwhelming sense of rightness.
“I’ve got you,” I murmured, pulling her down to collapse against my chest. She came willingly, boneless and spent, her body still twitching with aftershocks. “You did so well, sweetheart. So perfect. So beautiful.”
“Two knots,” she whispered against my chest, her voice raw. “I’ve had two knots in one night. I never... I never knew it could be like this. Never knew I could feel this complete.”
“Now you do,” I said softly, stroking her back in soothing circles. “Now you know what you’ve been missing. What you deserve. What you’ll have for the rest of your life.”
We stayed locked together, my knot pulsing inside her, keeping us connected in the most primal way possible.
I used my sensitivity to monitor her emotional state, feeling the complex mix of emotions flowing through her.
She was overwhelmed but happy, satisfied but still needy, crying but not from pain.
She was healing. I could feel it happening in real-time, feel the shame and denial being replaced by acceptance and joy. Every moment we were connected like this, every second she felt wanted and cherished and perfect, was helping to erase what Nathan had done to her.
“Can you feel it?” she asked quietly, her breath warm against my chest. “My emotions. Can you feel what I’m feeling right now?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “I feel everything you feel. That’s what being scent-sensitive means. I experience your emotions alongside my own.”
“That must be exhausting.”
“Sometimes. But with you, it’s beautiful. Even the hard emotions, even the grief and fear. It’s all beautiful because it’s real and honest and you’re letting me see all of it.”
She lifted her head to look at me, and I saw wonder in her eyes. “No one’s ever wanted to see all of me before. Nathan wanted the parts of me that were convenient and tried to hide the rest.”
“I want all of you,” I said firmly. “The strength and the vulnerability. The control and the surrender. The easy parts and the difficult parts. All of it.”
“That’s terrifying,” she admitted.
“I know. But you’re brave enough to let me see anyway.”
After a while, once the intensity had calmed and we were just holding each other while my knot kept us locked, she spoke quietly. “I want the claiming bites.”
My heart rate picked up immediately. I felt Beau and Dane both tense beside us.
“Now?” I asked carefully. “During heat?”
“Yes.” Her voice was firm, clear-headed despite the heat hormones. “I know what I’m asking for. I’ve coordinated enough emergency responses to understand permanent bonds and irreversible decisions. I want to be claimed by all three of you. And I want to claim you back.”
Dane moved closer, his hand finding hers. “Explain what you mean by claiming us back.”
“I know it’s not traditional,” she said.
“Omegas don’t usually give claiming bites.
But I’m not a traditional omega, and I refuse to be in a bond where only you three have marked me.
I want you to feel owned too. I want everyone to see my bite on your necks and know you belong to me as much as I belong to you. ”
The fierce possessiveness in her voice made my alpha practically purr. This wasn’t some meek omega asking permission. This was Sable demanding equality, demanding her place as an equal partner in this pack.
“I love that,” I said immediately. “I want your bite, sweetheart. Want to wear your mark.”
“Same,” Beau said, his voice rough with emotion. “I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
“Fuck yes,” Dane agreed. “Claim us, Sable. Make us as much yours as we make you ours.”
“So we’re doing this?” she asked, looking at each of us. “All three of you will claim me, and I’ll claim all three of you?”
“Yes,” we said in unison.
“How do we do it?” she asked. “I mean, I know the mechanics. But logistics with three alphas and one omega?”
“We take turns,” Dane said, ever the tactician. “You’re still in heat. The waves will keep coming. Silas already has you on his knot, so when it releases, we wait for the next wave. Then we do it properly. One at a time, make sure each bond forms correctly.”
“Starting with who?” she asked.
“Beau,” I said immediately. “He went first, he should get his claiming bite first. Then me. Then Dane.”
“And I bite you back each time?” She wanted the details, wanted to understand exactly how this would work. So practical, so perfectly her.
“Yes,” Dane confirmed. “At the moment of climax, we bite. The bond forms instantly. You’ll feel it, we’ll feel it. Then we move to the next alpha.”
“This is going to take hours,” she said, but there was anticipation in her voice, not complaint.
“Probably most of the night,” Beau agreed. “Heat waves usually come every hour or two. So yes, we’ll be doing this for a while. Is that okay?”
“More than okay,” she said. “I want this. I want all of you, permanently, bonded to me in a way that can’t be broken.”
“Then that’s what you’ll have,” I promised.
My knot was starting to soften, and I felt her disappointment as I carefully pulled free. She whimpered at the loss, my release dripping from her, and I had to look away from the sight or I’d be hard again immediately.
“Rest for a bit,” Dane said, pulling her against his chest. “The next wave will come soon enough. And when it does, we’ll start the claiming.”
She settled between us, and I could feel her emotions settling too. Anticipation, certainty, a bone-deep rightness about what we were about to do.
We stayed like that for about forty-five minutes. Long enough for her body to recover, for us to give her more food and water, for everyone to prepare mentally for what came next.
When the heat hit again, it was fierce. She cried out, her scent spiking so sharply that all three of us responded immediately.
“Beau,” she gasped, reaching for him. “I need you. I need your bite.”
He moved to her without hesitation, already stripping off his jeans. “How do you want to do this?”
“On my back,” she said, spreading her legs. “I want to see your face when you claim me. Want to see your face when I claim you back.”
He positioned himself between her thighs, and I felt the moment he entered her. Her relief, her pleasure, her satisfaction at being filled again.
“That’s it,” he murmured, starting to move. “That’s perfect. You feel so good, Sable.”
“Harder,” she demanded, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I need it harder. Need to feel you everywhere.”
He gave her what she wanted, his thrusts powerful and deep. I could feel her climbing toward orgasm, feel the heat building between them.
“When you’re ready,” Dane said, kneeling beside them. “When you’re both about to come, that’s when you bite.”
“I’m close,” she gasped. “So close, Beau, I’m going to...”
“Me too,” he groaned. “Sable, I’m going to claim you. Going to make you mine.”
“Do it,” she commanded. “Claim me. And I’m claiming you right back.”
They came together, and in that moment, Beau’s teeth sank into the junction of her neck and shoulder. The claiming bite. I felt the bond snap into place through my sensitivity, felt the permanent connection form between them.
And then Sable bit him back.
It was unprecedented. Untraditional. Perfect.
Beau’s eyes went wide, his whole body shuddering. “Oh fuck. Sable. I can feel you. I can feel everything you’re feeling.”
“Good,” she gasped against his neck. “Now you know what it’s like to be bonded. To be owned. To be mine.”
The claiming bites gleamed on both their necks, marks that would be visible to everyone. Proof of their bond, their commitment, their choice to be pack.