Chapter Thirty-Nine
Frankie
I swear, I don’t move for hours . And not because I’m frozen or because I’m shut down, but because I don’t have to.
Jax brings me a grilled cheese—cut diagonally, crusts off, with extra butter—without saying a word. He just sets it in front of me with a glass of water and a look that says eat this, now .
I’m stretched out on the couch, the blanket Jax tucked around me bunched at my waist. Finn’s curled behind me, warm and loose-limbed, his hand resting casually at my hip. Theo’s at my front, half-sprawled with one leg on the floor and his head propped on his palm, idly playing with the hem of my shirt between his fingers. Meanwhile, Rory’s at the end of the couch, sitting cross-legged with one of my feet in his lap, rubbing slow, steady circles into the arch.
I don’t say anything. I just take another bite of my sandwich, chew slowly, and let myself sink.
They don’t smother me. They don’t push.
They just… orbit .
Jax sits close; always watching, always steady. His bond hums quietly against mine—strong and anchoring, like a hand pressed to my ribs.
As usual, Finn’s the loudest, chattering about nonsense—memes, his brothers, a guy on the B team who apparently tried to bench-press a barbell with one arm after a few too many beers and almost needed stitches. Theo laughs along with Finn as he plays with my hair; twisting it around his fingers and humming quietly under his breath.
“I still don’t get it,” I say eventually, voice quiet. “Why her? Why do something like this?” I shake my head. “It’s not just controlling. It’s cruel.”
“Some people think they’re protecting you by tearing you down first,” Rory sighs. “Convincing you they’re the only safe choice.”
“Or that love means shaping you into something they understand,” Theo adds. His voice is soft, but there’s steel under it. “Even if they have to carve parts of you away.”
It makes my throat ache, but it’s not the words that wreck me. It’s them .
All of them.
Every Alpha I’ve ever needed, every comfort I didn’t think I could have; and I feel it.
The heat .
Not rut, or heat in the usual sense—but want.
Not for distraction, not even for comfort, but because it’s them.
Because they’re here, and I love them so much it makes my bones ache.
I shift slowly, stretching out on the couch, and four pairs of eyes track the movement.
“I don’t want to think about her anymore tonight,” I tell them.
Theo’s gaze darkens. “Okay.”
“I want something else. I want you. ” I sit up, my heart hammering. “All of you.”
Rory blinks. “You sure?”
I nod once.
“I don’t want a distraction,” I say. “I want my pack.”
*
One thing leads to another.
At least that’s what I tell myself, anyway.
I didn’t exactly plan to end up spread out on the kitchen table; but then again, I didn’t plan on bonding four alphas, on living in this town, or being a part of this this pack—
Or loving them so hard it feels like something that lives in my bones.
And I definitely didn’t plan on Theo pulling my panties down in the middle of the kitchen, patting the edge of the table, and encouraging me up with a “ Come on, sweetheart—up you go. ”
But here we are.
The wood is cool beneath my back, my thighs spread wide and open, and there’s a hand on each knee keeping me exactly where they want me.
The thing about Theo is that he’s always first. Always the most impatient, the most shameless. He’s the one settled between my thighs, his voice a constant thread of filthy praise as he teases me.
“You said you wanted your pack,” he grins.
I swallow thickly. “Yeah.”
“You sure you can take all of us, sweetheart?”
Behind him, Finn laughs—low, reverent, filthy. “She can. Look at her.”
“She’s dripping ,” Theo murmurs, fingers gliding along my inner thigh. “ Fuck , she was made for this.”
Rory’s behind me, one hand braced at the nape of my neck, the other stroking my hair back as he leans down to kiss the side of my face.
“You’re okay?” he asks softly.
“I’m perfect,” I breathe. “More than.”
Jax says nothing, but I can feel him standing close, his presence like heat and thunder. When his fingers brush along my ribs, I shiver.
“She’s shaking,” Theo smirks.
“She’s excited ,” Finn replies, already stripping off his shirt. “She’s about to be worshipped.”
Theo leans in, mouth ghosting over my inner thigh. “Then we better get started.”
I moan as his tongue slides over my cunt—slow, possessive, and totally claiming . Rory’s mouth is at my neck, Finn’s hand on my breast, and Jax’s fingers grip my hip like he’s barely holding himself back.
It’s too much, and it’s not enough.
“ Please ,” I gasp.
“Which one of us are you begging for?” Theo asks, mouth slick, voice wrecked and grinning. “Because we’re all right here, baby.”
“ All of you,” I groan.
Theo moans low in his throat and dives back in, his tongue dragging up my slit with obscene precision. He licks like he means to ruin me for every other touch. His grip on my thighs is firm and unrelenting, his thick fingers flexing as I arch, as I whimper, as I melt against the table.
He’s not gentle, he’s devoted .
Behind him, Finn’s breath stutters. I feel him—heat and reverence and tension—all coiled tight. His hips press forward against the edge of the table, and he groans softly.
“She’s shaking,” Theo growls, glancing up, lips glistening with my slick. His voice is deeper now. “She needs more .”
“She needs all of us,” Finn murmurs, leaning in—his lips finding mine, soft and reverent and desperate. The kiss is wet, messy, full of need. His tongue strokes mine with perfect rhythm, and my clit pulses in response to the synchronicity—the give and take of his kiss and Theo’s mouth between my legs.
Rory is at my side, grounding me with that heavy, steady presence I’ve come to crave. One hand cradles my cheek, the other stroking slowly through my hair as he leans close.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he says, calm and commanding. “You’re taking it all.”
The praise undoes me.
I moan into Finn’s kiss, overwhelmed and undone, then come Jax’s hands—strong and sure and devastating. He’s still fully dressed, his presence the calm in the storm. He runs his palms down my sides, calloused and careful, anchoring me back to my body. “She’s ready,” he says, voice low and quiet, like the eye of the hurricane.
I whimper into Finn’s kiss, overwhelmed and undone, then come Jax’s hands—strong and sure and devastating. The air shifts with his weight as he leans over the table and murmurs, “Hold still, baby.”
Big hands slide down the outside of my thighs, spreading me open with effortless strength. His palms press firm against the backs of my knees as he bends me wider, hips braced, my cunt fully exposed for Theo.
Theo growls. It’s a sound —deep, possessive, pure alpha hunger.
“Fucking perfect ,” he groans, and then he dives in.
His tongue is relentless—licking, sucking, curling inside me with precision that borders on divine. His fingers slip into the space Jax’s hands have made, spreading me out, keeping me open. Slick, filthy sounds fill the room, and I’m right on the edge of losing what little composure I had left.
They move like a unit; not rehearsed, but instinctive, and Theo is first to break.
“I can’t,” he mutters, voice wrecked, rising from between my legs with his mouth and chin soaked in my slick. “I need to be inside her.”
He kisses up my thigh, my hip, my stomach—murmuring reverent praise between each one—before positioning himself at my entrance.
“Let me,” he breathes. “Please, Frankie; let me feel you.”
I nod, and Theo sinks in with a groan so low it vibrates through my ribs. The stretch is perfect, and I gasp, nails clawing at the table beneath me.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls. “You’re so tight . You were made for us.”
He moves slowly and intentionally, his hips grinding deep, then pulling back just enough to make me whimper. Finn groans from behind him, his hand stroking himself absently, eyes locked on the place where Theo disappears inside me.
“She’s shaking,” Finn murmurs, wrecked.
“She’s radiant ,” Rory says, steady and quiet, like he’s reciting scripture. Then he shifts forward, his cock brushing my lips as he cradles my jaw with ridiculous tenderness.
“Just what you can take,” he tells me. “You’re in charge, Frankie. We follow your lead.”
Jax doesn’t say a word. His eyes are fire, focused and waiting as he watches my lips part around Rory’s cock, and my breath stutters. He’s warm, thick, and pulsing, and I want everything .
Theo’s rhythm turns messy as he loses himself in it. Rory’s hands move to my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my nipples as Theo’s pace stutters. He swears under his breath, and when he comes, it’s with a hoarse growl of my name, hips locked tight as he spills inside me.
He pulls out before he can lock us together, and before I can blink, Finn is moving—already between my thighs, already diving in. Rory’s cock falls from my lips with a wet pop as I lift my chin and catch sight of Finn crouching between my legs, Theo standing shakily behind him with his knotted cock held in his hand.
“Oh—oh god ,” I gasp.
“Shhh,” he murmurs, licking into me gently, reverently. “Let me clean you up, baby.”
He eats me with soft, slow laps that build fast, relentless pressure; cleaning up the mess that Theo and I made together. His nose brushes my clit, his tongue flicks and dips and circles like he knows exactly what I need, and I can barely keep my eyes open to watch him work.
“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” Theo mutters, still sounding wrecked from his own turn.
Jax shifts again, steady as ever, and presses one hand gently to my abdomen.
“Lift your hips,” he murmurs, voice rough but careful.
I obey, muscles shaking. Rory slides back into my mouth, and I moan around him, my throat vibrating with pleasure.
Rory hisses. “ Christ .”
Finn’s tongue moves in tight, perfect circles, and the hum of him—his voice, his breath—vibrates through me, and I feel the pressure building again. He slips two fingers inside and pumps them in perfect rhythm before he curls them just right, all while his mouth never leaves my clit.
And I shatter .
Pleasure crashes through me and my whole body locks. Rory moans, pulling back just in time, stroking my cheek as he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for ten minutes straight.
“She’s so good,” he murmurs. “So fucking good.”
“She’s not done,” Jax rumbles, still cradling my hips like I’m glass he wants to break and worship in equal measure.
Finn lifts his head—lips slick, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with hunger. “You okay, baby?”
I make a broken, garbled noise somewhere between yes and ruin me again.
He kisses my inner thigh, then my hip.
“My turn,” he says.
Nobody argues as Finn tugs his shorts down with one smooth motion, cock hard and flushed, leaking at the tip.
“You’ve been so good for us,” he murmurs, climbing up the table so that he can kiss me. “Now let me be good for you.”
He lines himself up and presses in slowly, inch by devastating inch, until he’s fully seated inside me. I gasp, my body arching as I clutch at his shoulders.
“ Fuck ,” he groans. “You’re… you’re perfect , Frankie.”
He starts to move—gentle at first, hips rocking in slow, controlled thrusts. His cock drags against every swollen, sensitive inch inside me. Rory is already back at my mouth, thick and heavy and pulsing against my tongue, and he lets out a low, strangled sound when I suck deeper, hand braced behind my head to keep the angle just right.
“You’re taking both of us,” Finn pants, looking down at the scene like it’s holy. “You're taking all of us. Fuck, baby. This—this is everything .”
He fucks me harder, his hips snapping against mine in a way that makes me moan around Rory’s cock. Each stroke hits something unbearable inside me—hot and slick and just this side of perfect. The table creaks, and my thighs tremble.
Rory groans. “You’re doing so well,” he murmurs. “So fucking good for us.”
Finn’s thrusts get messier and rougher as one of his hands slips between us, his fingers finding my clit again with practiced ease, circling in time with each deep roll of his cock. Between the suck of my mouth around Rory and the slap of Finn’s hips against mine, it’s all raw heat and wild noise.
“I can feel how wet you are,” Finn gasps. “You’re dripping, Frankie. All over me—fuck, I’ll never forget this.”
Rory pulls back just enough to let me breathe, hand stroking my hair as my moans break free. I’m drowning in sensation—every nerve lit up, every alpha scent and voice and touch burning into me like a claim.
“Can I—?” Finn chokes, breath ragged. “Can I come inside?”
“God— yes . Please . Finn.”
He thrusts once. Twice—
And then he’s gone.
“ Fuckfuckfuck —Frankie—”
His hips stutter, muscles locking as he spills inside me, thick and hot, buried so deep I can feel it everywhere. His head drops to my shoulder, breath coming in broken pants as he lowers himself onto his elbows. His lips brush over my jaw, my temple, my mouth.
“You’re unreal,” he whispers. “You’re ours .”
My body is still trembling when Jax steps forward. He slides his hands around my waist and gently but firmly guides me over onto my side, and then onto my stomach. I feel the table beneath my chest, the surface cool against my overheated skin, and I shiver as I shift into place.
I let him arrange me how he wants me—knees slightly spread, hips lifted just enough, but chest flat to the table.
Owned. Offered .
Rory moves with us. He strokes my cheek, leans down, and kisses my temple; then he steps back in front of me, the tip of his cock brushing my lips again.
“Open for me,” he murmurs. “One more time, sweetheart.”
I do; and behind me, Jax groans.
“ Fuck , Frankie.”
His hands settle on the curve of my ass, his huge palms spreading me wide. He takes his time, dragging his thumbs along the crease, down toward my thighs, then back up again. He kneads once, reverent and possessive, then leans forward to kiss the small of my back like it’s sacred.
“You’ve got the prettiest fucking ass,” he growls, low and wrecked. “Been thinking about bending you over like this since day one.”
And then he presses in.
The stretch is obscene . It burns in the best way, and my mouth opens wider around Rory’s cock as Jax fills me completely, hips slamming flush to my backside with a groan that shakes through his entire chest.
“You’re soaked,” he grits out. “Messy and dripping for me.”
He pulls out slow—almost to the tip—then drives back in hard.
I jolt. Moan. My legs shake as the slap of his hips against my ass echoes through the room, filthy and divine.
His pace is brutal and controlled. Each thrust angled perfectly to wreck me. He spreads my ass wider with both hands now, admiring the way I take him, the way my slick glistens between my thighs, down the backs of my legs. My lashes flutter at the sudden feel of his spit falling down the crack of my ass, and his thumb follows it, slow and deliberate, pressing in just enough to make me gasp, to make my body shudder.
Rory growls above me.
His hands cradle my jaw, his voice thick with restraint. “You're doing so good. Just a little more.”
He thrusts shallowly as Jax pounds into me from behind, the rhythm making me vibrate. My mouth is full of him, and I feel every twitch of his cock against my tongue as he nears the edge.
He mutters something—half curse, half praise—and then with a strangled sound, he pulls back just in time, spilling across my lips and tongue with a hoarse, “Fuck, Frankie— yes .”
I swallow down everything he gives me as Jax snarls behind me, slamming deeper, harder, rougher. His grip never loosens: one hand wrapped tight around my hip, the other teasing that same thumb between my cheeks again—just enough to make me cry out, to keep me on the edge.
Theo is back at my neck, whispering filth, dragging his teeth along my throat as Finn strokes my hair and squeezes my hand like I’m something breakable.
“You’re so perfect,” he breathes, kissing my knuckles. “Let him take you, baby. Let him make you his.”
All the while, Jax fucks me like he owns me; like I’m his prize, his addiction, his endgame. His hand comes down and slaps against my ass once, gently at first, then again, harder—
And I give in.
Their voices tangle in the air—moans and growls and breathless praise—as I’m flipped, pulled closer, drawn open. There’s laughter, teeth and tongues; fingers, the sharp scent of slick and the deep musk of alpha pheromones clinging to my skin like wildfire.
I am worshipped .
They treat me like a temple, and when I come again, it’s all-consuming. There are hands everywhere , and the pleasure bursts white behind my eyes. My body locks around Jax’s cock as he spills himself deep inside me, and my throat goes hoarse on a cry I can’t even form.
And then—
Warm mouths. Gentle touches. Fingers combing through my hair. Lips brushing over flushed skin. Soft, low praise passed between them like they can’t help themselves.
“You did so good, baby.”
“So proud of you.”
“We’ve got you.”
I swear, I float .
And then I laugh.
It’s breathless and broken and slightly hysterical, but they all freeze.
“Frankie?” Finn asks, brushing his thumb across my cheek. “You okay?”
I nod—barely.
“I just…” I laugh again, quieter this time. “Do you remember when I woke up in the medical room that first day? And you were all just looming over me like these terrifyingly hot giants?”
Theo grins. “How could we forget?”
“I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up there again right now,” I mumble. “Like this is all just some long, unhinged fever dream brought on by suppressant withdrawal and dehydration.”
Rory huffs a soft breath of amusement. “Pretty vivid dream, sweetheart.”
“Right?” I whisper, eyes fluttering shut as someone kisses my temple. “Only in dreams do I end up naked and knotted on a kitchen table with four perfect Alphas and no one yelling about health code violations.”
Jax’s hand curls around mine, solid and grounding. “You’re not dreaming.”
Theo presses a kiss behind my ear. “But if you are… we’d better make it worth staying asleep for.”
I smile. Because if this is a dream, I never want to wake up.