Chapter thirty-seven #2
He looks at Gabriel. “Fuck me, Alpha.”
Gabriel slides in behind him. I feel the moment it happens: Miles tenses, then surrenders, then groans as the alpha fills him. Now every time Gabriel thrusts, it pushes Miles deeper into me. We’re all connected in a chain.
“You feel that?” Miles asks. “You feel my cock being pushed into you by his?”
“Yes.” I can barely breathe, let alone talk.
“You want more?”
“Please. Please.”
They find a rhythm. Gabriel’s strokes drive Miles into me, every movement harder, deeper. I spread my legs wider. Take all of it.
He grabs Gabriel’s hands, guides them onto my skin. Moving them over my hips, my stomach, down the length of my thighs. “Feel her. Feel how soft she is. How good she is. What a sweet little omega she is.”
Gabriel’s touch is rough and reverent. When he touches me, I light up everywhere.
“She’s my omega,” Miles says, looking back at Gabriel. “She may be your scent match. But she’s mine. I decide what she gets. I decide who touches her. Mine.”
“Yes, Miles.” His voice is so low it rumbles through us. “She’s your omega. You have the say over her. You’re in control.” Gabriel’s lips find Miles’s shoulder. Miles shudders.
“You want him to feel these?” Miles cups my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples.
I arch into his touch. “Yes.”
“Ask him.”
“Gabriel… please. Touch me.”
Gabriel does, reaching around Miles to get to me. He groans, broken, like he’s been holding it back for years.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Lily.”
My name. First time he’s ever said it while touching me. That’s it. I can’t hold on.
Miles’s grip on my hips tightens. His brows furrow like he’s struggling. Like he might pull one of us away.
I think he might stop this.
He doesn’t.
He keeps going. He keeps letting Gabriel touch me. I climb higher.
“Miles, I can’t hold—“
“I know.” He speeds up, working me hard, every thrust grinding against my clit.
“I’m close,” Gabriel says through his teeth.
“Then come. Knot me. Give me everything, Alpha.”
He slams forward. The force pushes Miles into me, buried to the hilt, my clit crushed between us, and everything explodes.
I come so hard I forget where I am. My body locks. My hands fist the blankets. A scream rips out of me. Miles groans as Gabriel’s knot swells inside him, locking them together. They come at the same time. It rolls through all three of us.
“So fucking good,” Miles murmurs against my neck, body shaking.
We collapse. Gabriel props himself up so he doesn’t crush Miles, Miles shifts so I’m not pinned, and we settle in a tangle: Gabriel curled over Miles, Miles on top of me, all of us still joined because Gabriel’s knot isn’t letting go yet.
Nobody talks. The nest reeks of sex and sweat and all our scents smashed together. My omega is humming.
Miles mouths at my neck, lazy and soft, tongue tracing the spot under my ear that’s his. He breathes slower. Relaxes.
“I’m saying I don’t want you to go,” he whispers.
That’s the answer. The one I begged for in the hallway. He’s giving it to me now, when he can’t run—when he’s literally stuck between his alpha’s knot and my body.
“You’re mine. You should stay with me.”
My heart trips. I’m not the same person I was a minute ago.
“What about your alphas?” I ask, because it’s the question we’ve been circling.
Miles lifts his head. Looks at me, walls all the way down.
“They’ll always be my alphas. But I can learn to share them with you until they’re our alphas.
“ He swallows. “I know I can’t be everything you need. There are things you crave that I can’t give you.
But if you promise not to take them from me—that this is still my pack and they’re still mine—we can have them together. I think… I think I can do that. “
I don’t even have to wonder about it. “I don’t want to take anything from you. This is your home. Your pack. Your nest. I only want to be part of it. Not to replace you. Never to replace you.”
“Okay,” he says. “Then stay.”
Behind him, Gabriel is silent. His arms shake from holding himself still. Like one wrong move could break this.
I reach over and find Gabriel’s hand. Lace our fingers together. Squeeze.
He squeezes back.
We stay like that for a long time. Miles between us, his face buried in my neck, breathing deep and even. When Gabriel’s knot finally lets go, he slips out slow, careful. Miles shifts, rolls off, and they’re both so gentle with me my omega preens.
Miles ends up on his back, staring at the ceiling. He glances at me, then at Gabriel, then back.
“Get in the middle,” he tells me.
I blink. “What?”
“You heard me.”
I don’t move.
“Move, Stray. Middle. Now.” He’s using that tone again. Back in control.
So I listen. I slide between them, and Gabriel is all over me instantly, chest against my back, arm slung around my waist, nose buried in my hair. He starts purring before he can stop himself, deep and rough, vibrating right through my bones.
Miles watches from the other side. I see the flicker—the urge to pull me back, to growl, to claim. Which one of us I don’t know. But he fights it. Barely wins.
“If I’m going to share,” he says, “might as well start getting used to it.”
He curls against my front. His hand finds my hip, his forehead touches mine, eyes closing. Gabriel purrs behind me. Miles breathes in front of me.
We stay like that. Three people, naked, tangled in a nest that smells like all of us. Nobody talks. Outside, the light changes. The house is silent. None of us moves, because moving means going back to a world where we have to explain this. Or defend it. Or figure out what it means.
We’re still there when the front door opens.
I hear Garrett’s voice, then Cyrus’s.
Footsteps sound from down the hall. The pack room door has been open since Gabriel came in. Nobody thought to close it.
Garrett stops in the doorway. He sees me between his alpha and his omega, all of us naked, the nest a mess, the air thick with sex. His face goes from surprise to delight in under a second.
“About fucking time,” he says.
Cyrus shows up behind him. Takes in the scene. Glances at Garrett, then us.
“Hm,” he says.
Miles lifts his head and glares. “If either of you makes this weird, I’ll kill you.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Garrett says, already stripping off his jacket and climbing in behind Miles. He wraps around him and kisses the back of his neck.
Cyrus stands there for a second. Then he walks over, sits on the edge of the nest, and just puts his hand on my ankle, his thumb drawing slow circles.
Five people. One nest. The pack, complete.
Miles’s hand finds mine and squeezes. I squeeze back.
Nobody says another word. We don’t need to.