Chapter 31 Brodie
brODIE
It’s been a day and a night. Sophie has had us all so many times that I can barely tell where she ends and we begin. I only know one thing for sure.
Sophie is ours.
I knew it before, in the quiet way her scent settled into my bones, in the way my Alpha recognized her as something precious long before I was ready to admit it.
But now, nestled deep in the center of her nest, surrounded by the warmth of her body and the tangled scents of all three of us, it’s undeniable.
She’s tucked against me, skin flushed, body burning with the fever of her heat. The room is thick with her scent, sweet and intoxicating, calling to every Alpha instinct I have until I feel half-feral with the need to take, to claim, to satisfy every desperate whimper that leaves her lips.
Tyler is behind her, his face buried in her hair. He presses soft, reassuring kisses against the nape of her neck, mostly still asleep. Ethan kneels at the edge of the nest, his jaw tight, his hands flexing at his sides as he watches us with dark, hungry eyes.
She’s been like this for hours, caught in the haze of need, trembling with every wave of heat that crashes over her.
We’ve kept her comfortable, kept her fed, kept her sated—but it’s not enough. Nothing will ever be enough, not until we’ve given her everything until she’s finally claimed the way she was meant to be.
Her fingers curl in the blankets beneath her, and I know another wave is coming before she even speaks. The way her body presses tighter against mine, her thighs squeezing together, the way her breath catches.
“Brodie…” Her voice is soft and needy, her lips parted as she turns into me, seeking. “Please, Alpha.”
That one word unravels me.
I grip her hips, rolling her onto her back, caging her beneath me as my mouth claims hers. The kiss is deep and possessive, her taste melting into me as I swallow the little whimper that spills from her throat.
Beneath me, she arches, pressing closer, her hands fisting in my hair, desperate and wild.
Tyler is still next to her, his lips brushing against her shoulder, murmuring soft, teasing words that make her tremble. “So sweet like this, Omega. Always so eager.”
Ethan moves into the nest, his presence an unshakable force, his desire thick and jutting. I can feel his rut through the bond, being brought on by our Omega, our mate.
I shift to the side, my own body still pulsing with my own need to knot her again.
He kneels between her spread thighs, his broad shoulders tense, muscles flexing as he hovers over her, his weight resting on his arm. He’s so large compared to her. We all are.
His hands are large as they glide over Sophie’s stomach, his fingertips dragging up her damp skin, leaving a slow, burning trail that makes her arch.
His palm finally rests at her throat, not squeezing, just tilting, forcing her chin up so she has no choice but to meet his gaze.
“Look at me,” he commands, his voice a low growl, rough with want but laced with something deeper, something undeniable.
Sophie’s pupils are already blown wide, her lips parted, her body still trembling from the last waves of pleasure, but she obeys without hesitation. Her green eyes, glazed with heat and lust, flick up to meet his, and the second she does, something shifts.
“Yes Alpha…”
Ethan’s grip tightens ever so slightly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin at her pulse point.
“You’ve taken them so well, haven’t you, Omega?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with approval, with possession. His free hand skims lower, fingers teasing along the inside of her thigh, spreading her wider beneath him. “Do you want to take me again?”
A whimper escapes her, her hips tilting instinctively toward him, chasing his touch.
Ethan smiles, but there’s no humor in it.
Only control. Only dominance. Lost to his Alpha, “You’re going to take me now,” he continues, dragging his fingers along her slick folds, testing her, teasing her, making her squirm.
“And you’re going to be ready for me. No holding back.
No hesitation. Because once I’m inside you, Sophie, I’m not stopping until I fill you with my knot again.
And then, sweet girl, you're going to take all of us.”
She gasps, her hands grasping at his arms, nails digging in as she nods frantically, her need so thick it makes my own body tighten.
Ethan hums in satisfaction, dragging his mouth along the column of her throat before biting—not hard, not breaking skin, but enough to make her feel it, to make her know what’s coming.
“Good girl,” he breathes against her skin. “Now, open up for me.”
The command from her Alpha has her spreading her legs wide without hesitation. Tyler and I each grab a bent knee, holding her open, restraining her just enough to let the pressure build, to let her feel how helpless she is beneath us.
The sensation lights her up. A desperate whimper escapes her lips, her body trembling as she turns her head toward me, her lips just a breath away from mine.
She is desperate, slick coating her thighs, my own seed and Tyler’s running down her thigh. Her scent, thick and intoxicating, calling to every primal instinct inside me.
She’s not just asking—she’s pleading, surrendering, her body begging to be filled, to be knotted, to be taken apart and put back together by the only Alphas she’ll ever need.
Ethan growls low in his throat, his fingers tracing up her thigh, skimming the soft skin there, just teasing, just enough to have her arching toward him. “Tell us, Sophie,” he says, his tone rough, demanding. “Tell us what you need.”
Her lashes flutter, her breath hitching, her thighs trembling as she looks at us; at me, pushing against my hand on her knee. Her gaze is wild and dazed, her Omega instincts entirely in control now. Her lips part, and when she speaks, it’s not shy, not hesitant. It’s raw.
“Fuck me,” she breathes.
Fuck.
Ethan doesn’t ease into it—he takes her. His grip is bruising as he grabs her hips and lifts her up to meet his thick head and, in one rough thrust, drives deep inside her, burying himself to the hilt with a growl so deep it vibrates through her bones.
There’s no hesitation, no softness—just pure, unrelenting possession. He fucks her hard, fast, his hips slamming against hers with a force that steals the breath from her lungs.
He ploughs into her with long, deep thrusts that send her over the edge. I can tell by the look on his face that he is lost to what she feels like coming undone around you.
Every thrust drives her deeper into the mattress, her body arching, helpless against his pace. One of his hands fists in her hair, pulling her head back so he can growl against her ear.
“You’re so good, taking what I give you, Omega. Every inch. Every stroke.” His other hand glides up her hip, pulling her into his thrusts, his rhythm punishing, relentless—dominant.
She’s writhing and panting beneath him, begging for release.
I lean down to run my tongue over her cheek. “Tell me, Omega,” I murmur against the shell of her ear. Tell me what you need.”
Her head tips back, her body arching with want. “I want you all,” she moans.
Ethan, understanding what she wants, shifts their position so she is on all fours. She’s stunning like this, lost in pleasure, her Omega instincts in full control as she surrenders to us completely. And fuck, she’s perfect.
Ethan immediately sinks himself inside of her again, and she keens and arches back into him.
I cup her jaw, tilting her face toward me, my hand fisting my cock, needing to taste her, to remind her that she belongs to all of us. “Open for me, sweetheart,” I murmur, and she does, her lips parting just as I press my cock against them.
Her tongue flicks out, tasting the bead of precum at my tip, and then she moans, taking me deeper, her mouth hot and wet as she sucks me in. My head drops back, a curse slipping from my lips as she moves, her hands gripping my thighs, nails biting into my skin as she swallows around me.
Ethan surges inside her again, the movement forcing her deep on my cock. I can’t fucking breath at how good it feels. I reach up to squeeze her perfect breasts as she sucks and flicks on my cock to the rhythm of Ethan’s thrusts.
She whimpers, pushing back against him, her body begging for more. “Yes,” she gasps, her nails digging into my arms as she clings to me. “Please, Ethan. Knot me.”
“Not yet, love,” he says, pausing, holding her hips still. His breath is ragged. He looks up at Tyler, a question in his eyes that has Tyler shifting to lie beneath Sophie. His long length is at the apex of her sex, where she and Ethan are joined.
“Think you can handle both of us, Omega?” His voice is a low growl, full of command, full of promise.
Sophie shudders, pulling off me, her lips parted, her breath coming in uneven gasps as she nods. It’s not enough. Ethan smirks, running his thumb over her bottom lip. She tilts her head to the side so she can see him and presses just enough to part them further.
“You have to say it,” he murmurs.
Her tongue flicks out, grazing the pad of his thumb, and fuck if that doesn’t make my cock twitch in anticipation. Her voice is breathy, dripping with need.
“Yes, Alpha. I can take it.”
Tyler groans underneath her, his hands already gripping her waist, thumbs digging into the soft curves of her hips. “Fuck, sweetheart, we’re gonna stretch you so good,” he promises, his voice thick with anticipation.
I watch the moment her face changes as Tyler begins to work his cock into her pussy until she has two Alpha cocks sliding in and out of her.
Ethan's grip tightens just a fraction before he releases her, watching as she braces herself, as she offers herself to us, completely undone by heat and instinct and the need to be filled.
And then, as one, they move. Setting a tandem rhythm that has Ehan pulling out as the Tyler slides in. I think it’s the hottest fucking thing until her perfect mouth is settling on me again and working me up and down, taking me deep.
A deep, rumbling growl escapes Tyler, and then he’s surging forward, pumping into her without mercy, lost to his rut.
Sophie cries out, her body trembling as he stretches her open, his hands keeping her steady as he rocks into her with slow, measured strokes. And Ethan is following right behind. Fuck, she’s perfect.
Ethan thrusts harder, groaning as he grips her hips, pulling her back against him in a punishing rhythm.
“Sophie,” he growls, his voice tight with restraint. “You feel so good, Omega. So damn perfect.”
Sophie’s moans vibrate around my cock, her tongue working me with desperate hunger, and I struggle to hold myself together. She’s so fucking good, taking all of us at once, her body made to be worshiped by her Alphas.
I fist her hair, guiding her movements, not forcing but keeping her close as I thrust shallowly into her mouth.
“That’s it, love,” I groan, watching as her eyes flutter closed, lost in the pleasure of being filled. “You’re doing so well. Taking us so well.”
Ethan’s movements become more erratic, his grip tightening on her hips as he slams into her with rough, claiming thrusts.
“Gonna knot you, Sophie,” he warns, his voice strained with need. “Gonna fill you up. Make sure you know who you belong to.” Each word said with a thrust of hips.
“Please,” she begs, before sucking my cock back into her mouth.
With a guttural growl, Tyler and Ethan drive deep, their knots swelling inside her, locking into her, keeping them in place as their come spills into her, claiming her the only way an Alpha can.
Sophie chokes around me, her body shuddering as she falls apart between us, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.
Her slick coats Ethan’s thighs and spills onto Tyler. Her muffled cries of pleasure vibrating around my cock, pushing me closer, closer—
With a roar, I come in her mouth, and Sophie drinks down every drop, my pulsing cock filling her mouth as she sucks on my swollen knot.
Ethan groans, holding her tight as he collapses against her back, his breaths ragged. “Fuck,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “You’re unbelievable.”
I brush my thumb over her lips, tracing the sheen of my release before she licks it clean, making my cock twitch despite the spent exhaustion weighing me down.
Sophie lets out a soft, exhausted sigh, her body sinking into the nest as if it’s the only thing keeping her grounded.
I can still feel the shivers running through her, the last remnants of pleasure leaving her utterly spent.
Tyler and Ethan are still nestled deep inside her, their knots holding her in place, anchoring her between them. I watch as her lashes flutter, heavy with exhaustion, her body lax, boneless, and utterly ours.
She hums sleepily, nuzzling against Tyler’s chest, her fingers weakly curling around his arm. “You’re all so warm,” she murmurs, her voice slurred with exhaustion. “Feels…safe.”
“You are safe,” I murmur, stroking my hand down the curve of her hip, soothing. “We’ve got you, Omega.”
She lets out a contented sigh, her body pressing even closer. Resting her cheek on Tyler’s chest. “I’m tired…so sleepy,” she breathes, voice barely above a whisper. “I feel…full.”
Tyler chuckles, the sound deep and rough with satisfaction. “That’s because you are full, sweetheart.”
Sophie lets out a giggle, but it quickly melts into a sleepy moan as Ethan shifts slightly, pressing deeper.
“No more,” she whines, though there’s no real protest in her tone, just the drowsy remnants of bliss. “Too much.”
Ethan presses a kiss to the back of her neck, his fingers skimming lazily down her spine. “Shh, just rest. We’re not going anywhere.”
I reach for her hand, lacing my fingers with hers, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Sleep love,” I murmur. “We’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Sophie exhales softly, her body melting between us, completely spent and completely safe. The scent of her satisfaction, rich and sweet, is thick in the air, wrapping around us like a promise.
We shift together, tucking her in, keeping her warm, keeping her ours.
Her heat seems to be fading, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep without her tucked into my side again.