Chapter 41 Sophie
SOPHIE
Tyler kisses me senseless until we’re in my room. My body hums with anticipation, heat curling through my veins, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest.
The air is thick, heavy with their scents—cedar and leather, sun-warmed citrus, dark spice and amber. I can smell my slick, thick and musky mixing with their unique smells. Their pheromones wrap around me, pulling me deeper, drawing me under, igniting me.
Tyler sets me down on the edge of the nest, and I crawl toward its center, instinctually reaching for the blankets, the pillows, the softest, coziest pieces. I fluff, I arrange, I fidget—trying to make it perfect, trying to ground myself against the overwhelming tide of need.
My breath comes faster, and my skin pricks with awareness of the weight of their gazes on me. My body begs me to arch my back and present myself to my Alphas.
When I finally stop fussing, I realize they haven’t moved.
They stand around the nest, watching me, their eyes dark, their bodies tense with restraint. The air between us is charged, crackling with something raw and electric. My gaze flicks from Ethan to Brodie to Tyler, and I swallow hard.
“Are you coming?” My voice is barely above a whisper.
“Pretty girl, you have to ask us,” Brodies says, his voice thick with desire vibrating through the air, sinking into my skin, pooling heat low in my belly. We want you to be sure.”
They won’t take the choice from me.
The realization settles over me like a warm weight. They want me to reach for them, to claim them as much as they will claim me. It’s never been clearer—they would wait as long as it took for me to decide.
I lift my chin, my nerves washing away under the weight of my certainty.
My pack.
My Alphas.
I kneel in the center of my nest, my heart a steady drumbeat in my ears, my breath coming faster as I reach for the hem of my shirt. My fingers tremble, but not with hesitation—with anticipation. With want. With need.
Slowly, I pull my shirt and bra over my head, letting the fabric slip from my fingers, leaving me bare from the waist up. The air is thick with their scents, their pheromones wrapping around me, igniting something deep and primal in my core.
I meet their eyes as I slowly bring my hands up to touch my breasts, taking my nipples between my fingers. I moan at how good that feels, and three sets of hungry, darkened gazes locked onto me, watching, waiting.
I bring my hands down over my curves, never breaking eye contact with them.
I stand, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings, dragging them down inch by inch, baring myself to them completely. The cool air kisses my flushed skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat in their eyes, the way they drink me in.
I can feel slick run down my thigh. I know they can smell it.
I sink back into the plush softness of my nest, stretching out, bringing my knees up, letting them see all of me. “I want you,” I whisper, my voice thick with promise. “All of you, let me show you how much.”
I let my knees fall open, sinking deeper into the softness of my nest, my fingers trailing down the heated skin of my stomach, lower, until they slip between my thighs. A soft gasp escapes me as I stroke through the slick pooling there, my body already drenched in need for them.
I let one finger slide inside me, close my eyes and moan. I’m going to fucking combust if they don’t take me soon.
I don’t miss the way their bodies tense, the sharp inhale of breath as they take in the sight of me—open, needy, drenched in my desire. How my scent is driving them crazy.
They’re all barely holding back, their need a tangible force in the air, thick and heavy. A very feminine part of me revels in this power they’ve given me.
I lift my fingers, glistening with my own slick, letting them see—see how much I want this, how much I want them.
“Look at me,” I whisper, meeting each of their eyes in turn, my voice thick with desire. “See how ready I am for you and only you. I need you. In every way. Forever.”
Brodie is the first to move. My breath catches as he reaches for me, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me under him. His gaze is full of heat, longing, desire, and affection. I’m completely lost in that look.
Tyler and Ethan crawl in behind him and surround me, touching me and letting me know they are there.
Ethan bends his head to run his tongue up the length of my neck and graze his teeth over the spot where my pulse beats. The possession in that gesture makes me moan “Alpha,” I moan, throwing my head back and arching my neck closer to his teeth. Wanting.
My body is winding tighter and tighter as hands are sliding down to my ass, pulling me flush against the solid heat of him. He groans low in his throat, rutting against me, “Fuck, pretty girl, you feel so good,” his arousal is thick and undeniable through the fabric, still separating us.
“Sophie,” he murmurs, his voice like gravel and honey. His fingers are digging into my flesh. Then suddenly, I’m flipped as he settles me astride him, his hands roaming greedily up my curves.
His grip is firm as he fists my hair, tugging me down into a kiss that’s all teeth, tongue, and raw possession.
The slide of his tongue against mine is deep, demanding, stealing every breath I have left. My hips move on instinct, grinding against the rigid length of him, my body desperate, aching for more.
The friction against my clit has me gasping into his mouth, the need clawing at me unbearable. My pussy clenches around nothing, greedy for his knot, for all of them.
But he’s still wearing too many clothes.
“Take off your clothes, Alpha,” I pant, tugging at the button of his jeans, desperate to feel him, to have every inch of that honey-gold skin against mine, to be bathed in his scent.
He hums, his scent deepening, eyes dark with amusement. “So eager for my cock, pretty girl.” He drops his hands to the hem of his shirt, deliberately slowing his movements as he peels his shirt off, the muscles beneath shifting beautifully in the dim light.
I barely have a second to appreciate the sight before he stands, towering over me, his hands going to his belt. My breath catches as he unbuckles it, the button pops open, and the zipper drags down.
His thick length juts free from his jeans, hot and hard, and my thighs instinctively press together at the sheer size of him.
Then he’s back on me, pressing me down into the nest, his weight sinking into me, and I can do nothing but arch into him, desperate and wanting. His hands roam over my body, claiming every inch of bare skin, his touch both possessive and reverent.
He drags his lips down my throat, his tongue tracing heat along my pulse before biting down just hard enough to make me gasp.
“You’re gonna be so good for us, aren’t you?” he murmurs, voice thick with lust, his breath hot against my skin. His hand trails lower, fingers teasing where I’m already dripping for him. “Taking all of us, just like you were meant to.”
I whimper, my hips shifting, needing more, needing him. I can feel him at my entrance, thick and heavy, teasing me, making me writhe beneath him.
“Please, Brodie,” I whisper, voice thick with need. “I need you.”
His low, pleased growl sends a shiver down my spine. “That’s my good girl,” he rasps, pressing forward, stretching me open inch by inch until he’s seated so deeply I feel like I might break apart.
The burn melts into pleasure, the fullness stealing my breath, and I grip his shoulders, anchoring myself as he begins to move.
Slow, deep strokes push the air from my lungs, his body pressing me further into the nest with every thrust. I clutch at him, nails scraping against his skin, pleasure pooling in my belly with every deliberate slide of his cock against my walls.
The weight of his body, his scent surrounding me, the raw power behind every movement—it’s all-consuming. It’s everything.
My body is on fire, desperate and greedy, needing more. “Brodie,” I gasp, voice wrecked with need. “Faster…I—more…fuck me.”
His growl vibrates against my skin, low and primal, and then he’s giving me exactly what I need.
His thrusts grow harder, deeper, slamming into me with a force that shatters my breath, each one claiming me, unraveling me.
The thick swell of his knot presses against my entrance, teasing, stretching, promising everything.
And then it hits me.
My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, dragging me under, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain. My back arches, my nails digging into his back as my pussy clenches around him, gripping him like I never want to let go.
Sparks dance behind my eyelids, my whole body trembling as I come apart beneath him, my cries lost in the thick, heady air of the nest.
Brodie curses, his movements faltering, his grip on me tightening as he buries himself deep, the thick pressure of his knot locking him inside me, sealing us together. His release floods me, scorching and unrelenting, the sensation so raw, so devastatingly intimate that I feel like I’m unraveling.
His mouth is at my neck in an instant, his breath hot and ragged against my sweat-slicked skin before he bites down—hard. This time, he draws blood, and I scream as a second orgasm tears through me, flooding my senses, making my womb and pussy contract in pure fucking pleasure.
I feel the hot gush of my release flood over my thighs as my body jerks up into Brodie’s body over and over, at the mercy of my pleasure which thrums like electricity through my veins.
The pain sparks through me, sharp and electric, primal and soul-binding.
Euphoria tears through me, my entire body locking up as yet another orgasm slams into me, violent and consuming.
My moan is pulled out of me as he licks over the mark, soothing it even as the bond between us ignites, burning through my veins like wildfire.
And I feel it—everything that he is: the pulse of his release, the shuddering pleasure of taking me, the euphoria of knowing I am his. Beneath it, an unshakable, all-consuming love purrs down the bond, lighting me up from the inside out.
It crashes into me, sweeping me under, drowning me in warmth, devotion, and a need so deep it becomes a part of me.
Brodie groans, his body trembling above mine, his hands gripping me like he’ll never let go. He’s still moving, still grinding, pushing his knot as deep as it can go. His lips brush against my temple, his breath coming in uneven pants as he whispers, “Fuck, Sophie…sweet girl.”
A singular thought consumes my mind. I need to claim him, solidify this connection, and show him that I am his just as much as he is mine. I lift my head, tilt my mouth to the base of his throat, and sink my teeth in.
Brodie’s entire body locks up, a guttural sound tearing from his chest as his arms clamp around me, his cock jerking inside me, knot expanding further, stretching me even further as the pleasure surges between us in an unbreakable loop.
A fresh wave of joy rushes through me, down the bond, wrapping around us like a cocoon. His pleasure, his pride, his overwhelming love—they all slam into me at once, and I whimper against his skin, overwhelmed, lost in the storm of it.
We are one. Bonded.
I’m floating, weightless in the aftermath, my body spent, my heart still hammering, every inch of me drenched in his scent, his love. Brodie’s arms tighten around me, his nose nuzzling against my cheek, his voice thick and hoarse with emotion as he murmurs, “Mine. Always.”