Chapter 42 Sophie
SOPHIE
Ibarely have time to catch my breath before I feel them—Tyler and Ethan.
They never left the nest. Their hands never stopped touching me, stroking over my heated skin, their presence anchoring me through the storm of my claiming. But now, their touches shift—no longer just grounding, no longer just comfort.
Now, their hands are possessive, demanding. Their scents thicken around me, the air growing heady with the unmistakable charge of Alphas ready to claim what’s theirs.
Brodie’s knot finally pulls free with a deep, satisfied groan, and before I can even catch my breath, he’s turning me, guiding me until I’m on all fours, my body pliant and trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.
He strokes a heavy hand down my spine, fingers spreading possessively over my ass before gripping firmly, parting me slightly, running his hands and fingers through my wetness and slipping two inside. I shudder, a whimper slipping past my lips as I clench around him.
“Sweet little Omega,” he groans, his voice rough, drenched in approval and satisfaction. “So sweet, so good for us. So ready for more. Go to him. Let your Alphas claim you.”
Pulling out his fingers, he moves to lounge against the edge of my nest, worn out but still stroking himself. I know he could go again. I can feel it in the bond, how much he wants me, even sated.
But I lift my head, dazed and spent, driven by instinct, by the need that pulses between my legs, the ache inside me demanding to be filled again. My gaze locks onto Ethan, and my breath catches.
His pupils are blown wide, his dark eyes swirling with barely leashed hunger.
The muscles in his jaw flex, his control fraying at the edges.
But his scent gives him away—his desire flooding the space between us, wrapping around me in an intoxicating wave of cedar and spice, dominance and restraint warring inside him.
Behind me, I feel Tyler lightly run his hands up my calves to my thighs, he growls low in his throat, his restraint just as strained. “Look at you, Omega,” he murmurs, his voice thick with heat, his fingers gripping the back of my thighs. “So fucking desperate for it. You want him, don’t you?”
A whimper escapes me, my body swaying toward Ethan, my thighs clenching against the ache between them. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice pleading. “I need him.”
Ethan exhales sharply, his composure cracking, and suddenly, he’s moving.
One strong hand grips the back of my neck, pulling me toward him with the kind of control that sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
His lips crash against mine—hot, demanding, consuming.
I melt into him instantly, my fingers threading into his hair, my body desperate to be closer, to take more.
His other hand moves to my hips, dragging me forward onto his lap. I gasp as my knees spread around him, my slick coating the thick, rigid length pressing against my swollen folds. His fingers dig into my skin, spreading me open for him, positioning me exactly how he wants.
“You want your Alpha’s cock, little Omega?” His voice is a deep, rough command, each word dripping with dominance.
“Yes, Alpha,” I whimper, my voice trembling with need.
His composure fractures completely, his breath ragged against my throat as he grips himself, the thick head of his cock sliding against my clit, slow and torturous.
The friction is maddening, a tease that has my hips shifting, seeking more, but Ethan holds me firm, his grip on my neck tightening just enough to make me still.
“Stay still,” he growls, his command vibrating through me, making my body hum with anticipation. “I’ll give you what you need when I’m ready.”
I whine, the sound pure Omega desperation, a plea wrapped in submission. Tyler curses under his breath at the sound, his hands gripping my wrists, pulling them behind my back as he bends his head and licks the place where Brodie claimed me.
A shiver runs down my spine, my body reacting instantly, my pussy clenching around Ethan’s cock as a moan of pure, unfiltered lust spills from my lips.
Brodie shifts closer. His amber eyes are dark and hungry, watching me like I’m the sweetest fucking thing he’s ever seen, like he’s already planning his next move—how he’s going to wreck me all over again.
Ethan nudges the tip of his cock inside me, just enough to stretch me open before pulling back, a cruel, teasing slide that has my thighs trembling.
I try to take him deeper, to slide down onto him, to finally feel the full length of him buried inside me, but his grip tightens at my nape, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
“Please,” I whimper, my voice high, needy, broken.
The sound is so raw, so perfectly Omega, I see the way it affects all of them—Tyler’s fingers flex at his sides, his jaw clenched tight. Brodie lets out a low, rumbling growl, his pupils blown wide with lust.
Ethan tilts my chin up, his thumb brushing over my lower lip, his smirk dark, knowing. “You sound so pretty when you beg,” he murmurs, voice dripping with control. “Go on, baby. Beg for me to claim you.”
I shudder, my whole body wound so tight I feel like I might snap apart. “Please, Alpha. I need you. I need you to fill me, to claim me. I can’t wait anymore.”
Ethan curses, his restraint shattering as he grips my hips with both hands and drives me down onto his cock in one hard, deep thrust. He’s so big, I feel the pressure deep, deep inside me.
I cry out, my head falling back as he fills me completely, stretching me wide, overwhelming and perfect all at once.
“That’s it, little Omega,” he groans, his grip bruising, his cock buried so deep I swear I feel him everywhere. “Take me. Take your Alpha.”
And I do—because there is no world, no moment, no reality where I wouldn’t.
“Fuck, Sophie,” he groans, his grip flexing on my hips. “You feel so fucking good. So tight, so perfect.”
I sob out a moan, moving against him, my body seeking out the friction, the depth I need. He lets me set the pace momentarily, but then his control breaks entirely.
“Mine,” he growls against my skin before driving into me, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm that steals the breath from my lungs.
His hands grip my hips, driving so deep I can feel him at my womb.
Behind him, Tyler watches, his gaze dark and hungry, his hands stroking down my back, my sides, my stomach, reaching down to where Ethan slides in and out of me, never quite touching where I need him.
“Please…” I whine, needing him to touch me to send me over the edge. But he holds back, moving his hand up to pinch my nipple. “You’re taking him so well, pretty girl,” he murmurs, his voice molten heat. “But you’re not done yet, are you?”
My head shakes frantically, my hands held behind me in one of Tyler’s, nails digging into my palm as pleasure wracks my body. “No, no, I—need you, too,” I gasp, arching up, trying to get closer, trying to take more.
Tyler smirks, his fingers tracing over my stomach, down between my thighs, teasing at the place where Ethan is buried deep inside me. “Then be a good girl and take us both.”
Ethan groans at the suggestion, his hips snapping harder, faster as if the thought of it alone sends him closer to the edge. Tyler shifts behind me, and I feel the press of his body, his heat against my back, the undeniable presence of him.
“Tell me you want it, Omega,” Tyler breathes against my ear, licking the shell of it, making me tremble. “Tell me you want to be completely filled. That you want both your Alphas inside you.”
My mind is foggy with pleasure, my body a desperate, writhing mess between them. I don’t even hesitate.
“Yes!” I cry. I need it, his heat, I’ve never had anyone back there before. “I want it—I want all of you.”
A deep, satisfied growl rumbles in Ethan’s chest, his pace faltering, his body shaking against mine.
“Good girl,” he rasps, pulling me down against his chest as he stills inside me.
His cock pulses deep, filling me completely, his knot hovering at the joining point.
His grip is firm but reverent as if he never wants to let go.
My ass is raised in the air, leaving me open and vulnerable, and I barely have time to catch my breath before I feel Tyler come up behind me, his hands trailing slowly down my back, from the curve of my neck to the dip of my spine before settling on the soft flesh of my ass.
A shiver runs through me, anticipation curling low in my belly.
“This angle is better for him,” Ethan murmurs against my temple, his voice low and thick with need.
I gasp as Tyler gathers my slick on his fingers, rubbing slow, teasing circles at my untouched entrance. His touch is patient, steady, igniting something raw and primal inside me.
“Easy, baby,” he soothes, pressing a soft kiss between my shoulder blades. “I won’t hurt you.”
The first press of his finger is firm but deliberate, stretching me with a slow, almost unbearable precision.
The sensation is foreign at first, a deep, insistent pressure that makes my breath hitch, but then Ethan begins to move again, his thrusts long and deep, dragging against every sensitive nerve inside me, and suddenly, I’m lost in the pleasure, gasping as my body adjusts to the overwhelming fullness.
Tyler works me open carefully, his fingers moving faster, pressing deeper. His strokes are in sync with Ethan’s, coaxing my body into accepting him, making me tremble and whimper as slick drips down my thighs.
Then, Tyler is lining himself up, his hands gripping my waist as he pushes in behind me, slow and controlled, letting me feel every inch of him as my body stretches around the impossible fullness. The burn is sharp, almost too much, but it melts into pleasure so potent I swear I see stars.
The thick head of his cock breaches me with a single, agonizingly slow thrust, and then—he’s fully seated inside me, his hips flush against my ass.
Tyler gasps, his fingers digging into my flesh, his control hanging by a thread. “Fuck—don’t move, baby. You feel so fucking good. So tight. I’ll knot you right now if you don’t stop.”
His voice is strained, like he’s holding back everything in him not to lose himself completely. But then he’s moving. And the pleasure is so potent I push back against him, hungry for more.
Ethan groans beneath me, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath ragged. “Fuck, baby, you’re so squeezing my cock so hard.”
His hands tighten around my hips as he thrusts up into me, his movements growing more desperate.
They move in sync, their hands gripping, guiding, their mouths branding me with kisses, their voices murmuring filth and praise in my ears. The pressure builds fast, and the overwhelming pleasure of it is all too much, too good. My release barrels toward me, a tidal wave I can’t escape.
“I’m gonna—please, knot me!” My words are cut off on a shattered moan, my body clamping down on them both as I shatter apart, my vision going white, my limbs trembling.
Tyler curses, his thrusts turning erratic, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I know I’ll feel the bruises tomorrow. “Fuck, Soph—knot you—claim you.” His voice breaking apart with the sheer force of his need, and I can feel it, feel the way his cock swells, stretching me impossibly full.
Ethan follows, his body trembling against mine, his grip bruising as he locks me in place. One hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to expose the delicate skin of my throat.
His breath is hot against my pulse, his teeth grazing over the sensitive spot right where Brodie’s mark already sits. A low growl rumbles from his chest, vibrating through me, sending a fresh wave of slick between my legs.
“Mine,” he growls, the single word filled with absolute possession, absolute devotion. And then he bites down.
The moment his teeth sink into my flesh, the world tilts, the bond slamming into place with the force of a tidal wave. It’s blinding—heat and pleasure and something much deeper washing over me all at once.
Tyler follows, his knot locking inside me as he sinks his teeth into my other shoulder, his growl vibrating through my bones. His release spills into me, hot and thick, his entire body shaking against mine.
The moment his mark takes, the bond floods me again, a second wave crashing into me with such force it steals my breath.
I feel everything—Ethan’s unshakable strength, Tyler’s fiery passion, Brodie’s steady, unwavering love. It’s like my body can’t contain it all, every nerve in me sparking with pleasure so intense I nearly sob.
I cry out, my body tightening, clenching around them both as I’m thrown into another climax, this one different—deeper, more profound, something that reaches past the physical and into my very soul.
And through it all, I know.
I feel it.
I belong to them, just as they belong to me. There is no more doubt, no more fear, only this unbreakable bond tying us together forever.
Ethan’s hand tilts my chin up, his golden gaze molten. “Bite me back, baby,” he orders. “Make it real.”
And I do.
I sink my teeth into Ethan’s neck right below his pulse, tasting him, binding him to me as they groan, their bodies shuddering, their knots pulsing deep inside me.
Tyler tugs at my hair, and I release Ethan, blinking as waves of pleasure consume me.
“Bite me,” he orders me, no room for argument, offering his forearm.
And I do so, drawing blood, growling with the force of the pleasure consuming me.
The bond snaps into place—sharp, unbreakable, consuming.
And I am theirs.
Forever.