Chapter 34
Thirty-Four
FRANCINE
Three Months Later
The forest is beautiful today as I walk between Elias and Rowan, my hands clasped in theirs. It’s a peaceful day while Kieran and Drake are out with Nora at a park.
The fresh air fills my lungs, and I can’t help but smile at the simple pleasure of being able to walk without crutches, without pain shooting through my ribs with every step. Three months of careful healing, of being coddled and protected by four alphas have left me feeling restless being at home.
“How are you feeling? Think you can keep going?” Elias asks, his amber eyes studying my face behind his rectangular glasses. His thumb traces gentle circles on the back of my hand.
“Good,” I say, squeezing his hand. “Better than good, actually. I think this is the longest I’ve walked without needing to stop.”
“That’s amazing, sweetheart,” says Rowan, meeting my eyes.
His deep voice sends a flutter of desire through my belly.
All the alphas have been super careful with me since the accident, treating me like I’m made of glass.
It’s sweet but frustrating. I’m an omega with needs, and these past months of celibacy have been torture.
Living in a house with four virile alphas who won’t touch me beyond chaste kisses and gentle caresses has left me permanently horny for them.
And fingering myself at night doesn’t relieve the ache, especially with my pregnancy hormones taking over.
“This path is beautiful,” I say, eyes tracking a butterfly that darts between wildflowers. “I can’t believe it’s on your property.”
“Our property,” Elias corrects gently, bringing my hand to his lips. “This is your home now, Francine.”
The past three months have been a strange limbo.
After I chose to stay, things between Kieran and me changed.
The walls came down, and gradually I found myself becoming part of their pack in a way that feels real, solid.
But there’s still something missing—the final connection that would make me truly theirs. To be marked forever by them.
We find a fallen log that makes a perfect bench. Elias pulls a water bottle from the small pack he’s carrying, while Rowan sits beside me, his solid warmth a comfort against my side. I take a long drink, suddenly aware of how thirsty I am.
Elias kneels in front of me, his eyes soft as they rest on the small swell of my stomach. “May I?” he asks, his hand hovering near my belly.
“Of course,” I say, nodding as warmth spreads inside of me. His long, elegant fingers rest gently against the curve of my stomach, and I can feel the reverence in his touch.
“You’re starting to show,” he says, his voice filled with awe. “Our little pup is growing.”
The possessive ‘our’ makes my omega instincts purr with satisfaction.
All four alphas have been this way since finding out about the baby.
They’ve been intensely protective, almost worshipful of my changing body.
Drake constantly brings me snacks, Kieran researches pregnancy obsessively, Rowan has already started building a crib, and Elias keeps a detailed journal of every development.
I already know they’re going to be amazing and attentive fathers.
“You make a very cute pregnant omega,” Rowan says, his arm sliding around my shoulders. His lemon scent mingling with Elias’s warm peanut butter aroma creates a cocoon of alpha pheromones that makes my head swim pleasantly.
I smile, leaning into his solid chest. “I can’t wait to meet the baby.”
The moment of peace is broken by a distant rumble of thunder. We all look up simultaneously to see dark clouds rolling in over the treetops, much closer than they appeared when we set out.
“Shit,” Elias mutters, pushing his glasses up his nose. “That storm wasn’t supposed to hit until tonight.”
Fat raindrops begin to patter through the leaves above us, quickly increasing in frequency and force. Within seconds, the gentle shower turns into a downpour that has us scrambling to our feet.
“The house is too far,” Rowan says, his voice raised over the roar of the rain. “We need to find shelter.”
“There’s a small cave not far from here. We can wait out the worst of it there,” says Elias, picking me up in his arms like I’m a complete invalid.
“I can walk!” I say.
“I know baby, but you don’t have to right now,” he says as he and Rowan rush me to the cave.
The rain plasters my clothes to my skin, my hair to my face. By the time we reach the cave Elias mentioned, which is really more of a shallow overhang in the rocky hillside, we’re all soaked to the bone.
The cave is smaller than I expected, barely large enough for the three of us. Elias sets me down.
Suddenly, I’m sandwiched between two very large, very wet alphas. The small space forces us close together. Rowan’s broad chest pressed against my back, Elias’s lean body against my front. Water drips from Elias’s glasses onto my cheeks as he tries to maneuver in the tight space.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “It’s a bit cozy.”
‘Cozy’ is an understatement. Rowan is so much bulkier than Elias that his presence behind me naturally pushes me further against Elias’s front. And that’s when I feel the unmistakable hardness pressing against my ass from behind and another against my lower belly from the front.
Both alphas are horny.
And it’s been almost four months of no sex.
My breath catches in my throat as my body responds instantly. My pussy is wet as hell, and I know they can smell me in the confined space.
Elias’s eyes darken behind his rain-spattered glasses, the amber turning molten as his pupils dilate. Behind me, I hear Rowan’s breathing grow heavier, more controlled.
“Francine,” Elias whispers, his voice strained. “You’re... your scent…”
After months of being horny, of being treated like a fragile doll, the feel of two alpha cocks pressing against me is too much.
A needy whimper escapes my lips.
“I can’t help it,” I whine with tears in my eyes. “It’s been so long since any of you has touched me. I want you. Both of you.”
“Are you sure?” Rowan asks, his voice a low rumble against my ear as his strong hands settle on my hips. “You’re still recovering.”
“I’m fine,” I insist, wiggling my butt against his erection to emphasize my point. “I’ve been healed for weeks, and I’ve been fingering myself at night because no one will come near me. And it’s not enough.”
I can practically feel the silent communication passing between the alphas, the subtle shift in energy as they make their decision.
Rowan’s hands immediately slide lower, cupping my ass through the thin fabric of my leggings. His touch is no longer tentative—it’s possessive, commanding. He kneads the flesh, his fingers digging into the softness with a pressure that makes me gasp.
In front of me, Elias presses closer, his hands finding my waist.
“We’ve been careful,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “Worried about hurting you if we get too close. We didn’t mean to abandon you, baby.”
“But I’m your omega,” I say, trying to make him feel more guilty as I roll my hips between their erections. “I felt so alone. I need my alphas to take care of me.”
That’s all the encouragement they need.
Rowan’s hands become more insistent, massaging my ass cheeks firmly, while Elias cups my pussy through my leggings, and I cry out at the sudden pressure against my throbbing clit.
“So wet,” Elias murmurs appreciatively, feeling the dampness that’s soaked through both my leggings and underwear. “I can feel it through your clothes.”
Rowan’s fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings, tugging them down in a rough movement that makes me gasp with anticipation. The cool air hits my bare thighs, but I barely notice, too focused on the heat of Rowan’s hands as they return to my now-exposed skin.
“I want you both,” I say, my voice breathy with need. “Together. One in my pussy, one in my ass.”
“Are you sure that won’t be too much?” says Elias, his cock twitching visibly behind his jeans.
“I need it,” I insist, reaching down to palm his erection through his jeans. With my other hand, I reach behind to find Rowan’s dick, both alphas groaning at my touch. “I need to feel both of you inside me at the same time. Stretching me. Filling me. Knotting me.”
The thought of being double-knotted by two alphas should be intimidating, but all I feel is a desperate need. My pussy clenches around emptiness, slick gushing from me in a fresh wave that I know they can smell, can almost taste in the confined space of the cave.
“Your scent,” Rowan growls, burying his face in my neck. His teeth graze the sensitive skin there, and I shudder with pleasure. “Fuck, you smell so good.”
I manage to kick off my leggings completely, still wearing my rain-soaked jacket and t-shirt.
Behind me, I hear the wet sound of Rowan spitting into his hand, and then his finger is there, circling my asshole with gentle, insistent pressure.
The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, the tight ring of muscle both resisting and welcoming the intrusion.
“Yes,” I hiss, pushing back against his finger, wanting more. “Please, Rowan.”
In front of me, Elias has pushed my soaked underwear to the side, his fingers finding my slippery folds. He slides two long fingers between them, gathering my wetness, before plunging them suddenly into my aching hole.
The double sensation of Rowan’s finger pressing into my ass while Elias’s fingers fill my pussy has me crying out, my knees threatening to buckle.
“So fucking wet,” Elias marvels, his fingers moving in and out of me with loud squelching sounds. “Her pussy is dripping.”
“Her ass too,” Rowan adds, his voice rough with arousal. “So much slick. Your body knows what it needs.”
It’s true. My omega body is producing slick from both my pussy and ass, preparing me to take both alphas at once. It’s a sign of true compatibility, a biological response to the alphas my body recognizes as mates. The thought makes me even wetter.