Chapter 54 Rose
Rose
I cannot believe how much I still need.
My omega isn’t satisfied and some part of me worries she never will be.
This is my first heat, and at first I was nervous.
But it’s been at least a day now, and everyone’s found their rhythm.
I need, and they give. Over and over, until the next cramping wave rolls through me like a snowstorm.
Thoughts are hard. Words are harder. Sometimes impossible.
When I wake, the nest is full of heavy breathing and soft snores. I need a knot. I need it more than air.
To my right, Evander and Logan are curled into Harlan’s sides, looking peaceful and cozy. My omega doesn’t want to bother them. Kai is sprawled in a crooked mess of arms and legs. I shake my head and smile. That alpha throws himself into the most ridiculous sleeping positions.
A hand smooths over my spine, warm and calming.
“Sugarplum, you okay?” comes a deep, Southern drawl.
I can only keen. My pussy clenches on air, slick coating my thighs. But I’m tired, so tired, and don’t have it in me to beg. Instead, I press my cheek to the ground, ass in the air like an offering. Presenting. Pleading.
Wyatt’s low purr turns into a growl. He clearly doesn't mind my lazy desperation. I feel him shift behind me. A puff of cool air grazes my slick folds before two big, calloused hands grip my ass and spread me wide. His cock lines up against my drenched heat.
“Hard,” I manage to breathe looking back at him through my curly hair.
His green eyes flash and then he slams into me in one brutal thrust.
The sound he punches from my throat is sharp and high. Kai jerks awake, eyes blinking in the low light. He finds mine and freezes.
I see the exact moment he realizes what he’s looking at. His cock, lying heavy against his thigh, twitches and hardens on instinct. My mouth waters.
But I see what he’s really thinking. It’s practically written on his face.
I nod. Yes. Please.
Kai’s eyes go feral. He rises from the nest and circles around. Wyatt slows, watching him, trying to figure out the plan. I feel Kai’s weight shift behind Wyatt, and suddenly Wyatt’s cock kicks inside me, thick and urgent.
He moans, leaning over my back like a blanket, and stills for just a moment. Then he starts to move, harder. Hot, punishing thrusts that punch the breath from my lungs and make me sob with need.
Still, it’s not enough.
More, my omega demands.
I whine, sharp and high.
Harlan is suddenly there, crouched beside me, his face level with mine. “You need more, baby?” he murmurs. Even with Wyatt rutting into me, my body answers yes. god, yes. I’m at the peak of my heat. I need this like I need breath.
He whispers something low to Wyatt. Wyatt pulls out.
I screech, raw and furious, but Harlan just shushes me. He lifts my torso gently, shifting me from presenting to kneeling.
He’s the dominant alpha. It’s his job to make sure I’m cared for.
So why did he take Wyatt’s knot away?
“Logan,” Harlan says.
The slick-haired blonde omega kneels in front of me, his fingers immediately finding my dripping core. It’s sweet torture. Behind me, Kai is fucking into Wyatt now, hard. His low grunts make me ache harder.
Logan parts my thighs and pushes his cock inside. Every inch lights me up. As soon as he's seated, Wyatt presses back to my rear, and begins to work his cock inside again, sliding against Logan’s from behind.
“Oh fuck,” Logan breathes, clutching my hips like I’m the only thing anchoring him to this plane.
“Evander,” Harlan calls softly into the dark.
And suddenly, I understand what he’s doing.
I can’t stop the earth-shattering scent that explodes from me. Every alpha groans. Logan drops his forehead to my shoulder. I wrap my arms around him, rest my chin there so I can watch what I know is coming next.
Evander grabs the lube Kai discarded. His cock is already hard and leaking. His eyes find mine—and there’s nothing but fire in them. Pure, burning desire.
He slicks himself quickly and positions behind Logan. The head of his cock slides over Logan’s tight entrance, and when it pushes in, Logan moans into my hair, his cock jumping inside me.
Evander leans forward, capturing my mouth in a kiss so raw and consuming I forget to breathe.
But we’re still not done.
Once he’s fully seated, he stops and looks to Harlan.
Our dominant alpha steps around behind Evander and drops to his knees with a heavy thump. We’re all poised now. Waiting for him.
He slicks himself and strokes down Evander’s back. I watch his arm work, watch the way Evander shudders and Logan groans.
Harlan’s eyes meet mine, full of dominance, of claiming. And then he thrusts in.
Evander jolts, knocking Logan deeper. Logan curses, buried in me. And then they all start moving.
Logan fucks me with sharp, desperate thrusts. Wyatt mirrors him, sliding perfectly against him from behind as Kai takes his ass. Evander moans into Logan, his rhythm matching theirs, and when Harlan begins to move too, the entire pack is in motion.
Everything becomes a blur.
I’m full. So full. So fucked.
I can’t tell where one body ends and the next begins. I can’t tell who is moaning and who is panting and who is screaming my name.
All I know is that I am theirs.
And they’re going to break me open and build me back up again.
Harlan reaches across me, bracing one palm flat beside my hand, the other gripping Logan’s shoulder. He starts thrusting—deep, slow at first, the kind of pressure that rearranges everything. That dominant rhythm sets the pace, and the rest of the pack follows.
Each movement is orchestrated chaos. I’m being fucked in perfect time. Claimed in stereo.
Logan’s cock slides in deep and then pulls almost out, only to be shoved forward again by Wyatt’s pounding from behind. Evander jerks with every thrust into Logan, and Harlan drives into him with savage grace. Five alphas move in sync, a living rhythm, and I am the center of it.
I can barely breathe.
I gasp into Logan’s shoulder, mouth open, panting. My thighs are shaking. My arms are trembling. Slick is dripping down, pooling under me, coating every cock that fills me. My omega keens, wild and desperate, no longer needing to be polite or quiet.
I am so fucked. I am so full. And yet—I want more.
Evander is groaning behind Logan, his hands clutching Logan’s hips, his voice all breath and broken vowels. Wyatt is snarling softly, like he’s possessed. Kai has one hand on Wyatt’s throat now, watching us with blown pupils and a feral grin.
Harlan’s voice cuts through it all, commanding and ragged with restraint.
“Hold her open.”
Wyatt and Logan both shift, gripping me wide. Then Harlan reaches down and his thumb presses to my clit.
I scream.
Everything detonates. My body wracks with orgasms so hard my knees leave the blankets.
Every cock inside me slams deep and holds.
Logan moans like he's dying, his release painting my insides in thick, pulsing waves.
Wyatt shouts my name guttural, knot swelling fast, locking in.
Evander curses, slamming forward once—twice—and spills with a violent shudder.
Kai reaches, grasping my hair as he strains through his release.
But Harlan, he snarls.
The sound rolls through the room, and when he finally breaks, it’s like the whole pack holds their breath for him.
He slams into Evander one last time and stays, buried to the hilt. His arms wrap around us, pulling us into a single writhing, shaking, breathless pile.
I collapse into Logan’s chest, boneless. Wyatt’s weight sags against my back. Evander is shaking, forehead to Logan’s spine, whispering something soft and hoarse. Harlan doesn’t say anything—but his hand slides to my lower back and stays there, heavy and grounding.
We breathe together. A moment. A lifetime.
And then Logan whispers it against my ear, voice trembling but full of awe.
“You just took the whole pack.”
I can only smile. I was made for it.