Chapter 53
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
LEVI
I’m not sure what minute or hour it is anymore. It’s been three days of endless knots, slick-slick-slick between thighs, and a blur of sex so constant it feels like we’re caught in a loop of primal instinct.
Somehow, through it all, Sasha’s been a damn miracle. She’s made sure Flynn eats, even if it meant holding our dicks hostage until he swallowed down half a protein bar or a handful of fruit. She’s bossy in the way that keeps us grounded, sharp enough to cut through the haze when we need it most. She even managed to give Flynn a quick sponge bath yesterday, mumbling something about not letting her sweet omega be coated in nothing but sex and sweat, even if the rest of us didn’t mind. Hell, I loved it—loved the way he smelled like us—but watching Sasha kneel beside him, gentle hands and quiet praise as she wiped him down, reminded me there’s more to caretaking than fucking someone until they forget their name.
Flynn is sprawled out in the nest beside Sasha, lips kiss-swollen and hair damp, like some gorgeous fever dream of an omega—his scent is still everywhere.
I retreat slightly, easing back into the mess of pillows and blankets lining the far end of the nest. It’s my and Stone’s turn to catch a breath—maybe an hour or two of sleep, if Flynn lets us. Sasha’s already murmured she’s got him, her hand in his hair, her body still pliant and ready to serve. The little brat—our fiery, stubborn beta—is bound to be sore when this is over. Her body wasn’t built for this kind of relentless use the way an omega’s is, but she’s never once complained. Not when Flynn pushed her down and took what he needed. Not when he whimpered her name and begged to see her come apart beneath one of us. She obeyed every word from his lips, even when her thighs trembled and her voice cracked from pleasure.
She let him use her, again and again, for his pleasure, for his comfort—because he needed it. Because we all needed this. And fuck if that doesn’t do something twisted in my chest.
I let my head fall back against the plush of the nest, my chest still heaving, skin damp with the shared heat of our frenzy. I roll my shoulders, feeling the ache settle in, muscles sore from holding back—not because I wanted to, but because I had to. Flynn’s heat is only part of the equation. The whole damn story is bigger than just biology. It’s about choice. Control. Trust.
I watch him push up on one elbow, searching for me with his gaze. His lips part like he’s about to speak, but it takes him a moment to get there. Then finally, he says it.
"Mark me, now."
And it feels like the world stills.
Sasha freezes. Stone, lounging behind me, lifts his head like he’s been called. I glance at both of them, a silent conversation passing between us, no words needed.
We speak as one.
“Not now.”
Flynn flinches, and it punches a hole through my gut. He tucks his face into Sasha’s shoulder, nodding like he expected it, but hoped anyway.
His body is still flushed and soaked in the afterglow of pleasure—but this… this is something else. This is a need. Not just to be touched. Not just to be fucked. This is the need to belong. To be seen. To be claimed.
And we’re not denying him because we don’t want it.
We’re denying him because he matters. More than the moment. More than the impulse.
“Flynn…” I murmur, crawling closer, cupping his jaw in my hand. “You’re not just a body to us. You’re not a moment of heat.”
He bites his lip, lashes wet, but he doesn’t pull away. “I want it now!” he snaps.
“You have us,” Sasha says. “But you’re going to remember when we mark you, Flynn. Every second. Every kiss. Every mark. You deserve that.”
Flynn’s face twists into a scowl, full of heat-drunk sass. “You promised you’d take care of me,” he snaps, all pout and venom.
“Not like this. Later,” I bark.
Sasha leans in, brushing her lips against his ear. Her voice is low, a whisper I don’t catch—but whatever she says, it works. Flynn’s bratty mouth curves into a smile. He hums in approval, gives her a slow, satisfied look... and then without warning, he whirls on her, pushing her flat with a force that speaks to how deep into the haze he is.
He drives inside her in one smooth thrust, no warning, no prep, and she winces—just barely—but says nothing. Her hands go to his hips, her nails digging in as she bites her lower lip. Her body’s been used, over and over, but she still opens for him like it’s the first time.
Flynn moans, low and filthy. “Mine,” he breathes, rutting into her like he needs to disappear inside her skin. “You’re fucking mine.”
Sasha just smiles, even through the sting. “I know, baby,” she whispers, stroking his back. “Take what you need, Flynn. I’m here no matter what.”
Flynn’s hips snap forward again and again, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the warm hush of the nest. Sasha is panting beneath him, her hands curled into the blankets, her body shaking as he drives deep. Her moans grow louder, more raw, until her release hits her with a soft whimper that punches straight into my chest—one that tells me her body is spent . Past the edge. Wrung out.
Flynn follows a breath later, his cry hoarse and broken as he spills inside her. But before any of us can move or speak, he pulls out with a slick, wet sound and dives between her legs without pause, his mouth finding the mess they made and lapping it up.
“Sasha…” I start, the warning in my voice low and immediate as I watch her eyes squeeze shut.
“Don’t,” she snaps. “I’m his mate too. I will not let it fall on you two only. I’m fine.”
She moans the last word as Flynn’s tongue finds something that makes her tremble. Her thighs tighten around his head, her back arching as her fingers tangle in his hair.
“Little Brat…” I mutter, torn between awe and frustration.
“Levi,” she huffs. “I’ll get used to it. It’s my first heat, and I’ve never had this much sex before. I was a virgin, remember?”
“I do.” My voice softens instinctively. “I’m just… worried.”
“Don’t be,” she hisses, the sound dissolving into a moan as her spine bows and her whole body jerks. Her release crashes through her again, her cry sharp and wild as she clutches the nest around her. Flynn groans against her, his mouth still working her through it—and then suddenly, he shudders and comes again, untouched, painting the sheets below him with his slick.
His body slumps, boneless and spent, and he crawls up Sasha’s body like it’s the only place he’s safe, nestling into her neck. She pulls him tight, arms wrapping around his shoulders, and within seconds he’s snoring—completely gone.
“Get some rest,” Sasha mumbles, eyes fluttering shut, her voice hoarse but content as she presses a kiss into Flynn’s hair. “You two are up next.”
Stone groans behind me. “That brat’s going to kill us.”
I just laugh under my breath. “Yeah. But what a way to go.”
* * *
Flynn is straddling me, riding hard, his body bouncing on my dick as each thrust sends a jolt of desire through me. His urgent moans and desperate pleas filling the room.
"More, please, I'm not full!" he whines.
I glance around uncertainly, trying to figure out how to help him when Stone cuts through the confusion. "I got it."
Flynn fucks me with raw urgency, his body in constant motion. Sweat beads on his skin, and I’m entranced by the sight of his cock jerking with every frantic move of his hips, the way his muscles tense and relax. His breaths come in heavy gasps, and the warm, salty smell of his exertion fills my senses, pushes me to the brink, and I dig my fingers into his hips as I fight the urge to come.
"Please," he says again, his voice hitching with every bounce.
Stone grips Flynn’s straining dick, and the move makes Flynn’s body clench and spasm around me as we both groan at the shock of it. His fingers gather slick, before he coats the swollen rim of Flynn’s stretched hole where my cock already is.
"I got you," he says, but it sounds like he's got all of us—sending Flynn into a frenzy. His hips jerk, and the movement turns erratic, every buck and grind driving my cock harder and harder into him. His moans fill the room, a desperate sound.
"Yes," Flynn gasps, "Oh fuck, yes." The words turn into cries as I fill him over and over, tight and hotter and wetter with every push.
Stone coats his hole with another layer of slick and presses him flat against me, making me gasp with the sudden contact, the new angle. Flynn's lips find mine, and I moan into his mouth as his tight, slick ass clenches around me. He presses Flynn farther down into me, his cock pinned between us, his tongue filling my mouth. I can’t take it, can’t keep going like this much longer, and Stone must see it, know it, because he moves with even more intention.
My mind flashes hot and white with need, and I nearly miss the soft grunt as Stone pushes in next to me, slipping past the slickness, filling Flynn alongside me.
Flynn’s cry of pleasure vibrates through my bones. I’ve never felt anything like it, Stone’s dick right against me, Flynn so incredibly tight and full around both our cocks, his body so stretched and overwhelmed.
"Yes," I groan, the word a raw exhale. My omega is double stuffed, and it makes me lose myself to the lust and heat. I move in a frenzy, needing to feel Flynn come apart for me.
Stone’s weight pushes us down, and I’m so deep in Flynn that it feels like I’ll never get out. He fills him with deep, smooth thrusts, the tightness of Flynn’s hole closing around me like a vise. Stone thrusts hard, every push sinking both of us deeper, making Flynn’s body shudder against mine as I hold on for dear life.
"Fuck," I gasp into Flynn’s mouth. I clutch at him with unsteady hands, caught between giving in and holding on, trying to fuck him so hard that he’ll finally have enough.
Our omega’s whimpers shake through me. Stone shifts, fills him with a powerful thrust, and Flynn cries out. The sound hits me like a live wire and I pull his body against mine, as deep as I can go, my knot sliding into his tight ass, his cock presses against my stomach, trapped between us.
"Fuck, fuck, yes," Flynn says, his voice unraveling, hoarse and desperate. Flynn convulses, clenching around both our cocks, shuddering. His cries are loud, wild, filling the room with the sound of our fucking.
My hips jerk, I spill into him with a cry, and Stone fucks Flynn through it, making him jerk and spasm until I don’t know whose voice is whose. My release hits over and over, my head spinning, my body trembling as I lose myself in Flynn.
Stone comes right after, letting out a loud growl as he stops moving. I feel him finish inside Flynn, his knot locking in place. He leans back a little, breathing hard, his chest going up and down.
Since he’s not moving anymore, I shift just a bit so I can get more comfortable, making sure not to pull out. My knot is still stuck inside our omega. Flynn relaxes completely, his eyes closed, looking peaceful and happy.
I hear Sasha clap, that sharp sound cutting through the air. I turn to her, and she’s grinning, that teasing little smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
“A great performance,” she says, her voice light and full of mischief. “I give it an A+. I’m kinda jealous, though. Promise when I’m not sore I get to do that?”
I raise an eyebrow, the corner of my mouth pulling up into a smirk.
"Done," Stone growls.
When my knot finally begins to soften, I gently pull free, and Flynn whimpers softly, already drifting. He’s clutching that stupid stuffie, Mr. T, like it’s the most precious thing in the world. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find it endearing, though.
I almost laugh at the memory of Sasha going ballistic when she couldn’t find the thing, storming through the house and yelling at Levi like he’d stolen it on purpose.
She screamed at him, demanding to know where it was—like he was supposed to be keeping tabs on her prized stuffie.
Flynn had bolted straight to the nest. We’d followed, confused—until he held up the missing stuffie like a damn trophy.
Sasha’s cheeks had gone pink, but instead of getting mad, she just breathed out a soft, “Oh,” like everything suddenly made sense. “You took my stuffie. You wanted it with you.”
Flynn had mumbled something about it smelling like her, his face lit up with embarrassment. And then—Sasha surprised the hell out of us. She stepped forward, touched his arm, and said, “We’ll share it. Okay?”
It was cute. All of it. But also… it felt like home. This little messed-up family of ours. I can’t even begin to explain what it is about the three of them—Sasha with her sharp edges and unexpected tenderness, Flynn with his sweetness and the softness he tries to hide, and Stone, always so steady, so solid, yet there’s that spark between us when we’re all together.
“I think he’s done,” I tell Sasha.
“Thank god,” she sighs, leaning back against the wall, eyes closing for a moment as she stretches. “I love it, but fuck, my pussy is sore. I’ll need to sit on an ice pack for a week, I think.”
I chuckle, watching her roll her eyes, that playful edge still there even as she winces. “You really are dramatic.”
She sticks her tongue out at me. “Go shower, you two. I’ll watch him while he sleeps.”
I glance over at Flynn as I get up, the stuffed unicorn tucked tightly in his arms. He looks so innocent when he’s asleep, the corners of his mouth turned up in a slight smile like he’s dreaming of something sweet.
“Go on,” Sasha adds, her voice softer now, more genuine. “I’ve got it.”
And it’s funny—when she says it like that, like she really does, I feel this sense of peace.
Stone and I head toward the bathroom without a word, the silence between us comfortable. We’ve shared enough time together for it to be second nature—no rush, no hurry, just the quiet.
The water in the shower hits me almost instantly, scalding at first, but I adjust it until it’s just the right temperature. I let the heat seep into my muscles, loosening the tightness in my neck. The mirrors fog up in seconds, but I don’t mind. I close my eyes for a moment, letting the warmth wrap around me.
Stone steps into the large shower behind me, but we’re not close—not the kind of close where intimacy brews. We’ve learned during this heat to respect boundaries. He grabs the shampoo, lathering his hands. “You alright?”
“Yeah, just wanna make sure they’re both okay. Ya know?” I glance at him.
Stone works the shampoo into his hair, his motions steady, focused. When he’s done, he passes me the bottle with a small grin.
“You know,” he says after a beat, breaking the silence, “Sasha’s not wrong about the A+.”
I chuckle under my breath. “Please don’t encourage her. You know she’ll use it against us next time she wants something.”
“I’m just saying,” he teases, “she knows her stuff.”
When the water starts to run cold, I shut it off, wrapping a towel around my waist. Stone follows suit.
Walking back into the nest, I see Flynn still curled up. He’s got this peaceful little smile on his face as he sleeps, and for a second, I let myself watch him. Sasha’s sitting nearby, her gaze soft as she looks at him. It’s the kind of moment that feels like everything’s in its place.
I step closer, careful not to disturb Flynn, but Sasha catches my eye and gives me a subtle nod. “We’re good,” she whispers. “He’ll wake up happy. We followed all his rules.”
I can’t help but smile at her confidence. “You think he’ll remember all of this?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Maybe not all of it,” she muses, her gaze drifting back to Flynn. “But he’ll remember how it felt. That’s what matters. And he doesn’t have any marks, and that’s what he wanted the most.”
Stone leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching us. “You two are something else,” he says quietly. “He’s lucky to have you both.”
Sasha glances at me. “We’re lucky too,” she replies. “He brings out the best in all of us.”
As if on cue, Flynn stirs slightly, mumbling something incoherent before snuggling deeper into the blankets. My heart swells at the sight.
“What do you think he’s dreaming about?” I wonder aloud.
“Probably us,” Stone answers instantly, a wry smile playing on his lips. “Or maybe Mr. T is taking him on wild adventures.”
Sasha laughs. “Maybe it’s something more than that…maybe he dreams about safety and love now that we’re here.”
A silence envelops us as we share in the warmth of those words. I’m lost in thought about Flynn’s journey from fear to belonging. It stirs something deep within me—a fierce protectiveness and overwhelming desire to shield him from anyone or thing that dares to hurt him. I can’t wait for him to wake so we can mark him and finally be bound as a pack.
I step forward again, crouching next to where Flynn lies. My fingers graze over his hair gently as I whisper, “You’re home now.”
“Do you think we’re doing enough for him?” Stone asks suddenly. “I know he’s healing, but... I don’t want him to feel trapped or overwhelmed.”
“Look at him,” Sasha gestures toward Flynn. “He trusts us. He’s learning how to be part of this pack in his own way. We just have to keep giving him space to figure it out.”
“What if he needs something we’re not seeing? Like… more time together? More intimacy?”
“Maybe we could plan another day for just us four?” she suggests, reaching out to brush her fingers gently against Flynn's hair. "He deserves this."
And in that fleeting moment—between laughter and concern—I see our future unfolding before us.