Epilogue #2
“Damn it, that means I lost the bet,” Dexter huffed later that night, after we had all returned home following the pack run.
He had been flying with Eric, while Sergio had stayed back to help Brandt monitor the clinic.
It wasn’t often that emergencies popped up during the monthly runs, but they did sometimes happen: like the time a young omega had given birth in the middle of the run, completely unaware that he’d been pregnant at all.
That had been the talk of the pack for some time, but we had all banded together to help Tim and Conrad with their new addition, who was only a few weeks older than Sunny. (Apparently, the Frat House party we’d attended had been quite the event!)
“I warned you not to bet on it,” Sergio chuckled, nuzzling Dexter’s neck and nipping at his bond mark with blunt teeth. I felt the shudder of arousal trickling through our bond and squirmed in my seat.
“You might have shared your magical shaman insight with me,” Dex pouted.
“That would have been cheating, dear-heart.”
“And?”
I snorted at Dex’s question. “Honestly, I didn’t bet because Eric was keeping tight-lipped, which meant he knew something.”
“So you were holding out on me, too,” my omega mate complained, tsking and shaking his head. “I see how it is. You both only want me for my body.”
“It is an awesome body,” I agreed, raking my gaze upwards from his feet. Warmth pooled low in my belly. When was the last time we had really, properly expressed our physical appreciation for each other?
Between Serge setting up his shaman clinic, Dexter begrudgingly assisting the European packs with their research, and raising Sunny, our sex life had been fun but rushed.
Even Dex’s last heat had felt a bit unfair on him, with Serge and I having to alternate parenting duties, leaving us unable to really indulge as a throuple.
Because they knew me well by this point and could obviously feel my building desire in our bond, my mates settled in on either side of me on the couch, their hands stroking my back and my thighs while they both nuzzled at my neck, much like Sergio had been teasing Dexter only moments before.
“What about your body, beautiful?” Sergio crooned before he sucked my earlobe between his lips. He hummed. “Just as wonderful as Dex’s.”
“Fuck,” I panted, closing my eyes and drinking in their attention. “I’ve missed this.”
“Mmm,” Dexter kissed at my clavicle, deftly unbuttoning my shirt so his mouth could leave a trail of wet kisses down my chest and still-a-little-too-soft belly. “Do you think our boy will sleep through the night?”
Sunny’s sleep routine was hit-and-miss, something Google assured me he would eventually grow out of, and I had to admit that, as he got older, he did seem to sleep through the night more often than not.
Silently begging fate to cooperate, I nodded. “Yes. At least I hope so.”
“Oh?” Dex’s eyes twinkled with mirth as he looked up at me, his lips still pressed to my skin, “Do you have plans, baby?”
Flushing all over, I swallowed roughly. “Yeah…”
On my other side, Sergio had started to suck at the curve of my jawline. His chuckle reverberated through me as he practically purred, “Are you bossing us around this time, beautiful?”
I didn’t think I had the cognitive capacity to do that, but I bobbed my head anyway, then closed my eyes and leaned my head back against Serge’s shoulder. “Instructions are simple,” I said. “Fuck me and fill me as many times as you can.”
“Oh, god, but I love it when you get like this,” Dexter murmured, his hands tugging at the button above my zipper. I lifted my hips to give him better access and soon enough he was shoving my jeans down my legs and onto the floor, where I kicked them aside.
One of Sergio’s hands slid back down to my thighs, pulling my right thigh towards him, spreading me open.
“You’re already so wet, baby,” Dexter’s fingers teased my hole, the awed words making my cheeks feel hot. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“’M always wet for you,” I slurred, gasping when Serge’s fingers joined Dexter’s. By some unspoken agreement —possibly through silent communication through the bond— they stretched me open together. “Ah! Fuck, yes!”
“Hmm,” Sergio nibbled at my earlobe, “true. But tonight you feel a little more excited than usual, sweetheart.”
My thoughts were turning hazy, my omega demanding more attention from my mates, wanting those talented fingers to be replaced by other parts of their anatomy, and ultimately by Serge’s knot.
Breed me, a little voice inside me demanded. It escalated in volume, making me ache with need. Breed me now.
I whined, writhing on the fingers slowly pistoning in and out of me.
“Sage?” Serge prompted, pulling away from where he’d been kissing my shoulder, “Beautiful, are you still with us?”
“I need—” I choked out, my eyes still squeezed shut, the delicious ache now turning painful. “Fuck. I need…I need you inside me. It hurts.”
There was a moment of stunned silence before Dex quietly said, “Baby, you’re in heat.”
That was enough to make my eyes fly open. “What?!”
I’d never had a heat. I’d been pregnant since Dex’s first heat, and then Eric had said to expect my own cycle to start back up anywhere after six months post-partum, but it hadn’t happened yet.
I’d even forgotten that it was a possibility for me, really.
“I’m not on the pill,” I blurted, because I was still chest-feeding Sunny, even if he had moved on to a more solid diet now. I looked towards Sergio, wanting reassurance.
Breed. Me.
My omega’s repeated mantra was insistent and louder once I locked eyes with my alpha.
“What do you want to do, Sage?” Sergio asked, even though I could feel hints of his building rutting instincts coming through the bond which connected us all. “If you don’t want to risk it, we can wait. Dex can fuck you through it and I—”
“No,” I whimpered, shaking my head. “I mean, I want Dex, too, but…”
brEED ME.
Jesus Christ, someone needed to silence my inner omega.
“I can wear a condom,” Sergio offered, still infuriatingly calm.
My brain was scrambled. The ache was incessant and distracting. My dragon wanted nothing more than to be thoroughly mated and bred. I was burning up.
But I knew that we’d already agreed to wait. That I should have gone on the pill months earlier. That, unlike Brandt, I needed a break between babies. Our kind often waited a century or two at a time, after all. Brandt was a clucky anomaly.
“Condom,” I bit the word out, listening to my dragon whine. It was the rational choice.
Sergio nodded and kissed my forehead. “Okay. I can do that. I’ll be back. Dex has got you, okay, beautiful?”
It was all I could do not to protest when he got up and walked away from the couch, headed somewhere else in the house.
“It’s okay, baby,” Dexter soothed, distracting me by wrapping his hand around my throbbing cock, “want me to make it better while he’s gone?”
I nodded fervently. “Please. Please, Dex. I need…I need…”
“Shh, baby, I know. I know.” He’d had a few heats during our time together, so I trusted that he did know. He knew better than I did, even. “I won’t make you wait, darling. Come on, let’s move to the bedroom.”
He rose on legs much steadier than mine and took me by the hand, guiding me down the short hallway and into our room, where he had me lie down in the middle of the mattress.
I watched him undress hurriedly, not stopping to put on a show for me like I knew he loved to do, and I appreciated him all the more for knowing how badly I needed him right then.
We became a tangle of limbs on the bed, and I sobbed with relief when he finally sank his dick inside me, his mouth pressing sloppy kisses all over me wherever he could reach.
The ache in my belly receded somewhat at the sensation of being filled, but it didn’t dissipate completely.
I wasn’t surprised. In fact, I didn’t think it would vanish at all, not without being filled with my alpha’s seed.
And no matter how badly my dragon —my body, my soul— wanted that, I knew that it was not the right time for us to give in to biology.
Instead, I was going to ride out the ache, to enjoy my mates and my heat as best I could, and then I would talk to Eric as soon as the heat broke so that this situation wouldn’t happen again.
“You feel amazing, baby,” Dex’s praise was low and delicious, making my dragon preen. “No wonder you and Serge can’t get enough of me when I’m in heat. Fuck, I’m so close already.”
Whimpering, I nodded, unable to form words. He felt good, too, his lean, toned body pressing up against mine in all the best ways, his cock stretching me and hitting my prostate again and again…
His long fingers wrapped around my own neglected dick and I cried out, arching my back as the first of my orgasms swept over me without warning. There’d been no buildup of that perfect tension, no tingling, no sign I was close at all: just a sudden burst of bliss exploding through my core.
“Ah, fuck,” Dex cursed, his hips jerking wildly, as I felt his answering orgasm ricochet through the bond.
My hypersensitive hearing caught the sound of a muted thump in the hallway and Sergio’s cursing during what should have been my come-down.
But I was distracted, my omega purring at being filled by one of our mates.
“Yes,” I whimpered, grinding back on him, clenching around him, trying to keep him inside me for as long as possible. “Breed me, Dex. I want your babies.”
“Jesus,” he groaned, riding out the last possible moments of his pleasure.
We both knew it was a biological impossibility, but it didn’t stop him from leaning into it, humoring my heat-addled begging.
Stretched over my back, he reached under me, his hand curling over the softness of my belly.
“Take it all, darling. Fuck, I want to knock you up so good.”