Chapter 33 #3
For a fraction of a second, everything freezes.
My heart pounds and my skin prickles with cold and exposure.
Three pairs of eyes fix on me like I’m an altar and a prize both.
Wyatt’s pupils are blown wide, hunger and worship dueling for dominance.
His whole body is a taut bowstring ready to snap.
Bastion’s usually mocking mouth is parted in mute awe, his gaze devouring every new inch of me on offer, hands trembling where they grip my hips from behind.
But it’s Ranier that undoes me. Ranier stares like he’s only just now realized I am real, that I exist as flesh and heat.
His jaw works, the muscle ticking in his cheek.
He reaches out almost reverently, thumb skating over my collarbone.
A shudder runs through him, followed by a softness I’ve never seen before—his features slackening with astonishment, the whole world reduced to the span of my exposed skin.
He’s seen me dressed up, dressed down, even undressed in flashes, but never like this, never stripped bare by his own hands and held up to the light.
I am trembling from nerves or anticipation, but also from the charge that runs between us.
I blink, and Ranier’s gaze meets mine. There’s a question in it, a silent plea for permission, for forgiveness, for a chance to begin again.
I nod, breathless, and the words are unnecessary.
I belong to them, and they to me, and this is the proof.
Wyatt trails kisses along my shoulder. Bastion leans in, tongue flicking over my pulse, his warmth a counterpoint to the snow melt still chilling my ankles. Together, their bodies form a fortress around me, their desire a shield as much as a demand.
But it’s Ranier’s hands that make the first move, his fingers gentle, unhurried, trembling like he’s afraid if he goes too fast the moment will shatter. Ranier’s fingers dip to the edges of my underwear.
I whimper at his touch. I want them. All of them, all at the same time.
Ranier slips his fingers underneath my underwear and growls low in his throat. “Someone’s wet already.”
I have seconds to smirk before Ranier slips off my underwear and my alphas rip off their own clothes.
When there’s nothing but air between us, Bastion dives in to kiss every new inch of exposed skin.
Wyatt leans in to massage one breast and draws the other into his mouth while Ranier explores slowly along my inner thighs, eventually making his way back to my center.
The moment Ranier’s tongue touches my clit, my hips arch off the counter, and I nearly cum just from the slightest touch.
They work in tandem to move me from the counter until we’re all on the floor.
Wyatt slips beneath me and starts to gently prepare my ass.
Bastion lines up his cock with my mouth as Ranier slides two fingers inside me and crooks them just right.
Ranier is wasting no time on his first exploration of my body.
Which is good because it vibrates with heat and need as my alphas and I settle in to fully enjoy our pack for the first time.
I cum fast, and then again as Ranier refuses to slow.
Wyatt slips two fingers inside my ass at the same time.
I arch off the ground which sends Bastion’s cock further into my mouth.
I moan as Bastion does. Bastion grips my head to hold me steady.
He fucks my mouth, slow at first, then deeper, groaning when I hollow my cheeks and run my tongue over the head.
Ranier’s voice is a rumble in my ear. “You want all of us, little omega?”
I try to nod, but Bastion’s cock is in my throat and I choke around it. I manage a “yes” anyway, muffled but clear enough.
Wyatt grins and presses his cock against my ass, gentle but insistent. He enters slowly and I shudder at the stretch. And when Ranier slides his cock into my pussy, making me filled three ways, tears of happiness and pure pleasure threaten to fall. My body shakes and I moan around Bastion’s cock.
“Fuck, you’re tight with us both here,” Ranier says, and I can hear the effort in his voice, the need to control himself so he doesn’t just slam into me. He moves, slow at first, then faster, until the slap of his hips against my ass is the only rhythm I know.
“Look at you,” Bastion says, voice thick with need and pleasure. “Taking all three of us at once. You’re fucking perfect, Emery.”
It’s obscene, the way they move together, coordinated and relentless. Ranier slams into my cunt while Wyatt thrusts into my ass, and Bastion fucks my mouth until drool runs down my chin. I can’t move, can’t think. Only feel.
I cum again, harder than before, my entire body clenching around them.
Ranier groans and buries himself to the root, knot and all, as his cock swelling impossibly large inside me.
His knot locks us together as he empties himself.
Wyatt follows, his hand tight on my hip as he shudders and slams his knot inside.
He, too, fills me up. Bastion pulls out at the last second, painting my tongue and lips with his release, then pushes back in so I swallow every drop.
They hold me there for a minute, panting, trembling, their hands and mouths never leaving my skin.
I’m boneless, a ruined mess. But I’ve never felt more alive.
We stay this way, trembling and locked together, for a long time and I realize that there is nowhere else I’d rather be. Nowhere else I’d ever feel safer.
They pull out one by one once their knots deflate, careful not to hurt me, then lift me off the ground and carry me to the nest upstairs.
They clean me up and then themselves, and then wrap me in blankets before crawling inside the nest, too.
Bastion spoons my back, his arms locked around my waist. Wyatt tucks in close.
Ranier lays his head on my shoulder and murmurs, “You’re ours, you know.”
I giggle, dizzy and delighted. “And you are mine.”
My pack. My loves. My family.
I close my eyes and drift, happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life.