Chapter 35 Jessica #2
I taste love and possession on his lips, feel the claiming in the way his thumb strokes along my jaw. His other hand slides into my hair, cradling the back of my head like I'm something precious. Something worth protecting.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against mine. His breath ghosts across my swollen lips, and I'm shaking.
"Forever starts now," he whispers.
Then he kisses me again. Gentle. Thorough. Claiming me in a way that has nothing to do with biology and everything to do with choice.
When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard.
I barely have time to catch my breath before Carlos spins me around.
"About damn time." His grin is infectious, bright and joyful against my lips. He kisses me with all the enthusiasm I've come to expect from him—quick pecks that turn into something deeper, sweeter. "Welcome to the family, Jess."
His joy is contagious. I'm smiling so hard I can barely kiss him back, and he laughs against my mouth like he knows exactly what he's doing to me.
When he pulls away, his eyes are bright with unshed tears.
"Love you," he mouths.
I don't get a chance to respond before I feel Nacho's presence behind me.
Big hands cup my face, turning me gently. He presses his forehead to mine, and we stand there for a heartbeat, breathing the same air. His scent wraps around me—leather and rain and something dark and grounding that makes my omega purr with satisfaction.
Then he closes the distance.
The first brush of his lips is feather-light. Testing. Asking permission even though he doesn't need to. I gasp, and he takes advantage, tongue slipping inside to stroke against mine in a way that makes my toes curl against the sheets.
His hands are so large they nearly span my entire jaw, holding me still while he kisses me like he's memorizing every taste, every sound I make. Like he's been waiting his whole life for this moment and he's not going to waste a single second of it.
When he finally releases my mouth, I'm shaking.
"Mine," he rumbles against my lips.
"Yours," I breathe back.
Pedro is the last one standing at the foot of the bed, watching with those sharp hazel eyes that miss nothing. He hesitates—always the cautious one, always holding back.
Not anymore.
I grab the front of his scrubs and drag him down to me.
"Pedro."
His name comes out raw. Desperate.
Something in him breaks. His mouth finds mine, and all that careful control he always wears just shatters. His tongue traces my bottom lip, asking permission before sweeping inside to explore every inch.
A moan escapes me. His hand slides up to grip the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair. He tilts my head, adjusting the angle.
"Like this?" His voice is rough against my lips.
"Yes." I barely recognize my own voice. "Please."
His other hand spans my ribcage, palm warm and possessive against my skin. His thumb brushes just beneath my breast, and I arch into him without thinking.
"You want more?"
"Yes." The word comes out broken. "Don't stop."
He doesn't. His mouth claims mine again, deeper this time, more certain. His thumb traces higher, teasing, and I make a sound that's half plea, half demand.
When he finally pulls back, we're both shaking. His pupils are blown wide, chest heaving like he just ran a mile.
That's when the tears come.
They spill down my cheeks in hot, messy tracks, and I can't stop them. Don't want to stop them. My chest heaves with sobs I didn't know I was holding in, and my nose is running, and I'm probably a complete disaster right now.
"Happy tears." I wipe my face with the back of my hand, but more keep coming.
"Good." Carlos produces a tissue from somewhere, and hands it to me with that gentle smile. "Because sad tears would be really awkward right now."
I laugh. It comes out watery and bright and completely unromantic as I blow my nose loud enough to wake the neighbors.
But none of them are laughing at me. They're just... watching. Like I'm something beautiful instead of a sobbing mess.
"I love you." I look at each of them in turn, making sure they hear it. Making sure they know. "All of you. Separately and together and in every possible combination. I love you."
Sergio's arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me back against his chest.
"We love you too." His voice is rough with emotion. "Now rest. We have the rest of our lives to figure out the details."
I want to rest. I really do. My body is exhausted, wrung out, pushed to limits I didn't know existed.
But the heat has other plans.
It starts as a low simmer in my belly. A familiar ache that builds with each passing second, growing hotter and more insistent until I'm squirming against Sergio's chest.
"Again?" Carlos sounds equal parts impressed and dismayed. "Already?"
"I can't help it." I press my thighs together, trying to ease the pressure. "My body is apparently not interested in emotional moments. It wants more sex."
"Your body has excellent priorities." Nacho is already stripping out of his jeans, dark skin gleaming in the morning light.
"Pedro, you just showered."
"I'll shower again." He pulls his scrub top over his head, revealing the lean muscle underneath. "Some things are worth getting dirty for."
The laugh that escapes me transforms into a moan as Sergio's hands slide down my body. He cups my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples, and the ache between my legs intensifies.
"Please." The word falls out unbidden. "I need..."
"We know what you need." Sergio's voice drops low against my ear. "Let us give it to you."
They move in a coordinated dance that speaks to three days of practice.
Carlos positions himself against the headboard, pulling me back against his chest. Nacho settles between my thighs, hands spreading me open.
Pedro kneels beside us, one hand tangled in my hair, the other tracing patterns on my stomach.
And Sergio watches. Directing. Commanding.
"Make her feel good." His grey eyes are dark with want. "I want to hear her scream."
Nacho's mouth descends on me without warning.
I do scream. Or try to. The sound gets caught in my throat as his tongue sweeps through my folds, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Oh God." My hands scrabble for purchase, finding Carlos's thighs, his arms, anything solid to hold onto.
"That's it." Carlos's voice is rough against my ear. "Let him taste you. Let us all take care of you."
Pedro's mouth closes over my nipple, sucking hard, and I arch off the bed with a cry. Too much sensation. Too many hands and mouths and the relentless pressure of Nacho's tongue driving me toward a peak I can already feel building.
"I'm going to..." The words dissolve into a moan. "I can't... I'm..."
"Come." Sergio's voice cuts through the chaos. "Now."
My body obeys before my brain catches up.
The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, starting at my core and radiating outward until every nerve ending is singing. Nacho doesn't stop, working me through it, extending the pleasure until I'm shaking and gasping and begging for mercy.
Sergio moves closer, hand wrapping around himself. "You're so beautiful when you come."
I reach for him, trembling. "I want you inside me. All of you.”
Nacho flips me onto my hands and knees, and I feel him position himself at my entrance. One thrust and he's buried to the hilt, the stretch exquisite and overwhelming.
"So tight." His voice is strained. "Even after three days, you're still so tight."
He sets a punishing rhythm, hips snapping against my ass, hands gripping my waist hard enough to leave bruises. I drop my head, hair falling around my face, completely lost in the sensation.
Carlos appears in front of me, his cock at eye level, flushed and straining.
"Open up, gorgeous."
I take him in my mouth without hesitation. The taste of him floods my tongue, salt and musk and uniquely Carlos. I hollow my cheeks and suck, rewarded by the groan that tears from his throat.
Hands everywhere. Nacho behind me. Carlos in my mouth. Pedro's fingers pinching my nipples. Sergio's palm stroking down my spine, possessive and approving.
I'm drowning in them. In sensation. In love.
Nacho starts to swell at the base, impossibly thick, and I push back against him, desperate to feel him lock into place. He thrusts deep and holds, the thick ridge catching at my entrance—stretching me impossibly—before sliding home with a pressure that steals my breath.
The pressure triggers another orgasm. This one is deeper, fuller, pulling a scream from my throat that's muffled by Carlos's cock. I clench around Nacho, milking him, feeling him pulse inside me.
"Fuck." Carlos's hands tighten in my hair. "Jess, I'm going to..."
I swallow every drop he gives me.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs and sweat and satisfaction.
I can't tell where one alpha ends and another begins.
Don't want to. Through the bond, I feel their emotions mixing with mine—love, possession, contentment, fierce joy.
This is what pack feels like. Not just four alphas.
Not just one omega. Family. Home. Everything.
Sergio lies beside us, watching, waiting.
"Your turn is coming." I reach for him with a trembling hand. "I haven't forgotten about you."
"I know." He catches my hand and presses a kiss to my palm. "I can wait."
"You've been waiting." I study his face, the tension in his jaw, the want barely concealed behind his grey eyes. "You've been holding back. Taking care of everyone else first."
"That's my job."
I squeeze his hand. “You’re not just the leader of it. Let us take care of you too."
Something cracks in his expression. The iron control he's been maintaining for three days finally slips, and underneath I see exhaustion. Longing. Need.
"When Nacho's knot releases." His voice is rough. "You're mine."
"I'm already yours." I pull his hand to my chest, pressing it over my heart. "All of me. Forever."
Four men who love me. Who've shown me what it means to be cherished instead of controlled. Who've spent days worshipping my body and now want to spend a lifetime worshipping my soul.
Callum tried to suppress this part of me. Tried to convince me that my needs were shameful, my desires excessive, my omega biology something to be medicated away.
These men are setting me free.
The pressure finally releases, and Nacho slips out of me with a mutual groan, my body reluctantly letting him go. Before I can catch my breath, Sergio is there, rolling me onto my back, settling between my thighs.
"Look at me." His grey eyes lock onto mine. "I want to see your face when I claim you."
He pushes inside with one smooth thrust, and I gasp at the fullness. Different from the others. Not better or worse, just different. Every alpha feels unique, and I'm learning to crave each of them in their own way.
Sergio moves slowly. Deliberately. Each thrust hitting exactly the right spot, building the pleasure.
"I've waited years for this." His forehead presses against mine. "Wanting you. Telling myself I couldn't have you."
"You have me now." I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "You have all of me. Forever.”
His rhythm increases, control finally shattering, and I rise to meet him. The headboard bangs against the wall. The bed creaks dangerously. Somewhere behind us, Carlos makes a comment about structural integrity that I'm too far gone to process.
The orgasm builds like a wave, cresting higher and higher until I can't hold it back anymore.
"Sergio." His name tears from my throat. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." He drives deep and holds, swelling impossibly thick at the base until we're locked together, inseparable. "My omega. My pack. Mine."
We shatter together.
The world goes white. Silent. Perfect.
When I come back to myself, I'm crying again. So is Sergio, tears tracking down his cheeks, grey eyes bright with emotion he usually keeps locked away.
"Happy tears?" My voice is wrecked.
"The happiest." He kisses me softly, tenderly, nothing like the frantic coupling of moments ago. "Thank you for saying yes."
The others pile onto the bed around us, creating a nest of warm bodies and tangled limbs. Carlos's leg thrown over mine. Pedro's hand on my hip. Nacho's breath warm against my shoulder.
Pack.
"So." Carlos's voice breaks the comfortable silence. "Does this mean I can finally tell people you're our girlfriend? Because I've been dying to update my relationship status."
"Girlfriend seems inadequate." I snuggle deeper into the pile of alphas. "What's the word for 'I'm bonded to four alphas, and we just had three days of marathon sex'?"
Nacho's voice is dry. “I wish it was longer.”
"We've been blessed to have you." Pedro adds softly.
"Loved," Sergio says, his voice cutting through the teasing. "The word is loved."
After twenty-eight years of not quite fitting. After two years with a man who tried to make me smaller. After three weeks of falling and three days of burning.
Finally, irrevocably, completely loved.
"We should have a ceremony," I murmur, already half-asleep. "Something official. For my mom. "
"Whenever you want," Sergio says. "We're already yours. The ceremony is just making it public."
Carlos's hand finds mine under the blankets. "I vote for soon. I want to stand up in front of everyone and tell them you're ours."
"Soon," I agree. "When the timing feels right."
The heat simmers low in my blood, satisfied for now but not quite finished.
But I'm not worried. Because I have them. My pack. My family.
I can survive anything, with them beside me.