Chapter 15 #2
“Perfect,” Dane finished, his dark eyes going intense. “That’s perfection.”
Sable looked between the three of us, and I could see the heat building again in her flushed cheeks, her dilated pupils. “I need...” she started, then stopped, frustrated. “I don’t know what I need. Everything. More. You.”
“Then you’ll have us,” I said, guiding her back to the nest. “All of us.”
She crawled into the center of the nest, and we surrounded her. Not crowding, but present. Three alphas ready to prove exactly what pack meant.
The heat surged through her again, and she cried out. Her borrowed shirt was twisted, damp with sweat, and without thinking about it, she pulled it off and tossed it aside. Bare before us, flushed and trembling and so beautiful it made my chest ache.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I can’t... the fabric is too much. Everything’s too much.”
“Don’t apologize,” Dane said, voice rough. “Never apologize for what you need during heat.”
Silas moved closer, his hands gentle as they touched her shoulders. “Where does it hurt most?”
“Everywhere. My skin feels too tight. Like I need to be touched everywhere at once.” She looked at him desperately. “Is that normal?”
“Very normal.” His scent-sensitivity meant he could read exactly what her body needed. “You’re in deep heat now. Your biology is demanding pack bonding. Fighting it only makes it worse.”
“Then I won’t fight it,” she whispered. “I want this. I want all of you.”
Dane caught my eye, a question there. I nodded. We’d talked about this, the three of us. About how to handle the claiming, who would go first, how to make sure she felt cherished rather than overwhelmed.
“Beau first,” Dane said quietly. “You already started helping her through. You finish what you started.”
Silas nodded agreement. “I’ll support. Dane coordinates. We do this right.”
I moved into the nest beside her, pulling her against my chest. “May I?”
“Yes. Please. I need you.”
I kissed her, and it was different from the shower. This was claiming, possessive, mine. She opened for me immediately, desperate and needy, her hands fisting in my hair.
“I need you inside me,” she gasped against my mouth. “Please, Beau. I need to feel you.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, even though my alpha was roaring at me to just take what she was offering.
“I’m sure. I’m choosing this. Choosing you.”
I stripped off my wet jeans, finally free of the restriction, and positioned myself between her legs. She was slick and ready, heat making her body prepared for exactly this.
“Tell me if anything doesn’t feel right,” I said, pressing the head of my cock against her entrance. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Please don’t stop.”
I pushed inside her slowly, carefully, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me. She was tight and hot and perfect, and the sensation made my vision blur.
“Okay?” I asked, holding still to let her adjust.
“More than okay.” Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Move. Please move.”
I started with slow, careful thrusts, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But all I saw was pleasure as she arched beneath me, meeting my movements with her own.
Silas moved to her side, his hand stroking her face. “How does he feel?”
“Perfect,” she gasped. “So good. So full.”
“Tell him what you need,” Silas encouraged. “Don’t hold back.”
“Harder,” she said, looking directly at me. “Please, Beau. I need it harder.”
I gave her what she asked for, increasing the pace and force of my thrusts. She cried out, her hands gripping my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
Dane’s hand reached between us, finding her clit and circling it with firm pressure. The combined sensation made her scream, her body clenching around me.
“That’s it,” Dane murmured. “Let go. Let us make you feel good.”
I could feel my knot beginning to swell at the base of my cock, and I knew I needed to warn her. “Sable, my knot. I’m going to knot you. Have you ever…”
“No,” she gasped, her eyes going wide. “Nathan never... he said it was primitive and unnecessary.”
Rage flashed through me at that, but I pushed it down. This wasn’t about him. This was about showing her what she’d been denied.
“It’s going to feel intense,” I said, slowing my thrusts to give her time to adjust. “Pressure and fullness. But it’s meant to help with heat. To give your body what it needs.”
“I want it,” she said desperately. “I want everything. Please, Beau.”
I pushed deeper, letting my knot catch at her entrance, feeling her body resist and then slowly accept. She cried out as it breached her, stretching her in a way she’d never experienced.
“Breathe,” I coached, holding still to let her adjust. “Just breathe through it.”
“It’s so much,” she gasped, tears starting to form in her eyes. “I feel so full. So complete.”
My knot locked fully inside her, and the sensation triggered both of us at once.
She came with a scream, her body clenching around me so tightly I saw stars.
The feeling of her pulsing around my knot pushed me over the edge, and I followed her into release, pouring everything into her while my knot kept us locked together.
“Beau,” she sobbed, trembling in my arms. “Oh god, Beau.”
I held her through it, feeling the aftershocks rolling through her body, feeling my own release pulse in waves.
The connection was overwhelming, primal, exactly what her biology had been demanding.
Resisting claiming her in that moment was nearly more than I could manage, but I wouldn’t let it happen this way.
Not without knowing that it was definitely what she wanted.
When the immediate intensity finally eased, I realized she was crying. Not small tears, but deep, wrenching sobs that shook her entire body.
“Sable?” I asked, concerned. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she gasped between sobs. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I just... I never knew. I never knew it could feel like this.”
“How does it feel?” Silas asked gently, stroking her hair.
“Like everything I’ve been missing,” she sobbed, the tears flowing freely now. Not from pain, but from finally, finally getting what her biology had been demanding for years. “Like I’m whole for the first time.”
Dane’s hand found hers, squeezing gently. “That’s what a knot is supposed to feel like. What you’ve been denied.”
“He said it was beneath him,” she cried, the words breaking on sobs. “That proper alphas didn’t need to knot their omegas. That I was wrong for wanting it.”
“He was a fucking coward,” I said fiercely, holding her close while my knot kept us locked together. “And he was wrong. There’s nothing primitive about giving your omega what she needs. Nothing beneath anyone about providing comfort during heat.”
She buried her face against my chest and sobbed, years of denial and shame finally breaking free. I held her through it, stroking her back, murmuring reassurances while my knot pulsed inside her.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered. “We’ve got you. You’re never going through heat alone again. You’re never being denied what you need again.”
The knot would hold us for twenty to thirty minutes, and I used every second of it to prove she was cherished. Kissing her tears away, holding her steady, letting her feel the fullness and connection that was her birthright.
When my knot finally began to soften, she whimpered at the loss.
“I know,” I soothed, carefully pulling free. “But there will be more. The heat’s going to come in waves all night. We’re going to take care of you through each one.”
“All of you?” she asked, her voice raw from crying.
“All of us,” Dane confirmed. “We’ll take turns. Make sure you’re satisfied. Make sure you get the knots you’ve been denied. Make sure you feel cherished.”
She looked at each of us, and I saw the moment she fully surrendered. The moment she stopped fighting her biology and her fear and just let herself feel.
“Then take care of me,” she said simply. “Give me everything I’ve been missing.”