Chapter 63
sixty-three
She did it.
The ringing thought is victorious and a little dizzy. Likely because I’m currently skidding sideways into a walloping orgasm.
Pleasure crashes over me in a pummeling wave. It sloshes into Violet and Atlas, setting them off, too.
There isn’t time to catch my breath. Atlas instantly snaps upright, burying Violet and me against his chest. Elated awe sweeps through us. Our alpha’s body shakes, his purr stammering around ragged breaths. I cling to his back and let my own rumbles soothe him.
And our omega.
She really is ours, now. Woven between us like the brightest diamond thread. Beautiful. Unbreakable.
Violet can’t speak while she’s in her haze, but I feel her heart swelling, weeping with relief and fulfillment. Echoing the emotions pouring into our central tie from all sides.
Ryker appears behind her, burying his face against his claim mark. Paying no mind to how close to me the position forces him to be. Finn actually hugs me with Violet, snaking his arms through Atlas’s to hold us all.
“You did so good, baby,” he praises, pressing kisses to the side of Violet’s flushed face. “So perfect.”
She is perfect. And her Omega is my hero.
Especially when I hear a voice inside me. Quiet but oh so beloved.
Gideon, Atlas murmurs. Speaking right into my soul as his eyes flutter open, glancing at Violet with astonished reverence before burning into mine. His amazement bleeds into throat-thickening adoration. I’m inside you, my love. I’m actually—We’re bonded.
I hear the words and see the thoughts flying through his mind as he shares them. A hundred images of me over our decade together—the dozens and dozens of times he prayed for this very moment.
Tears track down my cheeks, and I don’t even care. We’re all crying, anyway. Ryker sniffs quietly against Violet’s skin while Finn beams with watery eyes. Atlas shakes as he presses wet kisses over Violet’s crown.
She whimpers, reminding me of the rest of our original plan. I answer her Omega’s wordless request, flooding her tether with reassurance. Yes, sweet angel, of course you can have his knot.
Atlas hears me and gives us both a final squeeze. Finn listens for a second before turning to fetch one of the special cleansing cloths I stocked beside the recessed mattress. They’re made specifically for heats—to keep everyone healthy without removing scents or disrupting pheromones.
My breath quivers as I pull out of Violet. Finn, Ryker, and I shamelessly stare at the way my release pours from her swollen, pink pussy and dribbles onto Atlas’s taut abdomen. His cock twitches in my ass, and I nearly chuckle.
Oh boy. This is going to be a wild week.
Ryker hears me and huffs a laugh of his own. None of us are used to the sound yet, but Violet’s Omega loves it. She sways blindly toward him, accepting another thorough scent-mark while I wipe Atlas’s rapidly recovering erection and mop up some of the cum leaking down my thighs.
A surge of fear and distress fizzles into the bond half a second before Violet’s core clamps. We all feel the sensation on a primal level, hissing and growling.
But Atlas is himself again—thank God. Instead of snarling, his features soften with empathy. He lifts Violet and slides her directly onto his magnificent girth, stretching her with shallow thrusts before plunging deeper.
She moans and writhes, desperate for more. Sympathy shreds my heart as I wrap my arms around her from the side. “I know, sweet girl,” I whisper. “Daddy’s going to make it all better, huh? What else do you need? Another cock?”
I show her a mental image, and she shrieks, pinning me with wild eyes. Practically demanding. “Good girl,” I soothe, smiling. “That sounds so good, right? Here.”
I lower myself onto my elbows beside Atlas, presenting. Giving her an example to copy. Violet immediately scrambles to obey, dropping onto our alpha’s broad chest and stretching her gorgeous ass up.
Finn watches both of us with his mouth hanging open. His brain glitches as he tries to process what he knows will now become his lifelong wet dream.
While our packmate stares, Ryker fills the space behind our omega and slowly begins feeding his cock into her back hole. I can tell he’s reached the point where he feels Atlas when the burly alpha grits his teeth, flashing a grimace of pleasure so strong, it’s nearly pain.
Violet utterly relaxes as soon as he’s all the way in. Her two alphas buck and growl, picking up a rhythm that keeps her full—and she goes limp from relief, relaxing completely against Atlas. I scoot into his side and drop my head to his shoulder, gazing into her blurred, black eyes.
“You take those alpha cocks so well, pretty girl,” I whisper, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I love watching you like this.”
I’m not the only one. Finn literally crawls to get closer, dragging in desperate pants as his cock bobs and weeps between his legs. Violet’s focus flies to the straining erection. She whimpers, lurching her gaze back to mine. Silently begging for help.
A new idea emerges, sliding to the forefront of my mind. I bite my lip, nervously slanting a look toward my alpha—
Only to find him waiting for me.
Of course.
Because he can hear my thoughts, now.
Did I already mention…
Oh boy.
I expected jealousy, or even anger. Instead, intensity bolts through his fathomless depths as lust tightens his features. A genuine tide of reassurance flows into my center, along with the purest selfless adoration.
“Do it,” Atlas husks. “Our omega wants to see.”
I know it’s killing him to give me permission—but we discussed this before Violet went into heat.
We knew having me here would mean Atlas had to learn to share me, in some ways.
The fact that I still see fanatic possession buried in his eyes as he urges me to touch another alpha just makes me love him more.
Violet whines, refocusing me. I rotate, flat onto my back, waving Finn closer. Violet outright moans when her alpha’s big cock hovers above my chest, just inches from her face.
“Should I touch him, omega?” I breathe, flashing her another mental picture. “You want me to work his cum out of his cock for you?”
“Fuck me,” Finn spits, his hips canting forward. “Please, honey. I want to come for you so damn bad.”
Violet nods frantically, rubbing her cheek over Atlas’s heart. Our alpha tenderly cups her head, petting her hair as he ruts her harder. Ryker snarls again, his eyes rolling back as he rims her asshole with the top of his knot.
Fuck.
I might end up coming for her again, too.
Before I can get too distracted by the slick pouring from my backside, I wrap my fist around Finn’s dick and start to stroke.
It isn’t anything fancy, really—just a tight hole for him to fuck while he watches his omega take our pack alpha’s knot for the first time. Atlas still growls, a flare of ownership joining the molten lust that thunders through his veins.
Finn is too far gone to notice. He gasps and bucks, pounding his girth in and out of my fingers. When my fist slips over his knot, Atlas suddenly grabs me by the hair and yanks, directing me into a seated position. Reaching around to pump my leaking cock while I rub Finn’s.
Shit. Fuck.
Oh God—
All of our pleasure zips into our bond, reverberating off each other’s walls like pinballs.
Violet’s core clamps around her alphas and sets off a chain reaction.
Once again, our whole pack climaxes in a rush.
Finn sprays onto the mattress, while I shoot thick ropes of white over Atlas’s hand.
Ryker’s spine arches as Atlas throws his head back.
Moans and shouts fill the nest. We all collapse into a sweaty heap.
And, yeah.
Like I said:
It’s going to be one hell of a week.