Chapter 44
Silas
As soon as we pull into the garage, Saint hops out and opens the back door, pulling Lark from Graham’s lap. Graham stumbles out after, reaching to tug her back into his arms. Saint growls. Graham snaps.
I give them exactly one second.
“Enough,” I bark.
They both freeze, reluctantly baring their necks. “I’ll take her. You two can deal with that shit later. This is about Lark.”
They at least have the grace to look embarrassed.
“Bite,” she groans, as I take her into my arms and carry her through the house. “Now—Need.” Her hands reach for Graham and Saint.
Over my shoulder, I ask, “Can she do this now, or should we wait?”
Saint looks at Graham, eyes wide. “What does the research say?”
Graham stops behind us at the entrance to the elevator. “I… I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know? You’ve read every article published about omegas.”
He blinks up at me, then hits the button for the third floor. “I don’t think it will harm her, but,” he hesitates, “I’m not certain.”
I lean back against the wall as we make our ascent to the nest. “You want her to remember this.”
He looks at me with scared eyes, blinking behind his glasses. “I do.”
“Me, too,” Saint says.
“No, now,” Lark groans. “My omega… wants it.”
I kiss her temple. “Okay, little bird. What your omega wants she gets.” I look at my packmates. “We do everything she wants, including bonds. We do it her way.”
They nod in unison.
“Of course. I want this heat to be perfect for her. She’s been so—”
“Afraid,” Saint finishes for Graham. He runs his palm over her arm. “Whatever you want, princess.”
The elevator opens and I walk out first. When we enter the nest, Saint switches on the twinkle lights and Graham opens the cabinet doors revealing more mirrors.
“She likes them,” he says when Saint throws him a questioning look.
I can’t help but chuckle. These two are nervous wrecks. I would be, too, if I weren’t already bonded with her.
“Who do you want first?” I ask, my hands finding the zipper at the back of her dress.
She's on her knees, swaying, her heat-damp skin warm under my palms. Her scent is overwhelming. Salty caramel, slick with want.
I get the dress off. Barely.
Her eyes are glassy, but not vacant. “Graham,” she says. “My giant. Bite me.”
Graham shucks his jacket and pants quickly, then crawls on the mattress beside her, shirt still on. “Tell me what you want, beautiful. Lay back and let me taste you.”
“No,” she cries, grasping at her cramping stomach. “Hurts. Need you, now. Bite. Knot.”
She reaches forward and rips his shirt, buttons flying everywhere. “Please. Want—”
“I know what you need,” he says, sinking between her thighs. He surprises me, ripping her panties until the crotch gives way, only the waistband remains.
“Lie back, baby. I’m going to make you feel good.”
She tumbles backward and he goes forward, sinking into her in one motion. She reaches up taking his glasses and tossing them clear of the nest.
“I wanted to see you, beautiful,” he says with a chuckle, never stopping the intense rhythm of his hips. “Fuck, you are so slick, and you smell so—”
“Bite,” she urges, showing him her neck. “Now. Please.”
She pulls his head to her neck, angling her head so that a long stretch of skin is exposed.
His eyes find mine.
I nod. “She wants it. It will make her omega happy.”
That’s all the permission he needs. He licks along the column of her throat. Takes his time finding the spot. Then he bites.
The moment he breaks skin, I feel it. Her pleasure spikes, and I go rock hard. Fuck. Is this what it will be like every time she’s with a packmate now? Will it always feel like this?
“Love. You,” she stutters as Graham lodges his knot deep inside her.
“Now me, beautiful. Sink those teeth in and claim me.”
His movements are limited now, but Lark continues to buck against him. I can feel the moment she tips into ecstasy. She rides her orgasm for a fraction of a second before sinking her teeth into his shoulder.
Graham roars his release as Lark screams, “Alpha!”
And then… he’s there. In my chest. I can feel every bit of love she has for him and every ounce he has for her. It almost hurts. Almost.
I stay very still for a moment. Just feeling it. Then I unbuckle my pants, pushing them down my legs. My cock is aching with need.
Seeing that. Feeling that. I can’t hold back my own desire for pleasure, but I also can’t take my turn. As soon as Graham pulls back from Lark it will be Saint’s turn. I need to wait.
It won't be long. An omega in heat demands more. Her biology won't allow anything else. Graham's knot releases faster than it would otherwise. He stumbles to the edge of the nest, eyes unfocused.
“That was—” he attempts to say. He pats Saint on the back, giving him a thumbs up.
I would laugh if I weren’t so hard. “Little bird,” I say, “are you ready for Saint?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods eagerly. “Yes, alpha. Need—bite.”
Saint crawls over her body. “Tell me how you want this, omega.”
She turns over and presents herself without him demanding it. “Alpha, please.”
His hands tighten. Then he lines himself up at her entrance, pushing in slowly.
She moans. “More. Knot.”
Saint’s hips start to move, slow and steady at first, then faster. “Fuck,” he hisses. “She’s so tight. I’m not going to last.”
“Don’t last,” I say. “Give her what she needs.”
He reaches his hand forward, finding her clit, as he continues the brutal pace.
“Bite,” she cries. “Please, now.”
I can feel her need through the bond. Her omega is desperate for it.
“Bond her now, Saint.” Not a bark, but still a command. “She needs you.”
He leans forward, finding her shoulder and biting down. She shudders, then screams her release. His knot slips in, locking them together as she bucks against him, his mouth never leaving her shoulder, tongue soothing her broken skin.
When they finally lie down, she closes her eyes. He holds her tight, kissing her neck, shoulder, and face. Every inch he can reach.
“I love you, Lark. I’ll never let you doubt it.”
“I can feel it,” she whispers. Then she lifts his arm from around her waist and latches her teeth onto his forearm.
She bites down. Saint grimaces, then a look of pure joy overtakes his face.
And I can feel him, deep inside. I know all the love he has for her and all the shame he feels for making her wait for him.
And then it's complete.
Her. Graham. Saint. All of them in my chest simultaneously.
A single tear forms in Saint’s eye. He feels it, too.
I look at Graham. “I can feel him,” he says with reverence. “And you.”
I swallow. This is what it’s supposed to be. We love one another. We love our omega. She loves us.
Lark’s eyes drift shut.
“Sleep, little bird,” I whisper. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”
When Lark wakes, she’s needy and desperate, hands already reaching.
“Knot.” Her voice is rough and urgent. Her slick is already soaking the sheets, the sweet caramel scent thick enough to taste.
“Shh, princess. Let us help you.”
Saint lifts her hips and enters her in one swift move. There’s no preamble. No prep. “Jesus, she’s scorching,” he pants, his hips slapping against hers.
She sprawls forward, chest on the mattress, arms spread wide. “You,” she says, her eyes locking on mine. “Taste.”
“Why don’t you let me taste you, instead?” I say.
She shakes her head. “Taste. Now!”
Graham chuckles. “You better give her what she wants, Silas.” As if I would do anything else.
I grunt, lifting to my knees. Saint sits back on his heels, continuing his pace.
“Want your cum, daddy. Please.” She lifts to her hands and sticks her tongue out, lapping at the tip of my cock as Saint’s rhythm pushes her forward and back.
I grunt, edging my cock between her lips. Her mouth stretches around me, tongue circling my head.
“Shit.” My hips start to work, my cock going deeper and deeper.
She takes more. Pushing and adjusting. Swallowing my length the way I taught her to do with Graham.
“Just the tip,” I rasp. “Use your hand.”
She hums around my cock, hand sliding up and down my length, fingers brushing over my knot. She sucks harder, hollowing her cheeks, spit dripping down her chin as Saint’s thrusts shove her deeper on my length. Her lips part, breath catching as she palms my balls.
My hand fists in her hair. “Look at me, little bird. Eyes on me when I come down your throat.”
Her golden eyes blink up at me, mouth open wide, tongue lapping at my tip.
"She's close," Saint grunts, slamming into her harder.
I feel her orgasm through the bond. A white-hot spike that makes her pussy clamp down on him. Saint snarls and locks his knot deep, flooding her. The sight rips my own climax from me. I hold her head steady and watch thick ropes of cum coat her tongue and drip down her lips.
“How was that, baby girl?” I ask. Those golden eyes blink up at me, then she opens her mouth. Cum is pooled on her tongue. She closes her lips and swallows. Then opens her mouth again, showing me her empty tongue with a proud little smile, golden eyes glazed with heat.
“All gone, daddy,” she says.
“Fuck,” Graham says from the chair.
Exactly.
Lark’s heat has gone on for three days. There’s been very little sleep. With three alphas, we rotate. So we’ve gotten more rest than she has.
It hasn’t been without its battles, though.
Lark in heat is incredibly stubborn. Her omega refuses food, water, and baths.
It took all of us to get her in the shower.
Graham knotted her against the tile wall, while I washed her hair and Saint scrubbed her body.
We’ve managed to become surprisingly efficient.
“You have to eat something, princess,” Saint urges, holding a protein bar to her mouth.
I spent days preparing frozen meals, all her favorites, but she’s stubbornly resisted everything.
We did convince her to eat a donut one day, and Saint got half an iced latte into her before she realized it was filled with protein shake instead of milk.
“I want this.” She leans forward and drags her tongue up the underside of Saint’s cock, licking the bead of pre-cum like it’s her favorite treat.
After three nonstop days, I’m surprised any of us still has the energy to get it up, but our bodies know what to do and we are ready at the snap of her long fingers.
Saint inches back. “I’ll let you taste me, if you eat two bites.” He holds the bar out to her. She whines, then snaps at the bar when she realizes he won’t give in.
“One more,” he urges.
She grumbles but takes another bite. It’s not enough but it’s something.
“Good girl,” I praise, patting her head. “Now you can taste him.”
She swallows the bite, then bobs her head forward, taking him in one swift movement. She sucks hard, hollowing out her cheeks before popping up, gasping for air.
“You,” she points at me. “Inside me.”
I lie back. Saint guides her onto me. She pulls him near and leans forward, taking him in her mouth again as she rides me.
Her hand makes little grabby gestures to Graham who’s been leaning back against the headboard.
“You want me, beautiful?”
She nods around Saint’s cock.
“What do you want from me, Lark?”
I grunt. “She wants you inside her.”
His eyes go wide. “But, I—”
“Just prep her first,” Saint groans.
The moment Graham’s pushes two slick fingers into her ass, her pussy clamps down on me like a vice.
“I don’t know if I’ll fit,” he mutters, voice strained.
“You will,” I growl. “She’s made for us.”
Saint’s hands are wrapped in her hair, guiding her mouth up and down his cock as she continues to grind on my dick.
When Graham finally notches his cock against her tight ring and starts pressing in, Lark freezes, a broken moan vibrating around Saint’s dick.
His voice hitches, “Keep doing what you’re doing to her, Graham.”
I huff. Exactly.
The pressure is intense. I can feel his thick length sliding against mine through her thin walls.
“Fuck… so tight,” Graham breathes. We start moving in sync. When I thrust up, he pushes deeper. When I pull back, he follows. We find the rhythm without speaking. It’s overwhelming.
For all of us.
“Alpha,” she moans, chasing Saint’s piercing with her tongue.
And then we are lost. Lost to the heat. The pleasure. The desire.
“Knots,” she begs around Saint’s cock.
“Which one?” Saint asks. “Graham or Silas?”
“All,” she cries desperately.
There’s no discussion. On pure instinct, Graham and I slam deep at the same time. Our knots thrum inside her, one in her pussy, one in her ass, stretching her to the absolute limit. Saint knots her mouth. Lark screams around his cock as we flood her with pulse after pulse of cum.
“Breathe through your nose,” Saint says, wiping sweat from Lark’s brow.
He closes his eyes, then chuckles. “Princess, the tongue is going to have to stay still if you want me to ease out of your mouth.”
I can’t help it. I laugh. From somewhere behind Lark, Graham makes a sound. He's laughing too.
Saint takes one more breath, then uses his fingers to ease Lark’s mouth open wider. He slides out carefully.
She sucks in air, collapsing against my chest.
“Oomph,” I grunt when Graham’s weight also collapses on top of me.
“That was incredible,” she whispers.
We all stop.
“Did she?” Graham lifts his body to look at her.
Saint leans over and kisses her. “Welcome back, princess. You were perfect.”
She smiles sleepily at him, then rests her head back on my shoulder and promptly falls asleep.
After three days, it’s over. She’s been terrified it would last all week. Worried that we would hate having to help her for so long. But it was only three days. Shorter, even, than what Graham insists is normal.
I’ll never tell her, because she has serious anxiety about her heats, but it wasn’t long enough.