Chapter 45
Luna
The wave recedes. The knot-need is still there, gnawing at me, but I can think in whole sentences again.
I’m in the middle of the nest with my three alphas. All of them stripped down, all hard planes and muscle, sprawled around me and waiting.
The sight alone sends a cramp tearing through my lower belly. Heat floods down behind it, pooling, and I’m suddenly, stupidly aware of how empty I am. I double over. A thin, high whine scrapes out of my throat before I can catch it.
They go alert at once.
Bram gets there first. Big hands scooping me up off the pillows, settling me into the center of the nest, easy. “What do you need, sweetheart?”
I look up at him. “A knot,” I say, my voice shot to gravel. I push up on my hands and meet his eyes, then Ash’s, then Reed’s. “And your bite. All of you. I want all three of you to claim me.”
Every muscle in the room locks. I guess this is awfully straightforward for such a big thing.
“Luna.” Bram’s voice drops low. “You understand we won’t be able to take it back.”
“I’m counting on it,” I say, smiling.
“What’s twelve divided by five?” Reed asks.
“Reed,” Bram says.
“Sorry, beautiful.” Reed crawls closer, his eyes dead serious. “But I just want to make sure you’re actually driving the car right now.”
I huff a laugh that turns into a gasp as another cramp folds me over. “The answer’s two point four. And if you don’t touch me in the next five seconds, the answer’s going to be murder.”
“Looks like you’re home,” Reed says, and grins.
The next wave hits again without warning, and the need that was patient a second ago shows every one of its teeth.
Bram takes over. Hands spanning my hips, his weight coming down over me, his leather scent coming with it. “I’ve got you,” he says against my ear.
I’m so wet there’s nothing left to work for. He slides home in one long push and we both groan. His knot’s already swelling at the base, catching thick on every drag, not quite locking yet. I get my nails into his back and hold on, my breath coming apart in pieces.
Make it stay. I want him stuck. I want him so deep in me he can’t get out for half a day.
“Bram.” I find his eyes and hold them. “Now. Do it now. Don’t let it go down.”
He drives in to the root, and his knot swells past the place where pulling out stops being an option, and locks.
The stretch of it whites out every thought I’ve got left.
My body clamps down hard and the peak takes me, and that’s the moment he sets his teeth where my neck runs into my shoulder and bites down.
The pain flares and turns molten. I come so hard my ears ring, and something snaps into place behind my ribs. Him, sitting there. Warm. Immovable.
My head falls back. “I can feel you.”
Bram, who never once in his life asked anybody for a single thing, makes a sound I’ve never heard out of him, and his shoulders shake. I get a hand in his hair and pull his head down against my throat and hold him there.
“I love you,” he says into my skin. Rough, plain.
“I love you too,” I tell him.
The knot holds, buried to the hilt, still locking us together, and his mouth curves against my throat when he feels me loving it through our bond.
He shifts his weight carefully, keeping us pinned together as he rolls us onto our sides. He pulls my thigh up over his hip, drawing me tight against him. The change in the angle drags his thick knot over an entirely new spot, lighting up my whole spine and ripping a fresh whine right out of me.
“How does it feel?” Ash murmurs as he presses up along my back.
“Why don’t you find out,” I manage.
He huffs a breath against my nape. His hands skim down my spine and over the curve of my ass, thumbs spreading me.
The slick is running everywhere now, and he unhurriedly coaxingly gathers it up, working one finger and then two into my ass.
My heat has already made me beautifully pliable, softening me to take a second knot, and the sudden stretch has me desperately craving it.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Ash breathes.
Then the head of his cock presses where his fingers were, slow. The stretch climbs and climbs the thin line between too much and not enough until I’m shaking apart between the two of them.
Both of them. Bram in my pussy, Ash in my ass, not one inch of me below the belt left empty. My omega’s got no words left in her except yes.
Ash bottoms out and goes still, his forehead dropping between my shoulder blades, breathing ragged. Then he moves back and forth as Bram grinds me from the front, rocking that thick knot inside me.
When the next peak starts to climb, I tilt my head back, baring the unmarred curve of my other shoulder to him. “Ash. Please. Bite me now.”
He sinks his teeth deep into my skin, right opposite Bram’s mark.
The sharp puncture sends a bolt of deep heat straight to my core, and a second massive weight settles in beside the first. Him.
His love is a brilliant, steady mirror that reflects back who I am and chooses to stay, an unshakeable foundation.
I love you, he projects through our bond, his mind brushing against mine as I throw my feelings back at him.
Then Reed, who can barely hold still. I reach down and take him in my hand, hard and already slick at the tip, and I stroke him, slow.
His breath punches out of him. His hand finds the place where Bram and I are joined and two of his fingers slide up to my clit, working it in tight circles in time with the Ash’s and Bram’s cocks moving in me.
All four of us are moving together now in one rhythm.
It doesn’t take long for the sheer friction of all three of them to send me hurtling toward the edge. I look down at Reed, my hand tightening on his length. “Reed. Now. Do it now.”
He leans down and buries his teeth low on my collarbone. The third weight drops into place. Fierce. Unrelenting. A wildfire that would burn the whole world flat before it ever let me get cold.
Bram’s knot pulses and floods me deep. Ash shudders and spills with a curse against my shoulder. Reed comes hot over my fingers with a groan that has my name buried in the middle of it.
“I’ll always love you, Luna,” Reed pants against my collarbone, his hands gripping my waist tightly, anchoring himself to me.
“And I’ll always love you,” I whisper back as I turn my head slightly to press a weak, heavy kiss to the curve of Bram’s jaw, then to Ash’s knuckles where they rest against my chest. “All of you. My alphas.”
It’s a long time before the knots finally ease enough to let us separate, and not one of them makes a move to hurry it along. We stay tied and tangled, breathing in a quiet moment that feels out of time, before we all slide together into a peaceful sleep.