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Having them both there, taking turns sucking me, I’m in heaven. Everything I could ever want is here in this room… including the beta who is trying very hard not to stare at his uncle and what he’s doing with Raeka.
My head leans back, and a low moan comes from me. I don’t bother keeping it in; I can’t. My eyes close, and I let them take care of me—something that is still very new to me. When I come, I’m inside Raeka’s mouth, and the omega greedily swallows down my cum.
Time both crawls by and flies. I lose track of how many times we take turns with our omega, wearing her out in every position possible. We have a bout in the shower when the bodily fluids become too much to bear. We don’t even break for food. When one of us falls asleep, the others are there to pick up the slack. Our omega, even when she’s delirious, is hungry for us every hour until her heat ends.
And by the time it ends? We’re a mess of sweaty limbs on the floor, all of us curled around her. Gideon lays at her back, while Colter lays in front of her, the omega curled onto her sidebetween them. I sit with my back leaning against Colter’s bed, watching the three of them sleep, my muscles sore as hell.
Raeka wears a peaceful expression for once, her lips parted slightly. Her blond hair is a mess, but never has she been more beautiful. And her scent? Fuck, now that it’s mixed with ours, she smells perfect. Like she was always meant to.
Gideon is fast asleep, his glasses set aside at a safe distance. The alpha’s expression mimics Raeka’s; he’s at peace, too. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen him so relaxed, so happy.
And Colter? The beta wears his scars without hiding them from any of us. Gideon told me the gist of what happened, how he tried to take his own life. With all he’s been through, I can’t blame him for feeling like he wanted an out, but I’m glad Gideon found him in time and stopped him from bleeding out. This pack would feel empty if Colter wasn’t here.
If anything, the beta is the reason we’re all here. Without him, Gideon never would’ve gone searching for an omega—and that kickstarted the events that led us to this moment.
Maybe Raeka hasn’t faced facts yet, but I have.
This pack is mine.
Chapter Thirty-Six – Raeka
My body is sore as hell when I come to, and I’m not going to lie, I’m also groggy and starving. Now that the fever pitch has waned, I can think straight again, and everything the guys and I did comes tumbling back in my mind.
All the sex. All those orgasms. No bonding bites.
I don’t know why, but it surprises me that my neck is free of fresh bites. A part of me thought Pax and Gideon would lose control and clamp their fangs down into my skin, mark me and bond us together even though I didn’t want them to. I mean, who was Colter to try to stop them? Just a beta, a beta who could never realistically overpower either alpha.
But there’s no marks on me. Maybe a bruise or two from a hickey, but I’ll take those any day.
I groan, sitting up and holding my head. When my eyes finally focus on the area around me, I realize I’m alone in Colter’s room, on the mess of a nest that definitely saw a lot of things the past few days.
It’s crazy, but I don’t know that I would’ve been able to get through that heat without the guys’ help. I managed to make it through my first natural heat with my fake knot, but… this time it would’ve been impossible. Being in a house with them, having them so near, made everything more real.
I have no idea where the guys are, which is fine. It lets me get to my feet and wander to the nearest bathroom. Colter’s. I don’t even care that I don’t have my soap or my shampoo in his shower; I use all of his stuff while I rinse off, cleaning myself of the layers of sweat and sex still lingering on my flesh.
I wander down to my room after I shower and toss on some clean clothes, and then I head down to find the guys in the kitchen. Gideon is in the process of making homemade Frenchfries, while Pax and Colter are working on seasoning a few slices of chicken breast and cutting up green beans. The sight of all three guys working together makes me smile.
They each perk up when I enter the room, before they turn their gazes to me and see me. The mere smell of me puts them on high alert.
“So,” I say, leaning on the counter a few feet from them. “Made it through, thank God. For a while there, it was touch and go.”
Pax’s green eyes twinkle, and the alpha smirks as he says, “Wasn’t that touch and go, as soon as you let Colter come get us. We told you we could help you through it.”
“Oh, yeah,” I deadpan. “You really helped.” And by helped, I mean fucked. Their knots definitely hit something in me that silicone knot couldn’t. Even now, the thought of my alphas, totally naked, ready to be of service to me fills me with a fire that shouldn’t have enough energy behind it to even materialize. I should be exhausted—and I am—but I should be so exhausted that sex should be the very last thing on my mind.
These guys just bring it out of me, apparently.
The chicken, now perfectly sliced and seasoned on a pan, goes into the oven. Gideon tells Pax to set a timer, and Pax dutifully does so. That leaves Gideon with the potatoes and Colter with the green beans; I can tell Colter’s not used to chopping anything. He’s slow, and he only cuts one bean at a time.
Pax gets me a vitamin-enhanced water from the refrigerator and brings it to me. “You weren’t complaining at all when you were full of my knot, you know.” His voice is low, growly, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
I fight that shiver, but it’s a battle I could never win, so I play my body’s reaction off as I unscrew the water bottle’s cap and take a long swig. Only when I drink half of the whole thing do Isay, “Oh, sorry. I thought you were going to go on and on about that special dick of yours.”
The über alpha moves so he stands in front of me, one arm on either side of me, boxing me in against the counter. His tall frame bends as he buries his nose in the crook of my neck, nuzzling against me as he murmurs, “Joke all you want, Raeka, but you were damn near begging for it.”
“Pax,” Gideon says, “don’t get her all worked up again.”
“Right.” The alpha pulls his face away from me, towering over me as he straightens out once again. “The four of us are going to sit down, have a nice, huge dinner to refuel… and discuss what comes next.”
