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"Yes," I gasp, arching back against Jonathan. "Please. I want both of you."
Jonathan growls his approval, removing his fingers and positioning himself at my entrance. Alexander stills completely, his breathing ragged as he holds me steady. There's a moment of pressure, of stretching beyond what I thought possible, and then Jonathan pushes in alongside his twin.
The sensation is indescribable—a perfect fullness, a burning stretch that borders on pain before transforming into the most intense pleasure I've ever experienced. I cry out, a sound that seems torn from the deepest part of me. They're both inside me, stretching me, filling me completely. For a moment, none of us move, frozen in this perfect moment of connection.
"Breathe," Alexander urges, his voice strained with the effort of remaining still. "Just breathe."
I force air into my lungs, feeling my body adjust to accommodate them both. The initial discomfort fades, replaced by a building pleasure so intense I can barely comprehend it. Every nerve ending is alive, firing signals of ecstasy to my overwhelmed brain.
"Move," I beg, unable to form more complex thoughts. "Please, move."
They begin slowly, finding a rhythm that seems impossible yet perfect. As one withdraws, the other pushes deeper, ensuring I'm never empty, never without the fullness I crave. The dual sensation is overwhelming, unlike anything I could have imagined. My body responds with waves of pleasure that build upon each other, each crest higher than the last.
"So perfect," Jonathan growls against my neck, his rhythm growing more urgent. "Made for us."
"For both of us," Alexander echoes, his hands gripping my hips with bruising intensity.
I'm suspended between them, caught in their perfect choreography, unable to do anything but feel as they drive me higher and higher. The pressure builds within me, a gathering storm of sensation that threatens to consume everything I am.
"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for. "Please, please, please."
Their movements become more frantic, more desperate. I can feel their knots beginning to swell, catching at my entrance with each thrust. The added friction sends sparks racing along my spine, pushing me closer to the edge.
"Together," they growl in unison, their scents merging into something new, something powerful that wraps around me like a physical force. "Come for us, Storm."
The command, spoken in their twin voices, sends me hurtling over the edge. Pleasure explodes through me, white-hot and all-consuming. I scream their names as my body convulses around them, drawing them deeper, milking them with desperate contractions. Through the haze of my climax, I feel their teeth on my neck. One beside Rook's claim and the other mirroring on the other side, breaking my skin in perfect synchrony.
The dual claiming marks send a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through me, so intense it borders on pain. Their knots swell fully, locking us together in the most intimate way possible. I feel them both spill inside me, their release triggering yet another climax that tears through me with devastating force.
And then the bonds snap into place. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever experienced, more intense than both previous bonds combined.
Through this new connection, I feel them both—their souls joining with mine. And through them, I feel something else—their connection to each other, deep and unbreakable. The depth of it staggers me.
Most overwhelming is what they feel for me—two distinct yet harmonious forms of love, as different as they are similar. Alexander's is warm sunshine and gentle rain. Jonathan's is fierce protection, burning passion, unyielding strength. Together, they create a perfect balance, each complementing the other.
We remain locked together, our bodies and souls entwined. I'm caught between them, filled completely, claimed entirely. The bond pulses between us, golden and bright, weaving us together in ways I never imagined possible.
"Ours," Jonathan murmurs against the mark he's left, his voice rough with emotion.
"Always," Alexander echoes, pressing his lips to the opposite side of my neck.
The intensity of the moment brings tears to my eyes—not from pain, but from the overwhelming rightness of it all. I've found my place, my pack, my family. These alphas who see my strength as an asset rather than a flaw to be corrected. Who want me exactly as I am—fierce, defiant, untamed.
"Yours," I whisper, the word encompassing so much more than I ever thought I could give. In this moment, suspended between these two alphas, their knots locking us together, I feel whole in a way I never imagined possible.
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Storm
Around us, the nest cradles our joined bodies. Fox and Reed still sleep in the far corner. Reed's arm protectively curved around Fox's smaller frame. Through our shared bonds, I can feel the faint echo of Fox's contentment, his peace in sleep. And beyond that, the warm pulse of Rook's presence, drawing closer now as he returns to the nest.
My body trembles with aftershocks, tiny earthquakes of pleasure that ripple through me each time one of the twins shifts slightly as they both purr for me.
Rook enters the room with the scent of cinnamon on his heels.
"Frankie," I whisper.
Jonathan's arms tighten around me at the mention of my beta's name. I feel a flash of possessiveness through our fresh bond, but it's tempered with understanding. Through me, through our connection, he can sense what Frankie means to me—the gentleness, the safety, the unconditional acceptance.
