I have to wait for him to strike first—he has first rights—but it’s hell holding myself back.
Wait for Alex.
Wait.
Fucking wait!
Skyla’s sweet body winds up tight, tension shivering through her where she’s pressed against me. Her pussy tightens as she screams out her pleasure. I feel Knox’s weight shift, allowing Alex to pull out slightly.
We don’t want to force her to take two knots.
It could seriously hurt her and us.
Then Alex strikes.
Skyla’s body goes rigid, the tension shuddering through her like lightning. A sharp cry bursts from her throat, raw and beautiful, and the sound tears straight through me. Alex snarls against her skin, as the fat bulge at the base of his cock quickly inflates. It pushes against my shaft, making me grunt, but I breathe through it, trying to stay calm and steady, waiting my turn.
A few beads of blood push up around Alex's lips, then he sucks.
I grip Sky’s hips, grounding her, grounding myself, as the air in the room thickens with scent and sound and heat. Every breath feels synced—her pulse, Alex’s, Knox, Dakota,and me—all spiraling together until it’s impossible to tell where one of us ends and the next begins.
Finally, Alex lifts his head, breathing hard. The skin of Skyla’s shoulder gleams faintly, raw where his mark sits—right beside Knox’s, the two overlapping. For a moment, the room feels suspended in quiet awe.
“Now,” Knox snarls, ordering me to claim her before the haze lifts.
Then I bite down.
The copper tang of blood hits my tongue, sharp and grounding, and my entire body locks. Instinct surges through me as my knot pops into place. My cock is all muscle, ridged and unyielding, as I pump my omega full of my seed.
I suck and every nerve in my body vibrates, thrumming with the need to anchor myself to her, to my pack, to make the world settle in one perfect, unshakable connection.
Skyla trembles beneath my hands, her scent changing in the air—richer, steadier, as if something deep inside her has clicked into place. My fingers dig into her hips, drawing a slow breath that burns all the way down. I wait for the spark, the flare of connection that should follow, but nothing comes. A hollow ache opens in my chest, the sharp edge of hope twisting into disappointment.
A part of me knew it wouldn’t be instant, but I prayed it would be.
“Harder.” Alex hisses between his teeth, his muscles straining, and I realize that Dakota is gripping the alpha’s cock, squeezing his knot as hard as he can.
I feel bad. While Alex got to mark Skyla first, my knot is the one that’s getting to enjoy the tight clench of her pussy.
It’s the greatest feeling on earth.
“That’s it.” Alex exhales, the tension in his shouldersfinally releasing as his chest rises in a long, shaking breath. “Oh, that feels good, Dakota.”
Knox leans forward, wrapping his arms around Alex’s waist, steadying him as he guides the red-haired alpha’s head back to rest on his shoulder. Alex breathes, eyes closed, every hard line in his body softening.
“Easy, Tadeo,” Knox says to me, but there’s approval in his voice, telling me that I’m claiming her right. “She’s passed out.” He reaches around Alex, brushing the back of his hand along Skyla’s cheek. “You can release her now. Clean her mark, alpha. It’ll help it heal.”
I hesitate. My fangs still pulse with that deep, instinctive ache, but Knox is right.
Slowly, I draw back, feeling Skyla’s soft skin give before my fangs slip free.
I take a moment, watching the way her pulse flutters beneath the new marks, how her skin glows faintly under the soft light. Then I bow my head and press my lips to it, soothing the sting, cleaning the edges with slow, careful passes of my tongue.
She deserves this—gentle, sacred, real. Not rough and careless like her old pack.
I want our marks—mine, Alex’s, Knox’s—to be beautiful on her skin.
Proof that she’s loved right.
