Everything in me rebelled. But Sylvie was trembling in my arms, and through the bond I felt her absolute certainty that this would work.Wecould work.
“Fine,” I gritted out, shucking my pants with shaking hands.
Taimyr moved first, his hands replacing mine at Sylvie’s waist as I began to shift. “Easy,” he murmured—to her or to me, I wasn’t sure. His body took her weight while I maneuvered, and for a brief, awful moment, my back pressed against his chest.
Every muscle in my body locked. This was too close, too intimate?—
“Easy, alpha,” Taimyr said quietly.
Not rivals. Not threats.
I forced myself to relax, working with him until I was facing Sylvie. Finally. Her eyes were glazed with need, pupils blown wide, and the bond sang with her relief at having me where she needed me.
“There you are, my alpha,” she breathed, and I captured her mouth in a kiss that was more hunger than finesse.
Behind her, Kenai and Taimyr adjusted their positions without being asked. Kenai’s hands supported her legs, shifting the angle, while Taimyr braced her back, taking some of her weight so she wouldn’t have to hold herself up. Their hands wandered, finding her nipples and tweaking them until she was writhing.
It should have felt invasive—their hands so close to mine on her body, their scents mixing with ours—but instead something clicked into place. We moved together, finding a rhythm that none of us had to discuss. The bond guided us, carrying Sylvie’s pleasure to all three of us in waves that synchronized our movements.
“I’m going to knot you, omega,” I growled in her ear, and she bucked her hips against me, coating my cock in her slick. I couldn’t wait any longer, and I slid into her with one long stroke, every inch of her gripping me until my hips met her ass.
“Hold her here,” I heard myself say, my voice rough. My hand covered Taimyr’s on Sylvie’s hip, guiding him to brace her properly.
He didn’t argue, didn’t make it awkward—just adjusted his grip.
I thrust into her, and he held steady, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass.
Kenai shifted without prompting, reading Sylvie’s body the way I was learning to through the bond. Our hands overlapped on her thigh—his scarred, mine calloused—and I didn’t pull away. This was what she needed. Our omega.
Her hands reached for them, first palming through their pants, then wrapping around each of their cocks as she freed them. She tugged them until them moved again, positioned over her mouth. My balls tightened as I watched her pink tonguedance over the swollen heads, teasing them while her hands worked—using the same rhythm I was.
They kept their grip on her, moving her against me, but Kenai traced his hand through Taimyr’s hair, and then kissed him in a way that might have once made me feel like an intruder, but feeling everything they felt, right now all I felt was bliss.
Sylvie’s need spiked again for the bond, and I focused on her. With the other alphas there, I didn’t have to hold back. Instead, I was lost in her; each stroke in and out felt like heaven until I was swollen, my knot catching at her entrance.
“Knot her, alpha.”
I wasn’t sure who said it, but I didn’t care. With one last hard thrust, I forced my knot into her, and her beautiful cunt squeezed down on me as her orgasm locked me in place.
Sylvie cried out, her legs shaking in their hands. I felt it echo through all of us. The bond lit up like lightning, connecting the four of us in a web of sensation that left me gasping.
“That’s it, Sylvie,” Taimyr murmured, his voice strained. “We’ve got you.”
And we did—all of us, together.
The intensity built until I couldn’t tell where my pleasure ended and hers—and theirs— began. My vision whited out at the edges as every muscle contracted with my release. I felt my antlers brush against something solid. I should have pulled back.
I didn’t.
Instead, exhausted and overwhelmed, I let my forehead drop against the nearest solid surface—Taimyr’s shoulder, I realized distantly. The dark reindeer had moved closer at some point, supporting Sylvie from the side, and now I was practically draped over him.
I waited for the revulsion, the instinct to shove away.
It didn’t come.
I watched Kenai swipe a finger through the glisten cum on her chest, and there was no more doubt that the pleasure I had shared in had not been just between me and her, but all of us.
Through the bond, I felt Sylvie’s absolute contentment—not just in her own pleasure, but in having all of ustogether. In the rightness of it. And beneath my own exhaustion, I felt…safe. Something I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
