“She’s okay,” I said. “But her scent...”
That’s when it hit them. Now that she was clean, now that she’d had release and her body had responded to touch, her scent had fully bloomed. Cedar smoke and autumn rain and something that called to pack on a primal level.
Silas inhaled sharply. “Oh fuck. That’s...”
“Perfect,” Dane finished, his dark eyes going intense. “That’s perfection.”
Sable looked between the three of us, and I could see the heat building again in her flushed cheeks, her dilated pupils. “I need...” she started, then stopped, frustrated. “I don’t know what I need. Everything. More. You.”
“Then you’ll have us,” I said, guiding her back to the nest. “All of us.”
She crawled into the center of the nest, and we surrounded her. Not crowding, but present. Three alphas ready to prove exactly what pack meant.
The heat surged through her again, and she cried out. Her borrowed shirt was twisted, damp with sweat, and without thinking about it, she pulled it off and tossed it aside. Bare before us, flushed and trembling and so beautiful it made my chest ache.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I can’t... the fabric is too much. Everything’s too much.”
“Don’t apologize,” Dane said, voice rough. “Never apologize for what you need during heat.”
Silas moved closer, his hands gentle as they touched her shoulders. “Where does it hurt most?”
“Everywhere. My skin feels too tight. Like I need to be touched everywhere at once.” She looked at him desperately. “Is that normal?”
“Very normal.” His scent-sensitivity meant he could read exactly what her body needed. “You’re in deep heat now. Your biology is demanding pack bonding. Fighting it only makes it worse.”
“Then I won’t fight it,” she whispered. “I want this. I want all of you.”
Dane caught my eye, a question there. I nodded. We’d talked about this, the three of us. About how to handle the claiming, who would go first, how to make sure she felt cherished rather than overwhelmed.
“Beau first,” Dane said quietly. “You already started helping her through. You finish what you started.”
Silas nodded agreement. “I’ll support. Dane coordinates. We do this right.”
I moved into the nest beside her, pulling her against my chest. “May I?”
“Yes. Please. I need you.”
I kissed her, and it was different from the shower. This was claiming, possessive, mine. She opened for me immediately, desperate and needy, her hands fisting in my hair.
“I need you inside me,” she gasped against my mouth. “Please, Beau. I need to feel you.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, even though my alpha was roaring at me to just take what she was offering.
“I’m sure. I’m choosing this. Choosing you.”
I stripped off my wet jeans, finally free of the restriction, and positioned myself between her legs. She was slick and ready, heat making her body prepared for exactly this.
“Tell me if anything doesn’t feel right,” I said, pressing the head of my cock against her entrance. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Please don’t stop.”
I pushed inside her slowly, carefully, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me. She was tight and hot and perfect, and the sensation made my vision blur.
“Okay?” I asked, holding still to let her adjust.
“More than okay.” Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Move. Please move.”
I started with slow, careful thrusts, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But all I saw was pleasure as she arched beneath me, meeting my movements with her own.
