I didn’t stop. I met her movements with my own, thrusting up every time she sank down, making sure I hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. My hands roamed her body, learning the map of her. The curve of her waist, the softness of her thighs, the way her breasts bounced with each movement.
Beau moved to kneel beside us, his hand finding her breast, thumb circling her nipple until it peaked. “You look beautiful like this,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “Taking what you need. Taking control. So fucking gorgeous.”
“It feels so good,” she panted, riding me faster now, chasing her pleasure without apology. “Feels so good to choose. To set the pace. To not have to ask permission for what I want.”
“That’s because you’re a strong omega,” Dane said from the other side. His large hand stroked down her back, grounding her, anchoring her. “You’re not meant to be passive. You’re meant to be powerful. Meant to take control when you need it.”
The words hit her hard, and I felt the emotional impact like a punch to the chest. Years of being told she was too much, too dominant, too alpha-like for an omega. Nathan’s voice in her head saying she was wrong, broken, not a proper omega. And here were three alphas telling her that her strength was exactly what they wanted, exactly what made her perfect.
She started crying again, but she didn’t stop moving. Tears streaming down her face while she rode me harder, chasing her pleasure without shame, taking what she needed. The tears mixed with sweat on her flushed skin, and I could feel the catharsis in them. She was releasing something, letting go of the shame Nathan had beaten into her.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, thrusting up to meet her with more force. “Take it. Take everything you need. You’re allowed to want this. Allowed to enjoy it. Allowed to be exactly who you are.”
My scent-sensitivity was overwhelming now. Every emotion she felt crashed through me in waves. Pleasure, relief, joy, grief, desire, trust. All of it tangled together in a knot I couldn’t untangle. I could feel every spike of her arousal, every moment of connection, every breath where she felt safe and wanted and perfect.
It was too much and not enough, drowning and flying at the same time. I’d never felt anything this intense in my life.
“Silas,” she gasped, her movements becoming less controlled, more desperate. “I’m close. I’m so close. I can feel it building.”
“Let go,” I urged, my own release coiling tight at the base of my spine. “Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you fall apart. Want to feel every second of your pleasure.”
Her orgasm hit her hard, and I felt it through our connection like it was my own. The way her body clenched around me, impossibly tight. The way pleasure exploded through her nervous system. The way her mind went blank with sensation. She cried out, her body shaking with the intensity, her nails digging into my chest as she rode out the waves.
The sensation pushed me to the edge, my knot beginning to swell at the base of my cock. I could feel it forming, responding to her orgasm, to her omega biology calling to my alpha.
“My knot,” I warned, barely able to form words. “It’s coming. Do you want it? Tell me you want it.”
“Yes,” she sobbed, still trembling from her orgasm. “Yes, please, I need it. Need to feel full again. Need to feel connected.”
She sank down fully as my knot began to swell, taking every inch of me. I watched her face as it breached her entrance, stretching her, filling her in a way that made her eyes roll back. The knot locked inside her with an audible click, and she gasped at the sensation.
“Oh god,” she whimpered. “It’s so much. So full. I can feel it pulsing.”
The pressure of the knot made her come again immediately, a second orgasm rolling through her before the first had fully faded. I felt it crash through both of us, her pleasure amplified by my sensitivity until I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began.
I followed her over the edge, my release pulsing while my knot held us locked together. Wave after wave of it, pouring into her while she trembled and gasped above me. Through my sensitivity, I could feel her satisfaction, her completion, her overwhelming sense of rightness.
“I’ve got you,” I murmured, pulling her down to collapse against my chest. She came willingly, boneless and spent, her body still twitching with aftershocks. “You did so well, sweetheart. So perfect. So beautiful.”
“Two knots,” she whispered against my chest, her voice raw. “I’ve had two knots in one night. I never... I never knew it could be like this. Never knew I could feel this complete.”
“Now you do,” I said softly, stroking her back in soothing circles. “Now you know what you’ve been missing. What you deserve. What you’ll have for the rest of your life.”
We stayed locked together, my knot pulsing inside her, keeping us connected in the most primal way possible. I used my sensitivity to monitor her emotional state, feeling the complex mix of emotions flowing through her. She was overwhelmed but happy, satisfied but still needy, crying but not from pain.
She was healing. I could feel it happening in real-time, feel the shame and denial being replaced by acceptance and joy. Every moment we were connected like this, every second she felt wanted and cherished and perfect, was helping to erase what Nathan had done to her.
“Can you feel it?” she asked quietly, her breath warm against my chest. “My emotions. Can you feel what I’m feeling right now?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “I feel everything you feel. That’s what being scent-sensitive means. I experience your emotions alongside my own.”
“That must be exhausting.”
“Sometimes. But with you, it’s beautiful. Even the hard emotions, even the grief and fear. It’s all beautiful because it’s real and honest and you’re letting me see all of it.”
She lifted her head to look at me, and I saw wonder in her eyes. “No one’s ever wanted to see all of me before. Nathan wanted the parts of me that were convenient and tried to hide the rest.”
“I want all of you,” I said firmly. “The strength and the vulnerability. The control and the surrender. The easy parts and the difficult parts. All of it.”
