“That’s terrifying,” she admitted.
“I know. But you’re brave enough to let me see anyway.”
After a while, once the intensity had calmed and we were just holding each other while my knot kept us locked, she spoke quietly. “I want the claiming bites.”
My heart rate picked up immediately. I felt Beau and Dane both tense beside us.
“Now?” I asked carefully. “During heat?”
“Yes.” Her voice was firm, clear-headed despite the heat hormones. “I know what I’m asking for. I’ve coordinated enough emergency responses to understand permanent bonds and irreversible decisions. I want to be claimed by all three of you. And I want to claim you back.”
Dane moved closer, his hand finding hers. “Explain what you mean by claiming us back.”
“I know it’s not traditional,” she said. “Omegas don’t usually give claiming bites. But I’m not a traditional omega, and I refuse to be in a bond where only you three have marked me. I want you to feel owned too. I want everyone to see my bite on your necks and know you belong to me as much as I belong to you.”
The fierce possessiveness in her voice made my alpha practically purr. This wasn’t some meek omega asking permission. This was Sable demanding equality, demanding her place as an equal partner in this pack.
“I love that,” I said immediately. “I want your bite, sweetheart. Want to wear your mark.”
“Same,” Beau said, his voice rough with emotion. “I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
“Fuck yes,” Dane agreed. “Claim us, Sable. Make us as much yours as we make you ours.”
“So we’re doing this?” she asked, looking at each of us. “All three of you will claim me, and I’ll claim all three of you?”
“Yes,” we said in unison.
“How do we do it?” she asked. “I mean, I know the mechanics. But logistics with three alphas and one omega?”
“We take turns,” Dane said, ever the tactician. “You’re still in heat. The waves will keep coming. Silas already has you on his knot, so when it releases, we wait for the next wave. Then we do it properly. One at a time, make sure each bond forms correctly.”
“Starting with who?” she asked.
“Beau,” I said immediately. “He went first, he should get his claiming bite first. Then me. Then Dane.”
“And I bite you back each time?” She wanted the details, wanted to understand exactly how this would work. So practical, so perfectly her.
“Yes,” Dane confirmed. “At the moment of climax, we bite. The bond forms instantly. You’ll feel it, we’ll feel it. Then we move to the next alpha.”
“This is going to take hours,” she said, but there was anticipation in her voice, not complaint.
“Probably most of the night,” Beau agreed. “Heat waves usually come every hour or two. So yes, we’ll be doing this for a while. Is that okay?”
“More than okay,” she said. “I want this. I want all of you, permanently, bonded to me in a way that can’t be broken.”
“Then that’s what you’ll have,” I promised.
My knot was starting to soften, and I felt her disappointment as I carefully pulled free. She whimpered at the loss, my release dripping from her, and I had to look away from the sight or I’d be hard again immediately.
“Rest for a bit,” Dane said, pulling her against his chest. “The next wave will come soon enough. And when it does, we’ll start the claiming.”
She settled between us, and I could feel her emotions settling too. Anticipation, certainty, a bone-deep rightness about what we were about to do.
We stayed like that for about forty-five minutes. Long enough for her body to recover, for us to give her more food and water, for everyone to prepare mentally for what came next.
When the heat hit again, it was fierce. She cried out, her scent spiking so sharply that all three of us responded immediately.
“Beau,” she gasped, reaching for him. “I need you. I need your bite.”
