“I need you,” I said, looking between them. “Both of you. At the same time.”
Silas’s eyes went dark. “Sweetheart, that’s pretty advanced for your first real heat with a pack. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” I was already moving toward them, my body knowing what it wanted even if my brain was still catching up. “I want both of you inside me. I want your knots at the same time. I want to be so full of you that I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything except feel.”
“Fuck,” Dane breathed, and I felt his control snap through whatever connection we hadn’t formed yet. “Yes. If that’s what you want, we’ll give it to you.”
“Tell us how,” Silas said, already stripping off his clothes. His body was lean and defined, every muscle visible under flushed skin. “How do you want us?”
I thought about it, my heat-addled brain trying to work through logistics. Two alphas, both with knots that would lock inside me. One would take me from behind while the other took me from the front. Both filling me, both claiming me, both making me theirs.
“Dane first,” I decided. “He’s bigger. I want him behind me, want to feel him open me up. Then Silas in front, so I can see his face when you both claim me.”
“Jesus Christ,” Beau muttered from the edge of the nest. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Dane moved into position, his large hands gentle despite the hunger in his dark eyes. “Are you sure about this? Taking two knots at once is intense. If it’s too much, if anything hurts, you tell us immediately and we stop.”
“I’ll tell you.” I positioned myself on my hands and knees, presenting for him in the most primal way possible. “But I need this, Dane. Need to feel both of you. Need to be claimed by you at the same time.”
His hand stroked down my spine, sending shivers through my overheated skin. “Then we’ll make it good for you. Make it so good you never doubt you’re ours.”
I felt him position himself behind me, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I was slick from heat, from Beau’s earlier claiming, from my body’s desperate need for exactly this. But Dane was right that he was bigger than the others, and I felt the stretch as he began to push inside.
“Breathe,” he coached, his voice rough with restraint. “Just breathe through it. Let your body adjust.”
I tried to breathe, tried to relax, but the sensation was overwhelming. Fuller than I’d ever been, stretched in ways that made me gasp. He pushed deeper, inch by inch, until I thought I couldn’t possibly take more.
And then he pushed deeper still.
“Oh god,” I whimpered, my arms shaking with the effort of holding myself up. “Dane, you’re so big. So deep. I can feel you everywhere.”
“Not everywhere yet,” he said, bottoming out inside me. His hips pressed flush against my ass, and I could feel every inch of him buried in my body. “But we’re getting there.”
He gave me a moment to adjust, his hands stroking my hips in soothing circles. I could feel him holding back, feel the tension in his body as he fought to stay still when every instinct was probably screaming at him to move.
“Okay,” I gasped when I could form words again. “Okay, I’m ready for Silas.”
Silas moved in front of me, and I looked up to meet his eyes. They were dark with desire, his pupils blown wide, but there was tenderness there too. Care. The promise that he’d take care of me even while we did something that pushed every limit I had.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, stroking my face with gentle fingers. “Full of Dane, about to take me too. So perfect and strong and ours.”
“Make me yours,” I pleaded. “Both of you. Claim me together.”
He positioned himself below me, lying on his back so I could sink down onto him. With Dane already inside me, the angle was different. Tighter. When Silas pressed against my entrance, I felt the resistance immediately.
“It’s okay,” he soothed, reading my sudden spike of fear through his sensitivity. “Your body can take this. Omega biology is designed for exactly this. Just trust us.”
I lowered myself slowly, feeling Silas breach me at the same time Dane was buried deep. The sensation of being filled from both directions was indescribable. Too much and not enough, painful and perfect, overwhelming every sense I had.
“Holy fuck,” Silas groaned as he slid deeper. “Sable, you feel incredible. So tight. I can feel Dane inside you too.”
“Same,” Dane grunted from behind me. His hands tightened on my hips, holding me steady while Silas pushed deeper. “This is intense. I can feel every time you clench around both of us.”
I couldn’t form words anymore. Could only make sounds as they both filled me, stretched me, claimed space inside my body that felt like it had been designed specifically for them. When Silas finally bottomed out, when I was completely full of both of them, I sobbed with the intensity of it.
“Too much?” Silas asked immediately, his hands cupping my face. “Do we need to stop?”
“No,” I managed. “Not too much. Perfect. You’re both perfect. Don’t you dare stop.”
