“We won’t,” Dane promised. “We’re going to move now. Going to make you feel so good you forget your own name.”
They started slowly, finding a rhythm that worked with both of them inside me. Dane would thrust forward while Silas pulled back, then they’d reverse, creating a constant sensation of fullness and friction that made my vision blur.
“That’s it,” Silas encouraged, his thumb finding my clit and circling with firm pressure. “Feel us both, sweetheart. Feel how perfectly you fit us. How perfect we fit you.”
The pleasure built with every thrust, every movement driving me higher. I could feel them both so clearly, could distinguish between Dane’s thick length filling me from behind and Silas’s perfect angle hitting spots inside me that made me see stars.
Beau moved closer, his hand stroking down my back. “You look so beautiful like this. Taking both of them. So strong and perfect and ours.”
The praise made something in my chest go warm. Iwasstrong. Was taking two alpha knots at once, was about to form two more pack bonds, was choosing this with full awareness and no shame.
“Harder,” I demanded, finding my voice. “I need it harder. Need to feel you both claiming me.”
They gave me what I asked for. Dane’s thrusts became more forceful, driving deep enough to make me cry out. Silas matched his rhythm, both of them fucking into me with synchronized precision that made coherent thought impossible.
“I’m going to knot soon,” Dane warned, his voice strained. “Both of us are. That’s going to be intense, Sable. Two knots locking inside you at the same time. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes,” I sobbed. “Yes, I want it. Want your knots. Want your bites. Want everything.”
“Then take it,” Silas said, increasing the pressure on my clit. “Take our knots. Let us claim you properly.”
I could feel both of them swelling, their knots beginning to form at the base of their cocks. The pressure was incredible, stretching me even further, making me feel like I might break apart from the intensity.
Dane’s knot caught first, breaching me from behind with a pressure that made me scream. The fullness was indescribable, overwhelming, perfect. And then Silas’s knot followed, locking inside me from the front, and I shattered.
My orgasm hit like a physical force, tearing through me in waves that seemed endless. I could feel every pulse, every clench, every moment of pleasure amplified by the dual fullness of their knots locked inside me.
“Now,” Dane growled against my shoulder. “Claiming bite now.”
His teeth sank into the junction of my neck and shoulder on the right side, and I felt the bond snap into place instantly. Hot and bright and permanent, flooding me with his emotions. His possessiveness, his protectiveness, his absolute certainty that I was his.
“Mine,” Silas said against the left side of my neck, and his teeth followed. Another bond, different but equally strong, settling into my chest beside Beau’s and Dane’s.
Three bonds. Three alphas. All of them mine.
“My turn,” I gasped, and without thinking about which one to bite first, I turned my head and sank my teeth into Dane’s forearm where he was gripping my hip.
As soon as my teeth released, I leaned down and bit Silas’s shoulder.
Both bonds formed simultaneously, and the sensation was like lightning through my entire body. I could feel them feeling me, feel the loop of connection that suddenly existed between all four of us. Beau’s steady presence, Dane’s fierce protection, Silas’s overwhelming empathy and care.
And underneath it all, through all of them, I could feel myself. Feel how they saw me. Strong. Capable. Perfect exactly as I was. Not too much. Not too difficult. Not more alpha than omega.
Just exactly right.
The emotions were too much, too intense. I started crying, still impaled on both their knots, still locked together in the most intimate way possible. But these weren’t tears of pain or fear.
These were tears of finally,finallybeing seen. Being wanted. Being claimed by people who actually understood what they were claiming.
“I can feel you,” I sobbed, not sure which of them I was talking to. Maybe all of them. “I can feel all of you. Feel how you see me. Feel that you actually want this. Want me.”
“Of course we want you,” Beau said, his hand stroking my hair. “Never doubt that, Sable. You’re perfect. You’re ours. You’re everything.”
“I can feel your emotions through the bonds,” Dane said, his voice awed. His knot pulsed inside me, still releasing, stillclaiming. “I can feel how scared you were. How much Nathan hurt you. How much courage it took to let us close.”
“I feel it too,” Silas added, his scent-sensitivity probably making the experience even more intense for him. “And I feel how happy you are right now. How complete. How right this feels despite how terrified you were.”
“It feels perfect,” I admitted, my voice breaking. “I didn’t know it could feel like this. Didn’t know pack bonds could be this strong.”
