Alaric’s voice is the filthiest. “That’s it, omega. Drown your alpha in slick. That pregnant pussy knows exactly who it belongs to.”
I have never felt so exposed, so worshipped, and so completely loved all at once.
Ryker lifts his head, his chin and lips shiny with my release. His eyes are soft and full of something deeper than hunger. He crawls up my body, kissing my pregnant belly, mybreasts, my neck, until he is hovering over me. His thick cock nudges against my soaked entrance, sliding through my slick folds.
I gasp as he pushes inside me in one slow, deep thrust. He fills me completely, stretching my sensitive walls until I feel every thick inch, every vein, every ridge. He bottoms out with a low groan, his heavy balls pressed against me, the head of his cock kissing my cervix.
My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might burst out of my chest. This is nothing like the wild, filthy sex I have had with the others tonight. This is different. This is connection. This is love.
Ryker looks straight into my eyes as he starts to move, slow and deep, rolling his hips in a gentle rhythm that makes me feel every single inch of him. He leans down and kisses me, his tongue sliding against mine, tasting like me and him and us. I moan into his mouth and grab at his broad back, pulling him closer, needing him deeper.
“I love you, Anya,” he whispers against my lips, thrusting slow and steady. “My wife. My mate. I am so proud to have you like this. Carrying our pup. Wearing our ring. Taking all of us tonight and still looking at me like I am your whole world.”
Tears prick my eyes. I gasp as he hits that perfect spot inside me. “I love you too, Ryker. So much.”
He kisses me again, deeper this time, and whispers, “Say it again, baby. Let me hear it while I am inside you.”
“I love you,” I moan, my voice breaking as he thrusts a little deeper. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
His forehead presses to mine. Our breaths mingle. His hips roll in that same slow, perfect rhythm, making love to me face-to-face while the rest of the pack watches in reverent silence. His hand slides between us and rubs gentle circles overmy pregnant belly, feeling the small curve where our child is growing.
“You feel so good,” he groans softly, kissing me between every word. “So warm and wet and tight around me. This pussy was made for me. For all of us. But right now it’s mine.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. Every deep thrust sends sparks of pleasure through my whole body. I can feel how much he loves me in every stroke, in every kiss, in the way he keeps whispering my name like a prayer.
His breathing grows ragged. His thrusts stay slow but become deeper, more purposeful. I feel his cock swell inside me, the head flaring, the thick shaft pulsing.
“I am going to cum, baby,” he gasps against my mouth. “I am going to fill my wife with my seed.”
He kisses me hard as he pushes in deep one final time. His cock throbs powerfully, and then he is coming, flooding me with hot, thick ropes of cum. I moan into his mouth as I feel every pulse, every spurt painting my insides. He keeps kissing me through it, grunting softly, hips grinding in tiny circles as he empties himself completely.
When the last spurt fades, his knot begins to swell. It inflates slowly, locking us together with a perfect, stretching fullness that makes me whimper with pleasure. He stays buried deep, forehead still pressed to mine, breathing hard.
“Did you enjoy that, my love?” he whispers, voice tender.
I nod, tears slipping down my cheeks from how full my heart feels. “Yes. More than anything. I loved every second.”
He smiles and kisses me again, soft and slow. “You are my mate for life, Anya. And I am yours. Forever.”
His hand rubs my belly again, right between us, where our pup is safely nestled.
The other alphas move closer then, surrounding the bed. Hands touch me everywhere. Lorenzo strokes my hair and kisses my forehead. Marcus presses a kiss to my pregnant belly.Rex and Alaric each take one of my hands, lacing their fingers with mine. They are all murmuring soft words of love and devotion.
“You are everything to us,” Lorenzo whispers.
“Our perfect wife,” Marcus adds, voice thick.
“We love you so much,” Rex says, kissing my knuckles.
Alaric leans in and kisses my lips gently. “We are never letting you go, omega. You are ours forever.”
I look at all five of them, my heart so full it feels like it might burst. Tears spill down my cheeks, happy tears this time.
“I love you too,” I whisper, voice cracking. “All of you. I have never felt this much love at once in my entire life. My heart feels like it might burst.”
Ryker kisses me again, slow and deep, while the others keep touching me, stroking my skin, my belly, my thighs. Their hands are gentle now, reverent. I am still knotted to Ryker, full of his cum, surrounded by my pack, my husbands, my family.
This is what it means to be theirs.
