Page 45 of The Last Great Omegaverse

Silas’s hands tighten on my hips. “Fuck, Wren—”

I start to move, undulating my hips in a smooth rhythm that drags every inch of him along my inner walls. The others don’t just watch. Coop leans in and kisses me deep while his hand slides between us to circle my clit with perfect, devastating pressure. Asher kisses along my shoulder, teeth grazing, already tasting the place he’ll claim later. Cal stays close behind me, hands stroking up and down my thighs, watching the place where Silas disappears into me with dark, focused eyes.

The heat makes everything heightened—every stroke of Silas’s cock, every brush of Coop’s fingers, every soft breath against my skin. Pleasure builds fast and bright. I come first around Silas with a broken cry, walls clamping down hard. He holds me through it, thrusting up in short, deep pulses that drag the orgasm out until I’m shaking.

He doesn’t stop.

He fucks up into me harder now, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet room, and I can feel the first swell of his knot beginning to form. The pressure grows with every thrust until the thick base of him is forcing its way past my entrance, stretching me wider, locking us together with a deep, perfect seal that makes us both groan.

Silas’s knot swells fully inside me, pulsing, and the sensation tips me into a second climax almost immediately. I come again, harder, milking him as he floods me with cum. The pressure is intense, almost too much, and I cling to his shoulders while the others anchor me—hands on my back, my thighs, my hair.

While we’re still locked, Silas turns his face into the curve of my neck, opposite the side Coop has been kissing, and bites down hard enough to break the skin. The claiming mark flares white-hot for a second, then resolves into a deep, resonant heat that echoes through the new bond forming between us. I feel him—the quiet unshakable patience that’s been there since the very first day—slot into place beside my own heartbeat.

“Mine,” he murmurs against the mark, voice rough with satisfaction. “Ours.”

We stay locked until the knot begins to ease. After he eventually breaks free, the surge of shared release is messy but I don’t get a chance to miss the fullness. Coop is already lifting me, turning me, settling me astride his lap with the same careful strength.

“My turn, sweetheart,” he says, eyes dark, and then he’s pushing into me in one smooth thrust, the glide made easy by Silas’s release still coating me. He’s thicker than Silas in a different way, the curve of him dragging over that perfect spot inside me with every roll of his hips.

I ride him hard, chasing the friction, while Asher and Cal keep their hands and mouths on me—Asher sucking marks along my collarbone, Cal settling between my legs, tongue flicking over my clit every time I rise up on Coop’s cock. The dual stimulation is overwhelming. I come fast around Coop, and he growls low in his throat, fucking up into me through it until his own knot begins to swell.

The stretch of Coop’s knot locking inside me is different—fuller somehow, the pressure hitting places Silas’s didn’t quite reach. I shatter again the moment it catches, walls fluttering wildly around the thick base of him as he comes in long, heavy pulses.

While we’re still locked he tips my head to the side and bites down on the unmarked side of my throat, claiming me with a low, possessive sound that vibrates straight through my bones. The bond flares—scorching, bright, full of the loyalty I’ve come to expect from him—and settles deep.

“Always,” he whispers against the new mark. “Every time.”

When his knot finally softens enough to slip free, Asher is ready. He doesn’t take me on the couch. He carries me the short distance to the thick rug in front of the fireplace, lays me down on my back, and sinks between my spread thighs. The others kneel around us, hands never leaving my skin—Cal stroking my hair, Coop tracing the edges of the fresh marks on my throat, Silas’s fingers interlaced with mine.

Asher pushes into me slowly at first, letting me feel every inch, then builds to a deep, bucking rhythm that makes the firelight blur. He’s long and perfect and the way he angles his hips has me gasping on every thrust. Cal leans down and kisses me while Asher fucks me, swallowing every broken sound, and Coop’s hand slides between us again to work my clit in tight, perfect circles. Silas sucks on the hard buds of my nipples.

I come twice before Asher’s knot even starts to swell—once from the combined stimulation, once from the sheer overwhelming fullness when the thick base of him finally forces its way inside and locks us together. He comes hard, flooding me, and while the knot pulses he leans down and claims the soft skin just above my left breast, teeth sinking deep enough to mark. The bond that flares is bright and a little wild, full of the laughter and sharp edges I’ve come to love in him.

“Not interchangeable,” he murmurs against the mark, echoing my earlier words. “Never.”

By the time his knot eases, I’m trembling and oversensitive and still somehow aching for more.

Cal is the last. He gathers me up carefully, pulls me in his lap facing him, and holds my gaze while he pushes into me with a restraint that’s costing him everything, like he’s been holding himself back all night just to get to exactly this.

“Still with us?” he asks, voice low.

“Yes.” I roll my hips, taking him deeper. “Don’t you dare hold back now.”

Cal finally lets himself go, fucking me with long, powerful thrusts that draw quiet moans from my throat on every drive. The others stay close—mouths on my shoulders, hands stroking my back, my breasts, the sensitive insides of my thighs.

When his knot begins to swell I can already feel the next orgasm coiling tight. It hits the moment the lock catches, harder than any of the others, my whole body shaking apart in his arms as he comes deep inside me.

He claims me last, biting down on the soft skin of my right shoulder, and I feel it melt deep—not sharp so much as grounding, some old, steady certainty rooting into place like it’s been waiting its whole life for exactly this moment to arrive.

Four bonds now thrumming under my skin—Silas’s mindful, unshakable patience, Coop’s loyalty, Asher’s bright wildness, and now Cal’s, even and deep as the land itself—all of them woven together around the core of me.

Something old and certain rises up in me before I’ve fully decided to let it, some answering instinct that’s stayed quiet through all three of the others, waiting, apparently, for exactly this. I catch Cal’s jaw in one hand, turn his face toward mine, and before he can ask what I’m doing I lean in and set my teeth against the join of his throat and shoulder, the place where his own pulse is hammering hardest, and bite down.

He goes rigid under me, a low, broken sound tearing out of him that I’ve never once heard from him before, something between a groan and disbelief. I feel the mark take, feel it settle the same way theirs did in me, an answering thread pulling taut between us—except this time I’m the one doing the claiming instead of being claimed, and the difference matters more than I have words for right now.

“Wren—” His voice cracks around my name.

“Mine too,” I say, mouth still close against the mark, some old, fierce certainty settling into place alongside it. “You don’t get to be the only one who gets to do the claiming tonight.”