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I thanked her but was too embarrassed to bring the topic up until in the middle of the night when both were sleeping soundly. I eased myself up, careful not to wake them, and left the nest on my own power for the first time in days. It was only on my return that I found Jack awake, waiting for me.
“You are stronger.” Was all he said.
“Yes. I… I want to.” My hands flapped about as I searched for the words.
“Understood. Come here.” He held his arms open, and something, not unlike a sob, caught in my chest as I folded into his arms. “I’m glad you are feeling stronger for that. For anything.”
“I’m… I’m stronger. What I did—”
“Don’t. Let’s not talk about that. Not until it is all of us.”
“Just hold me, alpha. I need you to hold me. The poppy has clouded all my thoughts and… I have not felt like myself until now. I want to know you are here and that this isn’t some fever dream.”
“Always.” His arms tightened, and while my wound twinged, I relaxed into his embrace. Everything that was good about Jack flitted through my mind. I lacked the words to tell him what I wanted.
“Everything happened so quickly,” I began. “Everything since you came back, I mean.”
“Shush.”
“But it did. It feels very new.”
“Another time, Trix. Just try and sleep omega.”
I opened my mouth to attempt the conversation again, but his fingers laced through mine and he brought them to his lips in a lingering kiss that had my toes curling and scent thickening.
“That is a good sign,” he chuckled. “I’m pleased you are receptive to our attentions. While I enjoy my time with Pax, I have missed you. Your body too, your moans of pleasure, seeing you flushed with desire… I want to take you away from everyone, even him, and fuck you hard and long. Not hard, yet. But long. Making you come as often as possible… To help you heal.”
I nuzzled the crisp hair on his chest. “I would like that.”
His hand stroked down my side to cup my mound, a single finger slipping between my folds to find me wet and wanting.
“Goddess…” we hissed at the same time.
“So wet for me, omega.”
“Yes…” I found myself arching into his touch, desperate for every light and teasing pass of his fingers against my sex. “Please, alpha.”
“Are you sure?” He asked. “Only if—”
“I’m sure.” I rolled onto my back, spreading my legs. Jack leant in, kissing my breasts, sucking on my nipples, and all the while, his hand continued to play between my legs. The pressure became more sure, rolling around and over my clit. The pace could almost be considered lazy, but, Goddess, it did things to me. I was so blind with need, so desperate for more, for everything he had to give. I blindly wrapped my hand around his hard cock, giving him equally teasing but determined strokes along his thick length.
“Trix, what you do to me… Harder, Trix. Harder.”
On the next downward stroke, I let my short nails drag over his knot. The groan, the gentle lift of his hips as he begged for more, gave me to confidence to do it again.
“You can be rougher…” He put his hand over mine and showed me how he wanted me to squeeze and stroke him. All the while, he drove me mad with how his fingers probed my sex.
A sound like a snore reminded me that Pax was in the nest. “He is going to be so jealous. When he wakes to smell us and…”
He groaned as if imaging how Pax would respond. I had watched them together every day now. All the ways they could please each other. Their large, powerful bodies could be rough, almost dangerous in the way they fucked. At other times, their tenderness made me blush. And every day they ensured I tasted their cum. Feeding me with their fingers, through their kisses, after they had pleasured each other with their mouths. Then they would kiss and lick at their mate bites and the wound at my side.
Always so tender and careful, leaving me needy and slick. They claimed I was too weak, that the doctor had said they could not knot me.
Now, at last, one of my mates was fucking me. Though it might just be his fingers, my pleasure built with a steady pace until I writhed against him, his cock forgotten except that my hand was still mindlessly rubbing up, down, and along his length and knot—only it was Jack who controlled my movements, jerking himself off with my hand.
When they came, our orgasms seemed to sneak up on us. Quiet and blindingly intense. My mouth opened in a silent scream. Jack grunted, jerking our hands faster, and then leaving my hand at the end to catch his spend while he gripped his knot. I twisted in his arms and licked up the cum on his stomach.
“I love the way you taste.” I kissed the muscles which flexed against my lips.
