They start to move, finding a rhythm, one filling me, as the other pulls back. The dual penetration is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The pressure against that thin wall inside me creates a friction that has me incoherent, gasping, unable to do anything but take it.
“So fucking hot,” Elias groans, already half hard again.
“She’s taking us both so well,” Archer replies, his voice barely holding. “Such a good omega.”
Their praise washes over me, feeding some heat-driven need to please, to be good for them. I push back against Archer as Silas thrusts up, taking them both as deep as I can.
Elias moves in beside me. He guides his cock to my mouth, and I open for him. The taste of my own arousal on his skin makes me moan.
Completely filled now. Silas is beneath me. Archer behind me. Elias in my mouth. Three alphas claiming me, pleasuring me, all at once. Exactly what I need.
The pressure builds fast, my body tightening around both cocks inside me. Elias reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit, circling it with exactly the right pressure.
“Come for us,” he demands. “Let us feel you come on our cocks.”
His words shove me over the edge. The orgasm rips through me, my body clamping down on both of them as wave after wave crashes through every nerve I have.
Archer comes first, his hips slamming forward as he spills inside me. Silas follows seconds later, his knot swelling and locking us together from below. Elias pulls from my mouth just in time, his release painting my chest.
I collapse forward onto Silas, Archer’s weight pressing me down from behind. All four of us are panting, sweating, and totally wrecked.
“Fuck,” I manage, my voice raw.
“Yeah,” Elias agrees, stroking my hair. “Fuck.”
We lie there tangled together, catching our breath. My body feels pleasantly sore, used in ways I never thought I’d want ever again.
The best part?
My heat is only just beginning.
38
Mo
It’s been three days since my heat broke, and my body still hums with the memories. Archer’s hands on my skin, the sound Elias made when he came, Silas holding me afterward, his arms locked tight, like I might dissolve if he let go.
Mornings belong to the lake cabin now. Coffee on the porch, mist lifting off the water, my rocks lined up along the windowsill. Everything tastes better here. The coffee. The air. Even the silence has a different texture—soft instead of heavy.
And then there’s Darius.
He still keeps his distance, mostly. But signs of him are everywhere.
I feel… Grateful.
And more than that, maybe tenderness.
The male rebuilt his dead parents’ cabin for me. He sat out my heat because he’s trying to become someone who earns things rather than takes them.
I’ve forgiven him. I didn’t realize it at first. I think I forgave him the day I walked into this cabin and saw rocks along the windowsill. Maybe even before that. Maybe the night I watched him sitting alone on that log in the dark, shoulders hunched, looking smaller than I’d ever seen him. Or maybe when I had the heat conversation with the guys, knowing I wanted him there even if he decided not to participate, giving me time.
I just haven’t told him yet. Today, though. I’ve been turning the words over in my mind all morning, trying to find the right ones.
I’m walking toward the main cabin with Rocky and Charly tucked into my jacket pocket. They’d been complaining all morning about missing their friends—especially that smooth black river rock Silas had found a few weeks ago that Rocky had developed a crush on.
“She doesn’t even notice me,” Rocky laments from my pocket.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a boring gray lump,” Charly shoots back.