Track 18 Arms

"Join our pack," he repeats, sounding breathless and excited and worried all at once.

I blink up at him, drops of water run over my face. "Are you asking because we just had mind blowing sex? Or is this actually something you want?"

He smirks at me all smug bastard as his arm loops around my waist holding me up when my knees would have given out. "It's both honestly. I want to do that with you every fucking morning."

"The breakfast of champions," I murmur, reaching up to brush the skin just outside his mating bite from Liam. He shudders under my touch, eyelids fluttering before he forces them open to pin me with his no nonsense look.

"Join our pack, sweet thing," he repeats with more force, more assuredness. "We want you to be a part of us. I want to sink my teeth into your neck and bond you, to feel you, just like I can feel Liam and Rafe. Please, Sorrel."

I'm breathless. Literally, breathless. My lungs have stalled out at the honesty in his voice, the pleading. He wants me. They want me. I never thought it would actually happen. That they would decide I am the girl for them, that they would want to keep me.

I'd decided to enjoy the time I had with them, while I could, while I held their attention. He smirks at me. "Breath, Sor," he murmurs, shifting closer, pressing his forehead to mine.

I do, my lungs working off his command as my hand drifts up to his strong jaw. "You're sure?" I ask, needing to give him an out. Just in case it really is the endorphins from explosive sex.

A soft chuckle puffs over my lips, and he laces his hand through my wet hair. "Yes, Sorrel. I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure."

He probably wouldn't have. I don't know Gray all that well. How could I when we only met a few weeks ago? But I do know that no one forces him to do something he doesn't want to do. If he's asking me to be a part of his pack, he's been thinking about it for a while. He means it. They mean it.

I want this so bad. But a part of me still can't believe it.

"Believe it, sweet thing," he murmurs against my mouth, because I apparently said that out loud.

"But why would you want me?" I ask, hating how vulnerable the question makes me. Hating that I can't just take this good thing that the universe is giving me and run with it.

He pulls back to glare at me. I ignore it and keep talking. "I mean it, Gray. Why would you want me when you can have anyone in the freaking world? You've dated models and actresses, famous chefs. Your omega is the most famous person on the planet, and you want to have a fry cook in the same pack as him?"

"Hey," he all but barks. "You aren't just a fry cook, Sorrel. You're a business owner. You've kept that restaurant going despite the nearly insurmountable odds. You're a survivor, a fighter. And you've done all that while being kind, not letting your trials harden you. We would be honored to have you in our pack."

Honored.

He can't really mean that.

I'm not anything special.

"What if you change your mind?" I ask, voice small.

The glare on his face softens, and he sighs, before reaching back to flip off the water. My stomach drops when he doesn't say anything else, just bundles me out of the shower and into a fluffy towel.

I've ruined it—just like I knew I would—by doubting him. Of course, they don't really like me. Or maybe they do, but me pointing out my flaws, being insecure about it? That has to be a turn off.

It is a turn off.

We're silent as Gray squeezes my hair with a towel. I try to take over for him, but he growls at me wordlessly and I let him finish drying me off. When I try to do the same to him, he slaps my hands away with another growl.

By the time he's bundled me into a robe and put enough wavy hair products in my hair to style all the Bellisima Lingerie models before a runway, I'm staring at the floor, fighting back tears.

I don't really understand what's happening here. He seems angry at me, and he hasn't said anything more about me joining their pack, so I have to assume he's changed his mind, but if that's the case, why is he taking care of me?

Is this something he does with every woman he has sex with?

I wouldn't put it past him. Although he seems standoffish and tough, he's actually very caring. I've seen it with Liam.

We're silent as he takes my hand and leads me into my bedroom, where he pulls on his navy boxer briefs and nothing else, and then helps me into one of the matching silk pajama sets they bought me.

So he's not going to kick me out right now. If he was, he would put me into street clothes, right? He's not going to send me out into the world in silk light gray shorts that show off the bottom of my ass cheek, right?

"Maybe." He jerks when I speak, like he wasn't expecting me to. Like he thought I'd stay silent through all of this. I lick my lips and look away from him. "Maybe I should just go… go home."

"No," he says simply.

"No?" I repeat back, not able to follow what is happening here.

"No, sweet thing, you're going to stay right here."

"But you don't-"

He cuts off whatever I was going to say with a quick kiss to my lips, then laces his fingers through mine, pulling me out of the room and down the hall to… Gulp … Liam's nest. He doesn't hesitate to push open the door. The low murmur of Liam and Rafe's voices drift to me from inside the room and longing hits hard and fast.

My heart thunders in my chest as I pull back against his forward momentum, his insistent tugging. " I can't ," I hiss at him. "He hasn't invited me."

Gray gives me an unimpressed look over his shoulder. "Don't be ridiculous, Sorrel. He wants you here as much as I do."

‘But how much is that?' I want to ask. I don't. Instead, I twist my hand until he releases me, letting me take a step back, farther away from the omega's nest. Everyone knows you don't just go into an omega's private space. I've never seen Sylvie's loft bedroom at her cabin, since it doubles as her nest. And we've been friends for years.

I won't set foot inside of Liam's space until he invites me. I'm not taking Gray's word for it. The last thing I want to do is upset Liam when he's been so warm to me. "I-I can't go in there," I murmur, turning on my heel and striding away from him, from them.

A second later, the world spins and flips and when I get my bearings, I'm upside down on Gray's shoulder, my head hanging by his ass, and his hands gripping my thighs to keep me in place.

"Gray!" I protest, kicking my feet. But it's too late. He's already stepping over the threshold into Liam's nest, and the scent… fuck, the scent of the three of them together is enough to get me wet all over again. No doubt scenting my arousal, Gray chuckles and nips at the outside of my thigh.

"What's all this?" Liam asks in his slightly accented voice.

Gray flips me over his shoulder, dropping me unceremoniously into a pile of pillows and cushions and blankets that all smell like the Cordova pack. I even get a faint whiff of wood smoke and vanilla whiskey scent, though I have no idea how that's possible. I know he hasn't set foot in Liam's nest. He hasn't even been in this apartment.

I blink up at the omega hovering over me as the prime alpha answers him. "Our beta didn't think she was invited to your nest. She was ready to bolt, rather than give you a chance to extend one to her."

Liam frowns, a wrinkle forming between his brows, and I reach out to smooth it away without thought. He catches my hand and presses a kiss to my palm before murmuring, "I'm sorry if I made you think you weren't allowed in here, lovely. Of course, I want you with us. Always."

I swallow and look away. Don't they understand that I'm terrified of what all this means? If they suddenly decide that they don't actually want me? The farther I let myself fall with them, the harder it'll hurt.

The omega bends and brushes his nose along the length of mine before kissing the tip.

"I also asked her to join our pack," Gray says in an offhand way, like joining a pack isn't a huge freaking deal.

Liam jerks away from me to look at his prime alpha with wide green eyes. "You did?" His mop of dark red curls shudders with his movement. "Really?"

Gray grins while Rafe moves closer to me and Liam. "I did."

"And what did you say, conejita ?"

My gaze flicks nervously to Gray, wondering if he'll fill them in, but he remains silent, watching the three of us with an intensity I've never seen before. Its bordering on… proud, like he's proud to see all of us together in Liam's nest, that he could bring us all together.

Rafe nudges me with the back of his hand on my hip. "What did you say?" he prompts again. I drag my gaze away from Gray and focus on first him, then Liam.

"I wondered… I'm worried that you'll change your mind." I squeeze my eyes closed as the words leave me in a rush, not wanting to see their expressions as I bare my vulnerability to them. "The last thing I want is to agree and announce it," because there will be an announcement, complete with my face splashed over every tabloid in the freaking world, "And then have you decide you made a mistake. I don't... I don't want to give more of myself and go all in with the pack only to have you realize I'm not…"

"Not what, lovely?" Liam presses gently, even though he must know what I'm trying to say. They all do.

"I'm not special," I whisper. "I'm not… I don't fit with the life you want, with the life you lead. A crowd of twenty people outside the car freaked me out. Being the center of attention makes me sick to my stomach. I still dress like a teenager. My hair will never be sleek and smooth. I flip burgers for a living." I finish helplessly. It's only a matter of time before they realize it, before the shine of a new conquest wears off and they see me for the small-town girl that I am.

The bed dips. A big soft hand slips up my neck to cup my cheek, thumb stroking my skin. "Sorrel Forbes," Liam murmurs, sounding put out as hell. "How dare you say you aren't special?"

My eyes fly open to meet his, and now that I'm no longer hiding in the dark of my closed eyes, I can see the empathy in his face, the gentle chiding. I can't tell if I hate it or love it. Is it pity? Or does he know what this feels like, too? Has he experienced this kind of self-doubt?

Almost as soon as I have the thought, I dismiss it. He's Liam Cordova . The world has loved him since he burst onto the acting scene when he was an adorable tween.

I look away from him, only to find Rafe watching me with a similar look of aching softness. I can't take it. My eyes flutter closed again.

"But I'm not," I say again. "It's okay. Not everyone was meant for great things. I'm just… I'm one of them. I'm meant to live a small life. I was never going to…" I trail off. How can I explain it to them? "The universe conspired to show me I wasn't meant for more." Is what I settle on.

"Why do you think that?" Gray asks. I feel him move closer, kneeling on the cushions next to me.

My throat gets tight, my chin wobbles, but I don't answer. I haven't told anyone this. Not once. Not even Gage knows. When would I have told him? When he was deployed half a world away?

"Sorrel, lovely," Liam's fingers brush over my closed eyelids. "Open your pretty eyes and look at us." I do. "Why do you think that?" He repeats Gray's question.

Okay… Okay. This is it. I can do this. I can tell them. Share with them one of the most vulnerable parts of myself. I push myself into a seated position, scooting until my back rests on the cushion covered headboard. They move with me. Liam cuddles on one side, Rafe on the other, while Gray kneels by my feet.

"I was in college, a sophomore, when my parents had their accident. The roads up in Kilrose are windy and they can become very dangerous in the winter with heavy rain and then snowfall. My dad mut have lost control of the car or… I have no idea what happened, but they went over the embankment, their car rolled for a hundred feet or more and then hit a tree. My father… he was gone by the time anyone came to help." Liam laces his fingers with mine and snuggles into my side while Rafe drapes an arm around my shoulders to pull me to his chest.

I stare at the place where Liam and I are tangled together, palms pressing. "My mother was medevac'd to the hospital in Granton. And I… I was living here at the time, so I rushed there when the police called me. She was on life support, barely holding on. She looked so… broken, you know? Not like my mother at all. She was strong and funny and could make anyone laugh with just a few words and she… God, she didn't have any of that anymore."

Gray shifts closer, until his knees press into mine and he can cup my cheek, swiping his thumb over my cheek to catch the tears that have spilled down it.

"I sat there and held her hand until she woke up. I thought she was going to be okay, because the doctors said if she woke up, it would improve her chance of survival dramatically. She clutched my hand and made me promise…" I choke on the words that need to come out, because I know they'll be tinged with bitter resentment, proving just how ungrateful I am, how selfish.

"What did she ask of you, conejita ?" Rafe murmurs gently, sounding like he already knows the answer, but he wants me to say it.

"She made me promise that I'd take care of the restaurant, her and my father's dream. That I wouldn't let it fail. I told her we'd do it together, make sure it thrived together. But she-she…. told me I'd have to do it alone." The last word comes out as a sob and my words cut off.

That was enough, wasn't it? I don't need to tell them how I promised I'd do it alone, that I'd give up my dream for hers. I don't have to tell them I held her hand until she died, cried oceans of tears with my forehead pressed to her knuckles.

Or that the very next day I withdrew from my classes, packed up my dorm room and returned home.

"Oh, sweet thing." Gray's hands slide up and down my thighs in a gentle massage. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that alone."

I bite back another sob and take a deep breath, mastering my emotions. After so many years, I'm a pro at this. I swallow down my guilt and resentment, my anger and my grief, and force a smile to my mouth. "It's okay," I say, wiping at my cheeks. "I'm fine."

"No, you aren't," Liam says softly, squeezing my fingers and nuzzling into my neck. "But you will be. We'll make sure of it. It's what packs do. You just have to let us."

"You know, with us as your pack, there's no way The Shack would fail," Gray says, still sweeping his warm palms up and down my thighs. "We'd make sure it has everything it needs to thrive."

"And you could focus on your dreams," Rafe adds, kissing my temple. "Go back to school, finish your degree. We'd cover all of it."

It sounds nice. So freaking nice, but my stomach cramps at the idea. "I don't want you to think I'm only with you for the money. For the things you can give me."

The words fall out of my mouth in a rush and I wish I could call them back, but I can't. "I prefer if you never spent any money on me at all."

Liam snorts. "Tough shit, lovely. We have money. We like spending it on people we care about. If you join our pack, our money becomes your money." He says it like it's just a simple fact. Like there's no big deal about handing over billions of dollars to someone they've only known for a few weeks. "You're going to have to get used to the idea of letting someone else help you, take care of you."

Gray nods. "Even if you don't agree now, Sorrel, we're not going anywhere. We're in this for the long haul. Eventually, we'll wear you down and you'll say yes."

My nose wrinkles. "Wear you down. Have there ever been three more romantic words?"

They chuckle and I do too. The truth of the matter is. They are wearing me down, right now in this moment. I'm tired of struggling by myself, tired of doing everything alone, of just making ends meet. Hell, I'm tired of being alone.

And being with them, this perfect pack that makes my heart soar and my soul sing and my body ache in the best way? That's a dream come true.

My heart thunders in my chest, my hands suddenly damp with nervous sweat. "Okay," I whisper, too quiet, really.

"What was that, lovely?"

I lift my eyes and lick my lips. "I said, okay."

"And by ‘okay' you mean?" Rafe pushes.

I roll my eyes even as my lips twitch into a smile. "Yes. I mean, yes. I'll join your pack."

There's a breathless moment of them waiting, like they're expecting me to take it back or something. But I don't. I'm not going to. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I know without a doubt this was the right choice.

All the uncertainty and fear slipped off my shoulders with just a few uttered words. It is glorious.

Gray cups my cheeks, making me meet his eyes. "You're sure?"

I nod as best as I can. "Yes, I'm sure."

Liam lets out a whoop of pure joy and pushes Gray out of the way so he can press his mouth to mine. I'm smiling as he does, and he's smiling too. Laughing and kissing. It's… so perfect.

A surprised sound huffs from my lungs when Liam pulls back suddenly and scrambles away from me, heading to a low table along the side of the bed. "What-" I cut off when he snatches up his phone and starts tapping on it, thumbs moving at a rapid pace as be types something.

He smirks up at me. "I'm telling Joey to arrange an interview where we can announce you joining our pack." My stomach clenches at that. But he looks so goddamn happy that I don't say anything. "I want everyone to know you're ours. The sooner the better, I say."

Rafe hums his agreement, fingers sliding under the hem of my camisole to tickle over my stomach. "Now that we've got that settled, we should celebrate."

I know exactly what he means, but still look at him with wide eyes. "Celebrate? How should we do that?"

He growls and sweeps his palms up, taking my cami with them until it's over my head and off my body. "I think you know, conejita," he murmurs before bending to kiss my nipple. The contact makes me gasp and arch into him, making him rumble in pleasure as his tongue slips out and laves my nipple.

Liam drops his phone and moves back to us, kneeling at my side as Rafe drags his mouth lower, his hands on my hips tugging me down until I'm flat on my back. His thick fingers catch in the elastic waistband of the silk shorts Gray dressed me in and he looks up at me with a question in his eyes. "Can I?"

I nod. "Yes."

A wolfish smile curls the alpha's lips, and he peels the fabric over my hips. Liam smooths my hair away from my face, smiling down at me as I shift to help Rafe. "So fucking pretty, Sorrel."

I blush, and not just because of the compliment, but because the omega's eyes latched onto the spot between my legs as he said it.

It occurs to me that this is Liam's first time seeing me totally naked. We fooled around on the Ferris wheel, but since we came to Granton, they haven't pushed for anything sexual. They haven't even slept with me in my bed.

Maybe I should have taken that as a sign that they were serious about me, that they weren't after me for just sex, that they actually want me. But even now that I've said yes, it doesn't make sense to me.

All thought flees as Rafe bends his head and licks me from slit to clit. I moan, but it's muffled by Liam's mouth as he kisses me long and deep. At odds with the teasing brushes of his fingertips over my nipples.

Rafe's fingers dig into my thighs as he growls against my lower lips, holding me open wider, giving him better access to my most intimate part.

"You're gonna gush on Rafe's tongue, aren't you, sweet thing?" Gray asks, as Liam kisses his way down my neck. "Give him what you denied me earlier. Let him eat up all your cum."

My gaze finds Gray lounging against the headboard, his hand idly stroking his cock. I nod. "Yes."

"No running this time if you squirt."

I shake my head as Rafe stops licking me to peer up my body. "Is our girl a squirter?"

"I haven't in the past. This morning with Gray was…"

"The first time?"

I nod.

Rafe hums as he grins and drops his mouth back to me, biting and licking and sucking with renewed vigor. Two fingers slide inside me with no warning, homing in on that spot deep inside me that has stars exploding behind my eyes. Rafe strokes over it over and over, then jiggles his fingers. That same sensation I had earlier with Gray builds, and I know I'm already so close to giving them what they want.

"That's it, lovely," Liam croons, smiling down at me and running his fingers through my hair. "Just like that. Come on your alpha's tongue."

" Dámelo bebe. Dámelo ahora ."

I cry out as my head tips back, and arousal gushes between my legs, spills out of me and into Rafe's mouth. He groans and laps it up, fingers continuing their assault on my g-spot, dragging out the pleasure, making it grow again.

Hands press my knees back to my shoulders until my legs splay obscenely wide and Liam kneels next to Rafe between them. Two mouths sweep over me, groaning and snarling, trying to get more of me on their tongues. My hands shoot down, fist their hair to hold them in place as I come again, grinding as best as I can into their mouths.

" Deliciosa ." Rafe swipes his hand over his glistening lips, then licks his fingers. "You taste so fucking good, baby."

Liam hums his agreement, his head still between my thighs, tongue languidly circling my clit, before dropping to scoop out whatever arousal he can from inside me. He doesn't swallow though, instead he crawls over to Gray, straddling the alpha's lap. Gray parts his lips and sticks his tongue out. I whimper as Liam spits my cum into his alpha's mouth, then kisses him filthily, smearing my arousal on both of their faces.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Gray murmurs when Liam pulls back, foreheads touching. His gray eyes find mine. "Rafe is right. You are delicious, sweet thing."

The other two men hum their agreement.

"Time for you to fuck our girl, omega," Gray orders. Making Liam's head shoot up to stare at his prime alpha.

"Yeah?"

He nods. "Yeah, you're the only one who hasn't been inside her. Time to claim her, baby."

My omega's green eyes come back to me, caress me from the top of my messy hair over my naked body.

"You ready for me, lovely?" Liam asks, expression soft. He's so fucking beautiful it makes my heart ache. My legs part as my fingertips brush over his forehead, trace his eyebrows, the arch of his cheekbones, his full pouty mouth.

"I am," I say simply, hooking a foot around his ass and tugging him closer. "Fill me up, Liam. Make me yours."

He groans and shifts closer, hand wrapped around his cock, guiding it to my entrance, where he slowly, so fucking slowly, eases into me. Like we have all the time in the world. Like he wants to savor every moment of his first time being inside me.

His mouth opens on a pant as his eyes slip closed. "Oh, fuck, lovely, sweet girl. You feel too good. So hot and wet and.. Mine . You feel like mine. Tell me. Tell me your mine."

I smile up at him, lace my fingers through his hair, tugging him down so I can whisper against his mouth. "I'm yours, Liam Cordova."

His hips give an involuntary jerk as he groans. "I'm yours," I repeat against his cheek. "Yours." My teeth scrape over his jaw, catch the lobe of his ear. "Fucking yours, Liam."

An embarrassed laugh falls from his lips. "I'm gonna come already, Sorrel. I'm sorry. I can't help it. I need… I need to fill you up."

I'm surprised and disappointed. I thought my first time with Liam would last longer. Certainly, I'd thought he'd give me an orgasm or two before he finished. But I'm not going to deny my omega, deny him. "Come for me then, omega."

"Sorrel!" He shudders, hips kicking forward as I feel him spill inside me. Rafe and Gray let out indulgent chuckles, not at all surprised by this turn of events. Is this typical of being with a male omega? Are they that responsive? That sensitive?

Rafe runs a hand over Liam's head, spearing his fingers through his dark red hair, while the omega's cheeks flush bright red. "Don't be embarrassed, mi amor. "

Liam shakes his head and lets out a rueful laugh. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who got their dick inside our girl and lost control after two minutes, like a freaking teenager."

Gray chuckles, cupping my breast and rubbing his thumb over my nipple. "This is what it's like being with an omega," I don't know if he's telling me or reminding Liam. "He's very sensitive and feels the need to come quickly. The good news is he has no refractory period."

"Refractory period?"

"The time it takes for a man to get hard again after coming. Our little omega doesn't need it," Rafe says as Gray moves behind Liam, stroking a hand over his spine. "That means if Liam is turned on, he's hard."

Liam's blush deepens as he bends to rub the tip of his nose against mine. "Which means I'm hard anytime I'm around any of you." He groans, hips bucking forward as Gray gives a wicked laugh.

I don't know what he's doing, but I can guess based on Liam's reaction, the way his full lips part on a pant and his fingers dig into the sheets next to me.

"Better start fucking our little beta, Liam," Rafe says, lazily stroking his cock. "Or I'll have no problem pulling you off her and fucking her myself."

"Yes, omega," Gray intones, arm muscles bulging with each movement of his hand. "You came inside Sorrel without making her come first. You need to rectify that. Now."

Liam's brow furrows as he looks down at me. "Right, yes. Of course, I'm sorry, lovely." His mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking and scraping, even as he pulls his hips back and fucks into me. "I'll make sure you come on my cock so many times before I'm done with you."

What happens next is a blur. Hands and mouths and teeth and cocks. I'm pretty sure I become nothing more than a vessel of pleasure. Sweat slicks my skin, my breath comes in pants and moans and sighs. My hands flutter from body to body, abs and shoulders, necks and hair, cocks and thighs and asses.

My omega thrusts in and out of me, sucking on my neck hard enough that I'm sure I'll have a hickey come tomorrow. Or maybe not. There's a pop as he pulls off my neck, but he snarls and lunges down again, eyes focused on the spot, only to be stopped by Gray's hand around his throat. "No, omega."

Liam whines but gives a grudging nod. I'm not really sure what just happened here. Does Gray have a problem with Liam marking my skin? That can't be right. They should all want to do that if they want me to be a part of their pack.

I have a moment of hurt and uncertainty, but it vanishes as Gray presses a kiss to Liam's temple and murmurs, "gonna fuck you both, now." The omega moans and wiggles, his dick twitching inside me, sending ripples of pleasure out. Gray reaches around and curls one hand over my throat, claiming just like Gage did. But I get the impression he's doing it to prevent Liam's teeth from sinking into me in the heat of the moment.

And sure enough, the omega snarls when he sees what his alpha is doing. There's a loud smack and Liam whines as a flood of pre-cum soaks my pussy. "I won't bite her," he whimpers. "I promise, alpha, I won't. But I want to look at her pretty neck while we fuck her. Please."

Gray bends and scrapes his teeth over his mating bite on Liam. "I don't believe you, omega. You're too worked up. You want her too badly, don't you?"

Liam hesitates, then nods. "I do. So fucking badly."

"We want the bond to be the strongest it can be, don't we? You want to feel our pretty little beta in your soul?" Another whimper and a nod, as Liam's hips give an involuntary thrust deeper in me. "Then we're going to fuck her like this, with my hand around her throat so you don't bond her too early. We want to bite her during your heat, yes?"

"Why can't I bite her both times?" Liam whines, making Rafe chuckle. My brows jump at the question because, yes . I want Liam to bite me now and later and a million times after. I want my skin to be covered in his claim. But that's just the sexed up, pleasure drenched Sorrel talking. The more logical, demure version of myself knows Gray is right.

Besides, I've only just agreed to join their pack. Bonding right now is… too soon. They might still change their minds.

That thought has me lifting my hand to palm the omega's cheek. "Not today, Liam," I say softly.

He whines like I hurt him, and it makes my heart clench. "We just decided, sweetheart." My thumb strokes his cheekbone. "We just agreed to be pack. We can wait a little, can't we?"

Rafe shuffles closer, running his hand down Liam's spine. "You're due for your heat in a few weeks, anyway." That revelation has my heart rate picking up even more. A few weeks? I could be bonded with all of them in less than a month? That seems fast. But also not soon enough.

"You'll hardly even notice the wait." Rafe presses a kiss to his— our —omega's temple.

We all pause for a moment, waiting to see whether Liam will agree. "You can say no," Gray growls out. "But if you do, I'll drag you off of Sorrel and fuck you alone. You'll spill your cum on the sheets. Not inside her. And I know you want to come inside her. Almost as much as you want to bite her."

Liam's jaw tenses and releases, and then he nods. "Fine."

Gray turns his head to kiss his temple. "Good boy."

Liam screams as his hips thrust into me, forced so deep by Gray, I see stars. Gray's lip curls back from his teeth as his fingers tighten on my neck. "Fuck, you feel so good, omega. Gripping my cock with your tight fucking ass. Gonna make me cum, aren't you? Gonna make our beta come, too."

"Oh, fuck, alpha," Liam whines, head hanging on his neck like he can't keep it up. "Oh, yes, fuck us, fuck us so good. Make us come."

My mouth opens on a pant, head tipping back as my hips move, trying to match the alpha's pace, but I can't. I'm helpless, the weight of two bodies pressing me into the mattress, my knees pushed up to nearly my armpits. I can do nothing but lie here and take what they're giving me.

"Oh," Rafe purrs. "Look at the pretty mouth, open and begging for my cock."

I blink up at him, but he's looking at Gray. "Can we get her head off the mattress?"

The motion of Gray's hips stalls out, even as he growls. In a blur of movement and a feat of strength I don't fully understand, Gray, Liam and I rotate and shift until my head is hanging off the edge of the bed. All without Gray leaving Liam's body, or Liam leaving mine.

As soon as we're positioned how the alpha's want, Gray thrusts again, one hand on Liam's hip, the other still on my throat. A soft finger traces over my cheek to my lips. "Open for me, conejita ."

I do as Rafe demands, and he immediately presses his cock into my open mouth. "That's it," he murmurs, making his way gently into my depths. "That's such a good girl. Relax your throat for me. Oh, fuck yes, just like that. Look at you, taking what we give you. So fucking good."

On the last word, he thrusts fully into my mouth, my nose against his balls, his cock in my throat choking me. But fuck, I don't want to be anywhere else but here, a vessel for their pleasure, letting them fuck and use me however they want.

Rafe pulls back, and Gray lets out a choked noise, fingers tightening on my neck, cutting off my air even more. "Oh, fuck. I can feel you fucking her throat."

Rafe lets out a harsh laugh. "Fuck, I can feel you gripping my cock through her flesh." He pulls out, letting me suck in a breath, before he thrusts in again, groaning at the tight squeeze.

On top of me, Liam's whines. "Need to cum. Need to cum. Need to cum. Alpha, please!"

Gray's harsh voice rumbles over both of us. "Then come, omega. As many times as you need. Fill our girl up. Make her yours."

Liam keens, long and loud. I feel his cock twitch, the heat from his seed spilling inside me. My own orgasm barrels into me, making me clamp tight on Liam. He cries out again as another spurt of cum lashes my pussy.

"Squeezing me so tight, omega," Gray grits out. "Trying to make me cum too, aren't you?"

A smack sounds through the room, and amazingly, I think Liam comes yet again. "Not yet," Gray growls. "Not until you make our girl come on your cock one more time. Then I'll give you what you need, fill you up."

Rafe curses, his hips moving faster. "Oh, mierda . Sorrel, baby, you ready to swallow for me?"

I blearily hum my agreement, since that's all I can do. His hands clamp down on either side of my head, fucking into my throat in earnest, at the same rhythm that Gray is fucking Liam into me.

"Fuck!" Rafe roars, head tipping back to the ceiling as he thrusts into my mouth and stays there. I try to swallow all of his release, but at this angle it's impossible, and the white sticky substance spills out, smearing my lips and cheeks.

Rafe pulls out of my mouth and Liam is right there, gripping my chin to bring my head up, tongue swiping up the overflow as he moans like it's the best thing he's ever fucking tasted.

"Look at me when you come, lovely," he says before plundering my mouth for every drop of Rafe's release. "Look at me when you come on my cock like the good beta you are. Our fucking beta."

That does it. Sends me right over the edge, giving Gray what he wanted. I lock eyes with Liam, holding his green gaze even as my head wants to tip back. The noise I make is raspy and hoarse, a moan and a scream. Light explodes in my vision, white pinpricks around all that green.

"That's it," Gray encourages. "That's a good girl coming for your pack."

"Oh fuck," I whimper as a second orgasm blends into the first, extending, growing even larger somehow.

I panic at the sensation, suddenly certain I won't survive. My hands shoot up, one gripping Liam's shoulder, the other stretching farther to Gray's, nails digging into skin and tendon. "I can't. I can't. I can't."

"Yes, you can. Yes, you fucking can. You'll take everything we give you. And you'll give us whatever we want."

Rafe's fingers stroke over my hair, drift to my breasts to fondle my nipples. "One more for us. And then you can rest, conejita ."

Tears fall from my eyes as the pleasure in me coils tighter and tighter. Sweat drips from Gray's forehead and he rams into Liam, driving him deeper into me. The omega is lost in his pleasure, eyes rolling, head lolling with every jerk of Gray's hips.

"So good. So fucking good. Both of you. So perfect for us. So fucking sexy. Gonna fuck both of you every single fucking day. Gonna fill you with my cum over and over. Every drop is for both of you. Every fucking drop goes inside one of you. You hear me? When I need to come, one of you better fucking present to me, give me what I need."

Oh. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck.

Apparently the closer Gray is to coming, the filthier his talk gets. I'm so fucking here for it. I must be because at his words that coiling tension that has been building on my last two orgasms snaps and I black out. The pleasure is too much, too intense. My mind literally shuts down as my body is swept away in the sensations.

My vision and hearing come back online to see Liam looking down at me with a soft expression on his face and… red smeared over his mouth. Gray is pressed into his back, also watching my brain come back online.

"There she is," he croons. "Our girl. Coming back to us."

I huff. "That was… I honestly don't think I can handle that every day."

The three of them laugh as Rafe strokes my hair. My thumb brushes over Liam's mouth. "Did I hurt you?" I might have gotten overly rough with my kisses. I don't think I did, but it's a possibility since I don't actually remember coming.

Liam gives me a sheepish look. "No… I bit Gray."

My brows arch and I look at the alpha, looking smug as ever. "Where-" I start to ask, but my gaze snags on his hand, the one he'd wrapped around my neck to keep Liam from biting me. On the fleshy part below his thumb are two half circle wounds.

My brow furrows looking at those bleeding marks. A part of me, one I'll never give voice to, feels cheated. That bite on Gray's hand is mine . It should be on my neck right now. I should be able to feel Liam, even if it would be faint. Even if it would fade over the next few days.

I push that feeling aside, though.

We agreed to wait.

Gray did the right thing.

"Don't worry about it, sweet thing," the alpha murmurs, wincing as he pulls back, trailing kisses over Liam's shoulder as he slips his cock from Liam's ass. I feel the splatter of a few drops of cum trickle down to my pussy lips.

"That is my favorite sight ever," Gray says, tilting his head. "Our girl stretched over our omega's cock, my cum dripping out of his ass."

Rafe shuffles around until he can see it too. He groans, palming his thickening cock and stroking it once. Twice. "Liam, mi amor , pull out of Sorrel for me. I want to see you dripping out of her pretty little pussy."

The omega groans, forehead dropping to my shoulder, where he huffs a few breaths. "I don't wanna. Wanna stay right here forever." He nips at my collarbone, kisses along my shoulder.

"Naughty omega. You don't want to please your alphas?"

Liam goes still on top of me, no doubt hearing the threat in Gray's tone. "Might be worth it," he murmurs, making me giggle. He laughs too and pulls back with a sigh. "Fine."

"Keep your legs spread nice and wide for us, sweet thing," Gray orders as Liam slips his cock from inside me. I feel a flood of liquid spill from my core, dribble down to my ass. The omega shuffles back until he's between his two alphas and I dutifully keep my knees near my shoulders, even though my muscles are aching.

It's worth it when all three of them groan, their cocks growing hard again.

Rafe shakes his head. "There's nothing for it. I'm gonna have to fuck you, conejita . Looking at you has made my so fucking hard."

I let out a surprised sound as my legs drop to the mattress. I try to close them, but he's already there, keeping my thighs spread. "You said I could have a rest, Rafe. You said. "

"Shh, I know, baby. You don't have to do anything. Just lie there and rest and take my cock. I'll do all the work, okay?"

I stare up at him, brain mushy as hell, but body already opening for him, blooming with the first tendrils of arousal. I didn't think it was possible. "Okay," I whisper.

Rafe grins and presses a fervent kiss to my mouth as his cock prods at my entrance. We both groan as he slides inside, the way eased by Liam's cum. So much it squeezes out around the alpha's cock, dripping onto the bed.

Rafe hums, leaning back to watch it happen. "Fuck, that's a pretty sight."

Liam makes a distressed noise. "You're fucking my cum out of her."

Rafe laughs and shrugs, thrusting into me languidly. "Gotta make room for my own." There's a devilish glint in his eyes as he looks down at me. "Now, it's my turn to fill you up."