Chapter Eighteen

Faith

I swear I've never been so turned on in my life. And not just the I-haven't-had-a-heat-in-three-years kind of turned on. This is different. Deeper.

When Pack Wilder's head alpha makes me come, my inner omega and I are suddenly one.

I grip Caleb's shoulders, pulling him into me.

"Easy," Micah gasps. "I mean, maybe you should take it slow."

What, do these guys think I've never had sex before? I'm a big omega. I can handle it.

Only as I'm lining Caleb up between my thighs do I notice it—the sheer size of him. Thick, long, and so hard it's like holding a led pipe.

I swallow.

"Don't worry, baby." Jaxon rolls my nipples between his fingers. "Alpha got you nice and wet. You can take him."

Huge, I sign. He's huge.

The alphas share a heated look.

"Three guesses what that could've meant," Jaxon laughs.

"You'll have to teach it to me later," Micah says to me.

Caleb towers over me, bracing himself on either side of my head. He inches his hips ever closer. Having him so close, yet so far—I'm not sure how much longer I can take it.

"Shh …" He pushes in another inch. "I'm here." Then an inch more. "I'm … here."

Holy god.

Stretching. Breaking. Filled . I've never felt anything like it.

My nails dig into his back, probably drawing blood. Caleb just purrs.

"That's a good girl." He keeps gliding in, even when I think there's no way there can be more of him. "Taking it so fucking well."

His packmates are suddenly quiet, though I can feel their eyes on me every second, like they're in awe.

"There it is." Caleb looses a breath. "I'm in, omega."

It's like my pussy has a mind of its own, clenching uncontrollably, making sure he can't escape. I want him to knot me. Right here. Right now. Just like this.

" Fuck me ," he hisses. "That's tight."

"Yeah?" Jaxon croaks. His boxers are down by his knees, letting him stroke his cock freely. "Damn, she really took you all."

"Mm-hm." Micah grinds against the mattress.

Just as I think I'm getting used to the body-breaking stretch, Caleb starts to move, nudging my deepest spot with every thrust. Already I can feel the tell-tale signs of an orgasm well on its way.

A little faster, I want to sign, but even if he could understand me, I don't have the willpower to release his shoulders. That hot, broad, powerful body is the only thing keeping me tied to the earth right now.

"Don't fight it, omega," Caleb grits out. "Come when you need to come."

"Fuck yes," Jaxon groans. "Show us how pretty you are, coming on our head alpha's cock."

My lips part in a silent scream. I grab Caleb's shoulders so tightly he drops down to his elbows, caging me in.

"There it is." Caleb grunts. "Keep coming. Don't stop. I'm—" he groans. "I'm gonna knot this sweet pussy."

It's all I want. Somehow I feel like it's all I've ever wanted.

His thrusts stutter before he suddenly stops, exploding with a broken roar, swelling up inside of me.

So this is what a knot feels like.

I shatter with a gasp, unable to tell where the last orgasm ends and this one begins. Why did Fang and I never try this? I know he said he wanted to wait, but it seems crazy we denied ourselves for—

"Omega." Caleb puts his hand on my face, staring down at me earnestly. "Breathe for me. You're okay."

"Oh, no," Micah panics. "Is it too much? Are you hurt?"

Fang , my inner omega despairs. He was meant to be the first. I took that away from him—from us.

I thought I had control of my heat. I knew the choices I was making, and the choices I could live with. But this? I … I've …

Caleb holds me close, letting me cry into his neck. "Good girl," he purrs. "You did so well. Keep breathing."

I'm not sure I'd be able to detach myself from his knot even if I wanted to. It pains me to think about it—to realize what I've done—but at the same time … I love the way he feels locked inside of me.

Like I'm finally safe.

***

The pain wakes me up again. Except this time, I'm not alone.

I roll over, bumping into a warm, marred chest. Oh yeah. Jaxon. I guess I scratched him up pretty good.

My insides twist. I'm sweating. So hot I can't think straight.

Jaxon stirs, those amethyst eyes cracking open. "Mm … Faith?"

It's times like these I really wish I could whine. Chirp. Some thing.

Instead, I have to feel for him in the dark, trailing my hand down his hard abs. My heat is only going to get worse—I know that now. And as much as I want it to be Fang, I can't survive this without the alphas right in front of me.

Jaxon turns to stone in my hand. "Oh. Oh . You're—fuck, that's good."

I shimmy down a little lower, angling him just right.

"Woah, woah, just one second sweetheart. I've got a better idea."

He grabs my hips, flipping me over so my ass is perched against his cock. My pussy trembles, already feeling him poke into me, imagining how good it'll feel to be full again.

Wait .

I snap around, staring urgently.

He frowns. "What? Not a fan of spooning?"

On the other side of the mattress, I hear someone clear their throat. "I think, uh, she's telling you not to knot."

I look forward again, finding Micah propped up on his elbow. My heart blooms with gratitude.

"Oh." Jaxon does a bad job of hiding his disappointment. "Right. Obviously."

That's the only warning I get before he pushes his hips forward, sheathing into me in one long thrust.

I choke into the pillows.

"Fuck yes," Jaxon groans. "You good, baby?"

It's all I can do to nod. To breathe .

He starts moving, grinding against my ass with deep, relentless strokes. Maybe it's his shape, or maybe it's the angle, but he feels different to Caleb. Less deliberate. More … primal.

Micah must see my look of desperation, because he slides in closer, tentatively pressing his forehead to mine.

"You're perfect," he murmurs, dousing me in citrus goodness. "So beautiful, so blissed out."

I give a tiny gasp with each thrust. Jaxon's hands are digging into my waist so hard I think they might bruise, but I don't care.

Micah brushes his lips against mine. "Getting close?" he asks sweetly. "Please, angel, I want to see it."

Jaxon practically whines, hammering into me harder and faster. I swear I can feel the base of his cock swelling up before he curses, stopping himself. "I can't hold out," he pants. "Come on, baby. Come for me. You can do it."

Eyes locked on mine, Micah reaches down, feeling between my legs until he finds my clit.

That's all it takes to send me over.

" Fuck !" Jaxon splutters.

He explodes, shooting rope after rope of come into my pussy. My inner omega sings with relief.

Not as good as a knot, but as good as I can get right now.

Suddenly Micah tenses. A muffled noise escapes him.

I glance down just in time to see his half-exposed cock twitch, spurting onto his stomach. Instinctively, I take hold, helping him ride it out, and he bucks into my hand with a hoarse moan.

"Goddamn, Micah," Jaxon says. "All that just from watching?"

Micah blushes so red I can see it through the dark. "I was, uh, a little pent up."

The packmates share a laugh. Somehow even that sound is enough to make my heat-fueled pussy clench.

"Ooft." Jaxon hisses. "Give me a minute, baby. Not quite ready for round two."

Me fucking neither, I want to sign back.

It occurs to me only then that Pack Wilder's head alpha is missing. Maybe, after his knot went down, he took off to get a proper night's sleep. Maybe it's already morning, and he's at the RDF's headquarters.

"Let's get you something to drink," Micah says. "Need to stay hydrated."

He passes me a glass of water, instructing me to take slow sips. Though Jaxon hasn't knotted, he doesn't pull out, gently massaging my tender hips.

Nestled between the two of them, and Caleb's scent lingering on the pillows, my omega starts to relax.

Almost … content.