Chapter Forty-Two

Faith

Already, Jaxon and Micah feel familiar, like they're made to be inside of me.

"You can do it," Jaxon grunts, rolling into me, "give me another."

I've already given you three , I want to whine.

Micah practically spurs him on—rubbing my clit in neat, eager circles. I gasp as that familiar pleasure wells up inside of me, coming with a choked gasp.

Micah smashes his lips against mine like he's trying to capture my pleasure. Jaxon wraps his arms around me, moaning loud enough for the three of us.

He fills me up twice before Micah gets a turn—holding my face in his hands as he pushes into me, like he can't bear to break eye contact. Behind me, Jaxon's big, warm hands grasp my waist, squeezing so hard I wonder what he's really asking for.

I look at Jaxon over my shoulder, my glare sharp with warning.

If you're going to spank me, I'll spank you back—harder.

I don't know how much he understands, but he grins, those amethyst eyes sparkling.

"Trust me?" he purrs.

My omega answers for me—not even giving me a chance to think. I nod dreamily.

Smiling, Jaxon hooks two fingers in my mouth, urging me to suck. I oblige, swirling my tongue until he groans.

He pulls out with a pop . Then, as Micah distracts me with his steady, reassuring thrusts, I feel it.

Jaxon's fingers, still wet, sliding into my ass.

My stomach lurches—turned on, terrified, both? For all the secret nighttime escapades Fang and I got away with, we never even entertained the possibility of anal sex. Never needed to.

But now I have two alphas taking care of me. Two alphas who love me … and make me feel good.

And who, remarkably, I trust enough to return the favour.

"Breathe, angel," Micah whispers. "Hold onto me."

"I'll go slow," Jaxon promises, his cock already hard again. "Nothing you don't like, baby girl. I promise."

I shudder as Micah slips back inside my walls, his chest flush against mine. He lays still, waiting until I relax, before nodding at Jaxon over my head.

Slowly, Jaxon slips both fingers in deeper, stretching me out.

My mind goes white. I clamp down on him—on both of them—with a silent cry.

Hot, satisfied alpha pheromones roll over me. "That's a good girl," Micah groans, his cock twitching. "Ride it out, sweet thing."

Oh god … fuck. Oh god oh fuck.

"Coming just from my fingers?" Jaxon teases. "Goddamn."

"I think I had something to do with it, as well," Micah says.

I nip his bottom lip. Now my omega has had a taste of what two alphas can give her, she wants more. Now.

I reach around, searching for Jaxon's waist. Please, I sign, one-handed. Please. It's the closest I've ever come to begging, and I know I should hate myself for it, but the way both Micah and Jaxon purr with approval … maybe I don't have to.

Jaxon presses his tip against my ass, easing himself in.

My eyes widen. I can't breathe for a second, clinging to Micah for dear life.

"Easy, Jax," he says lowly. "Give her time to adjust."

"Uh-huh," Jaxon groans. "Her and me both."

He waits for a second, all three of us breathing heavily, before testing out another inch. It takes all my focus not to clamp down, scared of what will happen if I let him in any deeper.

There's no going back from this, my inner omega preens.

She's right. Now I've felt this good, this full , I don't think I can come without at least two of my alphas' splitting me open.

Yours, my omega says, loving the word. That's right. Yours.

I don't have the willpower to fight her—not as Jaxon buries himself knot-deep. My heart is going like a jackhammer, coming to terms with the stretch.

"Shh, shh, hey." Micah wipes the tears from my cheeks. "Is it too much? He can pull out."

"Whatever—you need," Jaxon grunts, rubbing my back.

I shake my head. Then, at Micah's concerned expression, I kiss him. There's no other way for me to explain how I feel right now. Because yes, it is too much, but no, please, do not pull out.

Jaxon is practically twitching with pre-come before I shimmy my hips, encouraging him to rock gently in and out.

"Oh …" Micah's eyes squeeze shut. "That's intense. You're so tight, angel. So full."

"This hot little body was made to take us, wasn't it?" Jaxon drawls. "You're sucking me in so well."

I move my hips more urgently, nudging myself against Micah's knot. His hands fly to my hips. My gaze travels down, my heart fluttering when I find Micah's fingers interlaced with Jaxon's—both of them working together to keep me in one piece.

Need a knot, my inner omega whines—reminding me how good Caleb's knot felt during my heat. I almost give in, wanting more than anything to slam my pussy all the way down, but I bite back the urge.

Not without Fang.

"God, omega," Jaxon growls, "trying to suck us dry?"

I smile hazily. If I'm about to come, I might as well take them both with me.

"Oh—!" Micah pants. "Faith. Oh, oh, that's so good."

"Come on, Micah," Jaxon says, "give it to her. Our perfect little omega wants to be filled."

Damn right . I kiss Micah, feeling my orgasm crest, then throw my head back to kiss Jaxon—giving them both just the right amount of leverage to—

"God!"

" Fuck !"

My vision goes white for so long it should terrify me, but I take comfort in the knowledge that these feelings—this pleasure—is a part of me. Belongs to me.

I don't realize how tight Micah and Jaxon are holding onto me until they start to relax. Jaxon's hand falls over my stomach, growling contentedly when he feels just how full I am.

"Our perfect omega …" he kisses my neck. "You did so well."

Micah tucks my hair back, then reaches over me—tucking Jaxon's back. "Look at you both," he pants. "All flushed and messy."

"Can you blame us?" Jaxon laughs. "Damn. Can't wait to do that again."

I chuff tiredly. Pointedly.

"Not that soon," Micah assures me. "Right now, I think some serious aftercare is in order. Jax, why don't you pull out? Slowly."

The mere thought of that makes my inner omega whine greedily, wanting to be stuffed with their come just a little while longer, but I have to admit—my ass is killing me. Jaxon slips away, and I just know I'm going to feel it ten times worse tomorrow.

Then again, maybe not. Omega bodies are made for packs, after all. Made to be fucked, knotted, bred, in all sorts of ways.

My face heats up. Where the hell am I going with that thought ?

"You okay, omega?" Jaxon asks worriedly. "Didn't hurt too much?"

I shake my head, though the sticky feeling of his come dripping out … not the greatest.

Thankfully he seems to read my thoughts, or Micah does, as he tells Jaxon to grab a damp cloth. I want to whine at him not to go—angry that the bathroom has to be so far away—but bury my face in Micah's chest instead.

"That's a good girl," Micah purrs, soothing me instantly. "We're going to get you cleaned up."

Jaxon returns with the cloth, giving me a gentle warning before he wipes me down. I try not to flinch.

"Aw, baby." Jaxon kisses my shoulder. "I'm sorry. It'll only take another minute."

Honestly, Faith —I've taken teeth-breaking punches, and dealt a fair few myself. A damp cloth shouldn't be what gets me all weak. Panic strikes as I realize just how vulnerable I've become with these alphas. More vulnerable than even Fang gets to see.

What would he think of me now?

"Hey." Micah's soft voice draws me out of it. He cups the side of my face. "You still with us, angel?"

His sweet, fruity scent reaches out to me. I let myself breathe it in.

Only after Jaxon's finished cleaning me up does Micah pull out, doing the same between my thighs. My stomach cramps at the sudden emptiness—equal parts relieved and needy for more.

Not tonight, I tell myself.

Tonight, these alphas have given me more than enough.

***

He's mad. He won't say it, but it's the not saying it that makes it so damn obvious.

The other rogues are handing in their breakfast trays while the cell across from us gets in line to shower. I sit myself next to Fang and wait a moment. He just glares ahead.

Finally, I sigh. She was hungry.

Fang grits his teeth. "She's not fighting tonight."

It's her first week. Show some compassion.

"Compassion?" His head snaps to me. "You think C-6 is gonna show you any of that tomorrow?"

I can handle it , I sign, exasperatedly.

"I don't care. It was stupid."

My blood boils, but not because he's wrong. Giving up my last meal before a big fight was a stupid thing to do. It's just … these new recruits have it tough. They're young—some of the youngest we've seen down here.

She reminded me of someone, I sign at last. From home.

At this, Fang stops. He knows I was plucked off the streets, like most of the rogues here, but what came before that … I've only told him in snippets.

Someone from your foster pack? he opts to sign back.

Sister. At his astonished look, I add, Not by blood.

He purses his lips. "Not much to go around, I'm guessing."

Not for omegas.

A soft growl tears from his chest. I bristle, looking around—aggression is strictly forbidden in the cells, even growling—but the guards are too busy with their morning routine to notice.

"Sorry," Fang grunts. "I just … hate all that shit. Hate you had to grow up in it."

What do you mean? I ask, frowning.

"Packs—" he spits the word out like it's toxic. "Don't care how righteous they think they are—they're all the same. Putting alphas on pedestals. Letting omegas feed on scraps. It's archaic."

I say nothing. Honestly … I thought Fang's idea of pack life would be more romantic. Before he got here, it was just him and his deadbeat father. What young alpha wouldn't dream of being part of something bigger?

"Here." Fang digs into his pocket, pulling out a crumbling bread roll.

My eyes widen. But this is—

"Just eat. Need you to keep your strength up."

I look at him, my heart squeezing, before accepting the roll. Fang relaxes the more I eat. He puts a hand on the side of my face, tracing my scar with his thumb.

You and me , he signs. We need to protect each other .

I swallow. Nod. Always .

In Fang's eyes, I see his fear, and mine. Without each other, we're nothing.

And yet I can't help but wonder what it was that made him give up on pack life—something most alphas, and omegas, are hard-wired to seek out. Maybe, after all those years alone with his father, he convinced himself he didn't want it.

Maybe that was easier than dreaming.