34. Lily

Chapter 34

Lily

M y wrist stings, but I don't even care. I barely notice it as the heat is already claiming me again as its bitch. I purr softly as Jack lifts me off Max and Sam and lays me down on the bed. He is quick to enter me, shoving his enormous cock into me as I fall into a bit of a daze. It's not sleep, but it's not awake either. All I can feel is my body jolting as Jack fucks me harder with each thrust. His movements are fast and intense, but I'm nothing but a worn-out, exhausted omega with nothing to give.

"That's it, princess," Jack growls, his voice thick with lust and something more profound, but it sounds like it's coming from miles away. "Take every inch of me, princess. Feel me fucking you. Your pussy is going to take my knot now, okay, sweetheart?"

"You're ours," Sam murmurs from somewhere beside me.

Jack's thrusts grow erratic and wild as he approaches his climax. "Fuck, Lily," he groans. "I'm coming. Fuck, I'm going to knot you so fucking hard. Feel it, princess. Feel that knot."

His words are punctuated by a guttural roar as he shoots his load inside me, his knot swelling and locking us together. The sensation pushes me over the edge one last time. I shudder and whimper in pleasure, riding out the waves of orgasm that crash through me. The intensity of the climax is made more so by my limp body, and it brings tears to my eyes. But I can't even open them as they swell with emotion and exhaustion. The connection we share is more than physical; it's a profound sense of belonging and love, even if unspoken.

I hear the rustle of the sheets as Max and Sam shift beside me, their touches gentle and comforting. They know how drained I am, yet their presence invigorates me. A flicker of gratitude warms my heart.

Jack's knot still holds me tight, but his grip on me is softening, his breathing steadying as his climax ebbs away. He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, planting a soft kiss before he murmurs, "How do you feel, Lily?"

"Hungry and tired and wet," I grouse, forcing my eyes open to look up at him. He turns us over onto our sides and brushes my hair out of my face.

He chuckles. "You are soaked in slick and cum and sweat. Of course you feel wet."

"I need a shower."

"We will help you with that," Max says.

"I'm sorry for being such a burden," I blurt out and then sob openly into Jack's chest.

"Hey," he says, stroking my hair. "You are not a burden, Lily. You are our omega, and we will always take care of you. This is the least we can do for you. Remember, this is a two-way street. You are easing our ruts in a way that no other omega ever has or could. We owe you everything for making us feel the way we do now."

"Really?" I blink back the tears as I look at him and know he is telling me the truth.

"Really," Jack reassures me, brushing his lips against my forehead. The warmth of his touch calms the last of my sobs, and I allow myself to fully relax into his embrace.

Max's soothing scent envelops me as he moves closer. "Come on, peaches," he says softly. "Let's get you cleaned up, and then we'll make sure you're fed and rested."

Jack's knot deflates, and I wince slightly as he pulls out, leaving their combined scents lingering on my skin. The room feels warmer, softer with a sense of shared intimacy that makes my heart swell.

Sam lifts me effortlessly, cradling me against his broad chest as he carries me to the bathroom.

"Thanks for not slinging me over your shoulder," I joke.

He snorts. "I wouldn't dare treat such a precious creature so haphazardly."

I smile up at him and cup his face. "You're precious to me too."

He grins as he waits for Max to get the shower going and then places me gently inside.

Max guides me under the warm spray first, letting it cascade over my tired muscles. I sigh deeply, feeling the hot water wash away the stickiness an orgy in heat brings. Their hands are everywhere at once—massaging shampoo into my hair, soaping up my skin in long, soothing strokes.

"Close your eyes," Max murmurs as he gently rinses out the shampoo.

I obey, savouring the feeling of being thoroughly pampered. They're gentle but thorough, their touches reverent as if they're worshipping me with each caress.

Once we're all clean, Max turns the shower off and hands me off to a waiting Jack, who wraps my plush robe around me and scoops me up. "Hungry?"

My stomach growls in response, and I nod, resting my head on his shoulder. "Starving," I admit, feeling the fatigue settling into my bones. The lingering masculine scents of Max, Sam, and Jack swirl around me, comforting me but also driving me wild,

"We'll fix that," Sam says, brushing a kiss on my forehead before disappearing into the bedroom and returning with a laden-down tray Jack brought in earlier.

Jack carries me to the sofa, gently setting me down and propping pillows behind me. He covers me with a soft blanket as Max settles beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"Can I clean up your nest?" Jack asks shyly. "Make sure you have dry blankets?"

Smiling at him before I shove a sandwich into my face, I nod.

He goes off happily to arrange that, knowing as well as I do, that I will undo his handiwork and redo it to my liking, as soon as I've had enough food to feed an army.

While I munch on my sandwich, Max's soothing scent surrounds me. He pulls me closer, and I rest my head against his solid chest, feeling the vibrations of his heartbeat.

"Does that taste as good as it looks?" Sam teases, sitting at the edge of the sofa with a mischievous grin. He's devouring me with those warm eyes of his, and I smile back.

"It's fucking epic," I mumble through a mouthful of food. "You're spoiling me rotten."

"That's the plan," Sam says with a wink before he leans over and steals a quick kiss from my lips. "Can't have our omega feeling anything less than cherished."

I finish quickly and lean back against Max, letting out a satisfied sigh. Sam joins us on the sofa, pulling my legs over his lap and rubbing gentle circles into my calves.

"You know," I muse aloud, my eyelids growing heavier by the second, "I could get used to this."

Max tightens his arm around me. "We hope you do. It's everything you deserve. Jack is right, Lily, about what you're giving to us. We need this. Undoubtedly, not as much as you do, but we need this. We need you ."

"I'm glad to be of service," I say with a giggle and snuggle into him. His arms are strong, his chest solid, and I'm staggered by how much I feel for him so quickly.

Jack returns, arms laden down with soggy blankets and stuffs them in the washing machine. I'm impressed with his domesticity.

"All done," he says, coming over and sitting on the coffee table.

"Can I go and fix it now?"

He grins. "Of course."

Giggling, I get up and stumble towards the bedroom. The shower and food have made me sleepy again, and the satisfaction from their knots is wearing off quickly. I need to be fast.

But when I look at the nest, there is only a tiny bit of adjusting. Jack knows me so well, he knows what I need and how I need it.

Racing into the living room, I fling my arms around him, choking back the sob that is making me ugly cry with snot and everything. "Thank you," I manage to get out. "You're perfect."

Jack holds me tightly, his muscular arms enveloping me in warmth. "Anything for you, Lily," he murmurs into my hair, his voice deep with emotion.

I pull back slightly and look up at Jack, my eyes glistening with tears of gratitude. "You've always known exactly what I need," I say quietly.

He smiles gently, brushing a stray tear from my cheek. "It's easy when you're the centre of my world." His words are simple, but they hit me hard. I've never felt more cherished.

Sam clears his throat, breaking the intimate bubble around us. "Come on then, let's get you settled in your nest so you can rest."

Jack carries me back to the bedroom. The nest is heavenly as I slip into it, feeling everything melt away as I sink into the softness.

Jack leans down and kisses my forehead before joining Max and Sam by the door. "We'll leave you for now. Call us when you need us," he says softly.

I nod, already feeling sleep creeping in, and then I'm out.