46. Liam

I'm doing my best to focus on her, but the way her heat scent wraps around us is like a drug I can't resist. It's all the permission my body needs to spring into action.

I kiss the inside of her thigh as Ben's mouth moves over hers. She makes this little half-whimper, half-purr that goes straight to my dick. It's not just about sex; it's about being what she needs us to be in this moment.

Her hands find my hair and tug gently, guiding me where she wants me. She's asking for reassurance, for the pleasure we can give her to ease the relentless ache of her heat.

I move up her body, pressing a soft kiss to her belly and then between her breasts. She's so fucking responsive, every touch drawing a deeper purr or a shiver from her. It's intoxicating.

Ben pulls back from their kiss and looks at me with that alpha intensity he does so well.

My rut is urging me to claim my omega. Guiding my cock between her spread legs as Ben cups her face tenderly and leans down to whisper something that makes her smile through the pain of her heat. Whatever it is he's said, it's exactly what she needs to hear because she relaxes slightly—a beautiful trust given over to us.

I slide into her slowly, savouring the sensation of being fully sheathed in her soaking wet pussy. The tightness, the slick, her heat—it's exquisite. She purrs softly, her body accepting me, gripping me with her need as I growl possessively back at her.

Each thrust is measured and deep, designed to stoke the fire of her heat even further.

I'm lost in the feeling of being so intimately connected with her again. Zara gasps softly beneath me, and I know I need to be gentle yet steady to give her what she needs.

Ben slides one hand down, finding her clit and rubbing gently in circles that have Zara arching towards us, seeking more contact. She's close to coming undone. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and it drives me insane with the need to follow her over that edge.

Her breath catches with every push, and I can feel my knot starting to swell. Ben's hands never stop moving over her skin, worshipping every inch of her as if she were the rarest treasure.

I set a rhythm that's all give and take, pulling purrs from Zara that drive me. I pound into her, needing to feel more of her, always, just like this. Her slick has soaked my dick, and it's bliss. Pure and utter bliss. The blankets under us are soaked with her slick, and the other alphas cum, but it doesn't stop either of us from chasing that high that comes with my knot.

Ben moves closer, his lips brushing Zara's ear as he whispers assurances that we're here for her, that she's ours, and we're hers—in all the ways that matter. It's not just bodies entwined, but lives and futures, too.

Henry slides in on her other side, reassuring her we are all still here.

As I thrust into her again, my knot expands completely and locks us together. Zara cries out, a mixture of relief and ecstasy washing over her features as another orgasm ripples through her as I dump my cum deep inside her, hoping to impregnate her. It's a wild thought. One I've never been interested in before, but this, with her, is pure, honest, gorgeous. She is forever.

We stay locked like that for a while – joined together in the most intimate way possible. Ben's hand is still on her, now softly caressing her skin as she comes down from her high. Henry is whispering words of affirmation, his touch gentle and adoring on the other side of her. She's surrounded by care and love, and it's exactly what she needs.

Eventually, my knot deflates enough to pull out gently. She winces slightly, but there's a satisfied smile on her lips, and that makes everything worth it. I flop down beside her, spent but fulfilled, watching as Ben leans in for another kiss, sweet and lingering this time.

Henry leans down and kisses her forehead softly before murmuring, "Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart."

We shuffle around to make space as Ben carefully scoops Zara into his arms and stands with effortless grace. He carries her off towards the bathroom while Henry and I strip the bed of the soaked blankets.

I grab some fresh linen from the cupboard and start making the nest whilst Henry heads to the kitchen for a glass of water for Zara. It's these small gestures of care that knit us even tighter together. Omegas may be known for their need during heats, but what is less talked about is how much they give back to their alphas in trust and love. She's the heart of our home, and we orbit around her—each of us warmed by her presence. Standing back as I scrutinise my handiwork, I realise that it's not perfect. She will want it the way she wants it, and that's fine. But we're not having her nest in drenched bedding, so it will do until she comes back and organises it herself. After three knots, she should be lucid for a while. Enough to see to her omega needs for nesting and refuelling.

Sitting back as Henry returns, we wait, knowing Ben will take advantage of the alone time with her, and that's also fine. Great, even. He needs this as much as she does, and it warms my heart to see him truly happy for the first time since I can't remember when.