Chapter 18

Ifeel relaxed as Shaw pulls into the driveway at our home hours later. He fucked my ass and ruined it, teasing me with his knot while Amb sucked the soul from my cock. I can’t take a knot like our omegas can, but God do I enjoy riding that line between pain and pleasure. It’s why I need my pack, they each fill a place in my heart.

Getting out of the vehicle, we stroll up to the front door.

“So how are we going to show her?” I ask. I’m really excited about our handiwork. I personally thought my Penis Picasso was the best, but art is too damn subjective.

“Let’s ask her if she’d like to see the photos first,” Shaw suggests as he unlocks the door.

The alarm is set, so we turn it off since we’re home now.

“We’re home,” Amb calls out with a smirk as we walk further into the house.

I can smell lemon and custard in the living room, our omegas’ scents heavy in the air. Drawn like bees to honey, the three of us chuckle when I see them cuddled in the blankets on the couch making out.

“Did you take care of each other while we were gone?” I ask with a grin. I want to go down and cuddle too, but I need to pull off my weapons and put them away. Ugh, I probably need another shower too to shower off our nefarious deeds.

There’s an epidemic of traitors and misformation on the rise, and I feel as if it’s not going to get any better until Corbin and his brother hash things out.

“I did,” Flynn says smugly as he kisses Wren’s shoulder. “I lost track of the orgasms.”

“I could feel them,” Shaw snorts. “I’m glad you two had fun. Do you want to see your courting presents, or is it enough to know that Mark, Craig, and Bruce died screaming?”

Wren chews on her bottom lip, and I can see Shaw’s fingers twitch to pull it free.

“I want to see,” she rasps finally. “Can I?”

Shaw pulls out his phone, opening it to the photos, and hands it to her.

“Baby boy, I don’t know if your stomach will let you look at it,” he says with a small smile. It’s true, Flynn does at times have a sensitive stomach.

Sticking his tongue out at us, he mutters, “It was one time when you were butchering some meat. Damn, Daddy.”

Rolling his eyes, Shaw just shakes his head in amusement. Wren takes a breath before she looks down at the phone, while I can’t breathe as I wait for her judgment of us.

Will she think that we’re dangerous? Will she worry we’re capable of hurting her?

We would never. Not ever again.

“Oh wow,” she whispers as she stares. I notice her eyes grow wide as she even zooms in on certain parts of the photo.

“Which photo did you give her?” I ask Shaw.

“Full bodied to start with,” he grunts.

“Their penises are works of art,” Wren says, her lips splitting into a wide smile.

“Which is the best one?” Amb asks eagerly. “The winner has to get dinner, and we couldn’t decide.”

“I say it’s a draw,” I mutter, knowing my rendition of a flower may have left something to be desired.

“You all did so well,” Wren breathes, eyes wide.

“Was this too much? It was, wasn’t it?” Shaw asks, fidgeting. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him nervous like this and it’s adorable.

“No, I think it’s amazing,” she says, shaking her head. Flynn looks a tad queasy, cupping himself as he stares. “I bet their screams were pretty.”

Our jaws drop at her vicious words, while Flynn chuckles as he buries his face in her hair. It’s wild and wavy today, and she looks beautiful.

“They were, but Mark pissed all over me,” I pout. “It just burst out of him like a broken pipe.”

“I suppose it kind of was,” Wren says, giggling. There’s not even a note of hysteria. Her laughter is clean and pure. Taking a cleansing breath, I realize that she’s okay. This was the right call.

“Naughty girl,” Shaw teases her. “There’s more photos. Swipe to the left.”

At the encouragement, she changes the photo, and I move closer to see that it’s one where we lit the hair on their knots on fire. Wren snickers as she changes to the next photo, her smile wide.

“You cut their heads off,” she says in awe. “It looks like it was messy.”

“It tends to be,” Amb says, preening under her attention. God, it’s nice to have her look at us like we hung the damn moon. I would do anything to keep that expression on her face.

“We cut their tongues out first, though,” I tell her proudly. “They were giving Shaw a headache.”

Wren reaches out to link her fingers through Shaw’s, glancing up at him. “How is your head now?”

“All fixed up,” he rasps as he gazes down at her. It’s fucked up, but I have to say, this is the way it should be with her.

“Are there any more?” she asks, swiping to the last photo to find the one where we took a selfie with the decapitated heads at the steel table. “Oh. This one is my favorite.”

“It would be,” Flynn mutters, peeking over her shoulder. “I have to say they do look handsome, despite the blood.”

“Our alphas are gorgeous,” she agrees.

“Ours?” I tease her. My heart flip flops in my chest at her nod, and I swear I may turn into a puddle of happiness.

“Yes,” Wren says, continuing to stare at the photo. “Thank you for this. They… were one of the worst things about my time with Trey. They broke things I didn’t think they could. He didn’t share me with his business partners often, but he would if he thought it would help him get what he wanted. Craig and his pack got off on the pain. I’m glad they’re dead.”

“Me too,” Flynn murmurs. I watch as she relaxes a bit, and I am pretty sure that’s because of our omega sending her soothing energy. A part of me is jealous that I don’t share this bond with her yet, but it’ll happen when it’s time.

The ball is completely in her court.

“I’m glad you enjoyed your courting present,” Amb says with a smile. “I for one need a shower and then some food. If we don’t have a winner for dinner, what do we want to eat?”

“I kind of want pancakes,” Flynn says, blushing. “How does breakfast for dinner sound?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had breakfast for dinner,” Wren says with a shrug.

I’ve had to train myself not to make a face or a sound when she says things like this. It’s hard for me to think about everything she’s missed out on while being a captive omega.

“Well, now is as good a time as any,” I tease her. My happiness at how happy she is with her gift is tempered with my need to kill everyone who has ever hurt her.

Wren stands with an innocent smile, rushing over to give me a hug. I’m so taken by surprise by it, she rocks me slightly on my feet.

“You’re going to spoil me,” she says with a giggle.

“You deserve to be spoiled, Lemon Drop,” I murmur.

“Where are you going now?” she asks as I ease back and Ambrose steals her away for a hug.

“I need a shower,” I tell her. “It’s been a long day, and it’ll help me unwind.”

“Can I come with you, Alpha?” she asks, peering up at me from her eyelashes.

My jaw drops while Flynn and Shaw attempt to hide their smiles from me behind their fists. Did she… What is happening?

I think she broke me.

“Ah… yeah. I’d love for you to come with me,” I say dumbly, ignoring Amb’s snort of laughter as he kisses Wren’s cheek.

Walking toward me, she effortlessly slides her hand in mine as we walk. Wren is wearing an off the shoulder sweater, panties, and nothing else.

“What are you up to, Lemon Drop?” I ask her as we walk out of the living room.

“I want to spend some time with you, is all. I also want to show you how much I love my gift,” she purrs.

The scent of her perfume makes me groan, and I remember something.

“It was Amb’s idea to present it to you as a gift,” I tell her, sure she’ll take back her offer. Wren’s hair shines as the filtered sunlight from the windows hits it, making her look as if she had a halo.

“Ambrose!” Wren calls sweetly looking over her shoulder.

Amb practically falls over his boots as he runs to catch up with us, and I can hear Shaw and Flynn snickering. We have absolutely no game. I’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t for the little omega who looks so happy beside me.

“Want to join us?” Wren asks.

“You know we didn’t do this for perks, right honey?” he growls as he stalks forward.

Showing no fear to my surprise, despite seeing what we’re capable of, she lets go of my hand and leaps into Amb’s arms. The startled alpha catches her, and Wren wraps herself around him like a spider monkey. Amb has handfuls of her ass that he squeezes as he drops his head to kiss her lips, and Wren perfumes as she whimpers into his mouth while she kisses him back.

“I know,” she purrs softly. “I want to do this.”

Ambrose’s legs eat up the ground as he starts up the stairs, and I hurry to catch up.

“What are you thinking?” he teases her. “Is this a sexy shower? Do you want Everest to impale you on his knot while I eat out your cute little ass until you come screaming? Goddamn, I can smell how wet you are. You’re getting your slick all over my pants.”

My legs skip steps as I lengthen my stride. Wren’s sweet scent is incredible, pulling me toward her, but I’m trying to rein myself in. I don’t want to push her too fast, or make her uncomfortable. As I open my mouth to tell Amb to back off, Wren opens hers and surprises me.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” she breathes. “I want… I mean is it weird that…”

“Whatever feels right to you is what we’ll do, Lemon Drop. I want to bury my face in your cunt first and lick you until you explode. Then you can have my cock.”

“Yes please,” she whines. Thank fuck that Amb is already pushing open the door to our room and walking through it to the bathroom because my knot is already filling.

Reaching down to squeeze it tightly, my eyes roll as I reach out to catch myself against the bathroom door.

“I can smell your arousal from here, Everest. Don’t come yet,” Amb growls. While Shaw is the most dominant of us all, I still shiver with lust as I grab the back of my long-sleeved T-shirt, pulling it over my head.

Amb’s hand ghosts up the side of Wren’s leg to the inside of her thighs to rub her clit through her panties with his thumb, and she moans loudly for him.

“So damn beautiful,” I growl, tossing my shirt into the hamper in front of me before taking off my boots. Wren’s eyes grow large as she watches me begin to pull off my knives and weapons from my person.

“Work tools, Wren. They’re nothing to be afraid of. If you want to learn how to use them to ease your fear, just say the word. People tend to be afraid of things they don’t understand.”

“Knives and guns hurt people, what’s not to understand?” she asks, her eyes never straying as I strip myself of my weapons. They lay in a pile on the counter, so I can put them in the safe after our shower.

“They hurt our enemies,” Ambrose says, putting her gingerly on her feet as he begins to pull off his own clothes and weapons. “No one else.”

It sounds like a promise as I unbuckle my pants and push them over my hips. Wren stares at my boxer-covered cock as I shuck off my pants, and licks her lips.

“Is there something you want, Lemon Drop?” I tease her. I know my pre-cum is starting to stain my boxers, because I’m so damn hard for her. All I can think of is getting her to forgive me.

“Maybe,” she teases back.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes right now, honey,” Amb says, stripped down to his boxers. “Want help taking them off before you sink to your knees to taste Everest?”

“Ye…es,” she stutters, pushing her hair over her shoulder to gaze at Amb.

“Any rules?” he asks her.

“Anything that happens after this doesn’t mean you’re forgiven,” she confesses. “I know you’re sorry, but I never want to have another heat again. I want to ask the doctor who came by if there’s something I can take to keep it away.”

My heart breaks at her confession. We fucked up so damn badly. Her first heat was spent scared out of her mind while in pain. She’s right, anything that happens in this bathroom won’t end with either of us being forgiven by Wren.

“Wren, I plan to grovel for the rest of my life for what happened during your first heat,” I rasp, dropping to my knees in front of her.

“Get up, you oaf,” she says with a sigh, making me smirk as I wrap my arms around her waist and lay my head on her stomach.

Even just a week ago, she wouldn’t have spoken to me like this. I’m glad she’s not scared of us anymore. I enjoy being put in my place by my saucy omega.

“Never,” I crow, enjoying the way Amb drops to his knees behind her to hug her as well.

“In all seriousness, we fucked up. Courting presents, groveling, doing your laundry, washing your hair, and yeah, giving you orgasms will be our honor and the least we can do,” Amb says. “You’re meant to be pampered and adored as an omega. Let us do that.”

“I’ve never had either,” Wren says softly. “I just want to be with you two, and the orgasms sound wonderful too. Shaw and I are bonded, Flynn and I belong to each other, and I don’t want to fuck up the pack.”

“We don’t have to have sex in order to keep the pack balanced,” I tell her. “Do I want to? Abso-fucking-lutely. You smell like heaven, and I dream about tasting you. Amb and I never want to pressure you into anything though.”

Wren pushes my head back a bit before bending over to kiss my mouth. Her lips taste a bit like vanilla, decadent and sweet, making me moan.

“I know. I want to do this. For me,” she reassures me.

“Limits, give them to me,” Amb says, climbing to his feet to help her pull off her shirt.

“I don’t want to ever be forced to do something,” she says. “No means no.”

“You got it. I want you to beg me for my knot,” I admit. “I play rough with the guys, but I want to be sweet for you.”

“What else?” Amb asks, kissing her neck. Her breasts are perfect, her nipples tight and beautiful as they pebble with her desire.

“I’ve never sucked an alpha’s cock and liked it. I want to see if I could,” she says.

“Fuck me,” I mutter, groaning as I bury my face in her neck. I’m careful to only encircle her waist, my thumbs playing with the lace of her panties.

“I do believe that’s on the table,” Wren gasps as my thumbs slowly delve under her waistband.

“Is there anything you don’t like?” Amb asks. I’m glad he’s capable of asking questions, because all of the blood in my body is heading south quickly.

“Everything I’ve ever done with an Alpha usually hurts,” she says. “Except with Shaw. I loved that. Explaining any of that doesn’t have any space here, so no.”

She’s fucking perfect. This beautiful girl has suffered so much, and yet she’s still so open with us, so forgiving, even if she says that we’ll have to grovel. I don’t blame her, and we plan to.

Amb kisses the back of her neck, and I love watching her slick as she writhes between us as I kiss her lips.

“Let’s get your panties off, and then we can go from there. You’re in the driver’s seat, honey. You make the rules, okay?” Amb asks as he pushes her panties off and she nods.

She stands naked for only a moment before she’s dropping to her knees for me, her eyes looking up at me as her hands tangle in the waistband of my boxers as if asking for permission.

“Yes, Lemon Drop,” I rasp. The saliva in my mouth seems to all have dried up as she grins this beautiful, siren-like smile.

Wren releases me from my boxers, and my cock bobs proudly in front of me.

“Do whatever you want, Wren. You’re in charge,” I remind her.

Sticking her tongue out, she darts forward to lick my cock from root to crown before lapping at the pre-cum dripping from my slit.

“Yes,” I groan, fisting my hands at my sides. I long to sink my fingers in her hair, but I don’t want to pull her down on my cock. I’m struggling to be super chill and let her be in control.

“Hey, I got you,” Amb mutters, moving over to me. “Do whatever you want to me.”

My fingers sink into his hair, dislodging his hair tie as I yank him to me. I kiss him hard and Wren perfumes the room as she sucks on the tip of my cock. Ambrose swallows my pornographic deep groans as he squeezes my hips tightly, not allowing me to thrust forward. He controls my actions, forcing me to behave, and I”m really fucking grateful for it.

Let her explore, I’m all hers.

“Squeeze his cock, stroke it hard, honey. Have your fun while he lets you,” Amb gasps before I pull him back. I fuck his mouth with my tongue, teeth gnashing against his as Wren sucks me down deeper, and instead squeezes my knot with her hand.

My eyes roll in pleasure, shuddering as I groan. The bathroom smells like lemon, nutmeg, and oranges as our arousal mixes together in the air. Our omega fights her gag reflex as she sucks my cock, pushing herself to go deeper. I would worry, but I can smell her slick. Fuck. Me.

“God, you’re going to make me come,” I gasp, gently cupping her chin to pull her off my dick.

“Is that so bad?” she asks breathlessly. Tugging her onto her feet, I shake my head, breaking away from Amb’s strong grip to pick her up into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist as I shove my boxers the rest of the way down my legs, kicking them off.

Amb chuckles as he strips off his boxers, his cock proudly bouncing against his abs as he turns on the water to the shower. I tease Wren with my cock, rocking my length over her core, letting her slick coat it.

“Are you going to take my cock, little omega?” I ask her, kissing down her neck.

“Yes, yes, I want it,” she whines, struggling to line her slick hole with my cock. I can already imagine how good she’s going to feel. Fuck me.

“Wait your turn,” I growl. “You have to come before I fuck you.”

“You have rules now?” she sasses.

“All sorts of rules, pretty girl. We’re not there yet, though. Right now, ride my dick until I decide to fuck you with it,” I murmur.

Wren’s whine is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my damn life. Amb walks into the shower, and I follow him, trusting the water to be warm enough. I kiss her again before squeezing her ass and dropping her legs to the ground.

“Hands on the wall, Lemon Drop. Present for your alpha,” I rumble.

Wren’s eyes nearly roll with my command, though there’s no bite to it. She decides what she wants to do.

“I’ve never actually wanted to present to anyone before this,” she whispers as if sharing a secret. I feel humbled as Wren gets into position, her pink pussy glistening with slick, her thighs coated with it as well.

Dropping to my knees behind her, I palm her ass, spreading her cheeks wide before I lick her from her hole to her ass. Wren tastes like blueberries and vanilla, the combination perfect on my tongue as I lick her out. Every taste feels as if it’ll never be enough, and I growl as I suck her clit. My tongue then plunges into her tight pussy, driving her wild.

“Everest! Please, oh fuck. Oh…oh my God,” she squeals as she explodes for me. Amb groans at the sight, gripping my hair hard as he bends over to kiss me, his tongue searching for every drop of her slick to steal it from me.

“Alpha, please,” she begs. “I need a knot now. Please.”

Wren’s cries make me still, and Amb and I glance at each other. I don’t want to push her, but she’s on the edge of madness in her need, and I don’t have it in me to deny her. I’m riding the edge too closely, even though I’m far from a rut.

Turning her around, I gaze at her glazed hazel eyes and smile proudly. The water slowly begins to run down her body, and I dip my head to follow an errant bead of water as it trails over her breast.

“You need a knot now, beautiful? Will you scream my name when you come? Tell me what you like?” I ask her.

Tiny pants of breath greet me, making my smile grow bigger.

“You’re… yes. I don’t even know what to focus on,” she says honestly. “All I know is that I need you now.”

“My omega,” I growl, lifting her into my arms, my hands grabbing the globes of her ass. She’s still too thin, but we’ll get there.

Wren worries too much about control, meal portions, and I know it’s all because of her past alpha. She couldn’t gain weight when she was with him, because it would grow parts of her body that Trey wanted to stay innocent and lithe.

I want her to enjoy her life, and if part of that is helping her to experience food as much as fuel her gorgeous body, then that’s what I’ll do.

Turning my back to the wall, I brace myself against it as I kiss her. Amb drops to his knees, tasting both of us as he feasts on her pussy and sucks on the base of my cock.

“Ohhh,” she groans deeply, making my cock twitch against her. “Why does that feel so good?”

“There’s no right or wrong when you’re with us,” I say, kissing up her neck, enjoying the way she squirms. “If it feels good, go with it. Is that understood?”

“Yes, alpha. Can I have my cock now? I’m being such a good girl, but I feel so empty,” she cries out.

Fuck, her voice makes me wild. Amb helps line me up with her channel like the wing man that he is, and I slowly push my way into her tight, slick cunt.

“It’s all yours, baby,” I groan as she clings to me with a tortured cry. “God, you’re strangling me so well. Fuck, I just want to live in your pussy, Wren.”

“I wouldn’t be against it,” she mumbles as she rocks her hips to take more of me.

“Jesus, you two look so good together,” Amb murmurs reverently. “Your pussy is so swollen and perfect, Wren. You were made for our cocks. That’s it, take it all, honey. Fuck yes.”

Wren squeals as Amb smacks her ass and continues to lick us both. I can feel his mouth suck my knot, making me see literal stars before returning to eat Wren’s ass.

“One day this pretty little ass is going to take my knot,” he growls, and I can feel his finger slowly entering her.

“Ambrose,” Wren gasps as she struggles to get used to a second finger.

“Yes?” he asks sweetly. “Your ass is pulling in my fingers, slick coating them perfectly. You’re made for us, honey. So damn perfect.”

“More,” she finally pants out, her head dropping back, allowing me access to kiss down her throat and suck hard. I give her a little more teeth than I usually would, but refuse to break the skin.

“Yes, Alpha please,” Wren moans. “You feel so good.”

“I’m yours, Wren, but I don’t want to move too fast. My bite is yours whenever you feel it’s right. It’s forever. You and our pack are my forever. Enjoy my cock for now, baby. Oh fuck yes, milk me just like that.”

“I want to fuck your ass, Everest. Wren, can I fuck you into him?” Amb asks.

“Why does that sound so hot?” she asks, shivering despite the warm air and water. Wren perfumes for us, making my cock get even harder. Fuck, my knot is getting impatient, but the fucker is going to have to wait.

Just a little longer.

“My ass feels a little empty,” I tease her, kissing her lips. “I won’t have as much control as he fucks me, Lemon Drop. Amb fucks hard and deep. You’re going to get my knot when he fucks me. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes,” she says, her cheeks flushed and happy. My heart flips at the sight. This girl is stealing pieces of my heart without even trying. She can keep them. I have plenty of love to give.

Pushing off from the wall, I turn to lay her back against it. Shivering, she gives me a wicked smile as Amb pulls my ass cheeks apart and spits on my hole to get me ready. I don’t need foreplay, I’m a greedy little whore to have my ass filled by my alpha. Amb stands once he’s satisfied with his work, covering my back with his body as he rocks his cock between my cheeks.

“You’re always so tight,” Amb praises me with gritted teeth as he pushes his thick tip into my hole. “Fuck, the reason I fuck you so hard, is because I’m always worried I won’t last. Goddamn, Wren. I hope you’re ready for this.”

Wren doesn’t have time to ask what he means before he braces his hand by her head on the wall and grips my hip in a punishing grip. His cock splits my ass wide as I groan, pushing me deeper into Wren’s tight pussy. Amb controls my thrusts as he fucks me, and my knot is soon at her entrance.

“Wren,” I groan, burying my face in her throat. Her thundering pulse is wild as she claws at my back.

“Give it to me, Everest, it’s mine. I want it,” she rasps, her pussy clamping around me as she comes for me.

When she demands it like that, my control shreds.

Grunting, as Amb fucks my knot into her pussy, my eyes roll as she begins to pull me in. I wasn’t a saint in my teenage years, but no amount of fucking around with omegas before I met Flynn prepared me for Wren. Her pussy sucks my knot slowly in, pulsing around me.

“Wren,” I whimper, holding her tightly.

“I feel it,” she gasps. “Everest, I need your bite. Please, fuck. Everest!”

Her breathless scream could have been Shaw’s alpha bark due to how much power is in it. I’m helpless as I kiss and suck on her throat, my teeth worrying and sinking into her skin. It’s not enough to bond her, and my omega digs her heels into my ass with impatience. Goddamn it. I’m such a fool. Going slow with this girl is impossible.

As my knot stretches out her pussy achingly slowly, I decide to mark her with my bite on her breast. Moving back my head as much as I can, I sink my teeth into her soft flesh, refusing to give either of us time to change our mind.

Mine.

My instincts kept telling me she was mine, and I refused to accept it. I’ll never turn her away again. I taste blood on my tongue, but somehow she tastes sweet and delicious. My knot slides the last inches into her pussy as Amb teases me with his knot, making me shudder. Fuck, he feels so good, and every nerve ending inside of me is standing up at attention.

“Does her blood taste as good as I dream about,” Amb whispers in my ear. Blood doesn’t usually do it for me, but knowing this ties us together forever is everything.

The bond slowly falls into place, but it won’t be complete until Wren claims me back. I’m so close to coming, I nuzzle her breast as Amb forces me to thrust into her at a punishing pace. Wren’s moans and screams are so damn sweet. God, I don’t want this to end. Not yet.

“You scream so prettily for us. You’re taking my knot so well,” I moan.

“It feels so good,” she confesses. “I love watching Ambrose’s face as he fucks you. Does it feel good?”

“Yeah, baby. It’s incredible. I’m so close to coming,” I groan. “Do you want to lay your claim on me, Wren? Pick a spot, it’s your choice. Please.”

“Yes, I want that. So much,” Wren says, words beginning to fail her as her chest heaves.

Hugging her tightly to me, I love the desperate kisses she places along my skin until she finds a place to nuzzle with her cheek. Wren scent marks me possessively, purring as she begins to come again for me.

“That’s it, Wren. I want to be able to smell your slick for days afterward,” I grunt, my knot beginning to inflate more.

“Oh fuck!” she screams. “I feel so full.”

“You can take it, honey,” Amb consoles. “I promise you’re made for his big, thick knot. You look so gorgeous and flushed. Bite him, Wren. Make him yours, and he’ll fill you up with his cum.”

Wren sucks on the spot on my shoulder where it meets my throat, making my knot pulse inside of her. Goddamn, she’s going to kill me. Her skin glows rosy and full of arousal, her greedy cunt so wet, I can hear it as I rock my hips with each of Amb’s thrusts.

He’s close. I can tell as his body starts to tremble as he holds me tightly. No one is going to rush Wren though as she makes one of the biggest decisions in her life. If she refuses to bite me, the mark will sit half completed, and I’ll wait for her to be ready. But I don’t think that’s going to happen.

“Ready?” she rasps in my ear, nipping it with her teeth, making me huff out a breathless laugh.

“Since I met you. I just didn’t know it,” I confess. I can feel Wren’s smile against my skin before she bites down hard on my inner shoulder.

Lights burst behind my eyes as everything feels sharper and more intense, and I roar as I find my release, filling her pussy with ropes of my cum. Amb curses under his breath as I clamp down around him, following me as I come.

Wren, angel that she is, writhes as her teeth continue to sink into the muscles of my shoulder, moaning as she shudders and comes again. The three of us are a mess as we hold each other, gasping for breath as Wren lays her head on my shoulder.

“Fuck, that was intense,” I rumble. Wren gives a slight huff of laughter as she lifts her head shakily, and she meets my gaze.

“Your eyes,” she breathes. “They have a rim of hazel around them, the same shade as mine. How is that possible?”

I saw the same in Shaw’s eyes, but we were so busy killing the fuckers who hurt her that I didn’t have time to ask him about it. I have a feeling I know how it’s possible, though.

“It only happens to alphas who have two omegas,” I explain to her. “Shaw has the same ring around his eyes, I noticed. It’s so rare for packs to have two omegas, that it’s probably not widely spoken about. Kind of cool, I think. This is just another way I get to claim both of my omegas.”

Amb kisses my shoulder, slowly pulling out of me as I hiss at the sting. He gives me a moment with her as he begins to shower, humming happily to himself. There’s no jealousy in his body, he really is happy with how this went. That’s just how he is.

“Wow,” she whispers while touching my cheek. “That’s amazing.”

“You’re officially stuck with me,” I tease her. We’re going to be stuck together literally for a while because of my knot, so I kiss her as we wait for it to deflate.

“I think I’m okay with that,” she says with a giggle. Finally, my knot slips out of her, and I pull my cock free of her tight pussy to begin to wash her.

Amb washes her hair as I soap up her body, leaving Wren to sigh happily.

“How do you feel about all of this?” Wren asks Amb carefully.

I’m glad that she can’t see his face, because he has a giant grin on his face. She may misunderstand his happiness.

“I’m so happy,” he rumbles. “You’re accepting us one by one, and I love seeing you grow more confident in yourself. Trust your gut. I, for one, will only give you my bite during your heat.”

“What? Why?” she asks in shock. I know Wren said she never wants to have another ever again, and Amb is playing dirty. I hold my tongue, though, because I know there’s a reason for it.

“Because when you finally trust us enough to have one with us, it’ll be because you’ve completely accepted your place with us, honey. I’m willing to wait forever for that,” Ambrose says, rinsing the last of the conditioner from her hair before he turns her.

Her eyes are wide with surprise as she gazes up at him, tears glistening along her lashes.

“Wow,” she whispers. “You’re all going to surprise me at every turn, aren’t you?”

Ushering her under the water to wash away the last of the soap clinging to her body, Amb and I nod.

“It’s more fun that way,” I tell her, kissing her as Amb turns off the water and grabs towels. “We have forever, baby. May as well enjoy it.”

I just need her to believe we have all the time in the world, and make certain no one will take her from us.