35. Finn

I knew this would happen.

That if she came to me, her big blue eyes pleading with me to help during her heat that I'd cave in. Worse than cave in. I'd want more than she's willing to give, more than I deserve.

I'm her scent match, biologically, she needs me. There's no other reason for her to want me here, not when I've been so vile in my quest to push her away. I've been trying, but it's hard. It's hard to put my past behind me, to let someone in and tear down my walls.

I know she's worth it, that I want to be a better man for her, but it's easier said than done. She has no clue how I really feel, what I've even been denying myself.

As soon as I scented her the other day, making her nest, I knew. Claiming her as mine is a necessity, the need to protect her weighs heavy on me. If she's mine, if we're fully bonded, I'll always know when she's hurt, upset, or in danger.

I bounce my leg on the ground, trying to tame back this instinctual need to go over there and make her mine. I'd be lying if I said it was a new feeling. No matter how much I mentally try to control myself, my body proves otherwise, my baser urges are in charge at the moment.

I wish I could say that it was something new, that her being in heat is the reason I'm feeling so out of control. But that would be a lie. From the moment I met her, scented her, I wanted her. And I've hated myself for it.

That night in the hallway at the High Roller I knew I should have walked away, probably like I should right now. But she needed me, her scent match. And fuck, it feels nice to be needed again.

I've been sitting on the bed since her heat started, wondering what I should do. Should I leave?

No, there's no fucking way I can leave this room, not when she needs me. Should I stroll over there and claim the woman I've been secretly pining over while not knowing how to act on it?

Even I can't rationalize all my behavior when it comes to my stolen Italian princess. I've been hot and cold because of this deep feeling in my chest. If she needs me if she's mine and I lose her? I don't think I'd survive it. It's the same reason I locked her in that room. I knew where she was, I knew she was safe and that she belonged to me.

It's fucked up, possessive, and controlling. I've been wanting to explain it to her, but I've just been pushing it off. The idea of talking about my feelings sounds horrific.

A growl rumbles in my chest, but no one pays any attention to me.

The only reason I let her go before was because we weren't bonded, and she could have a better life without me in it. I don't deserve her, I know I'm not worthy. This tug of war between my instincts and my emotions is fucking me up, and I rub my temples, trying to have a rational thought.

As afraid as I am of truly committing, giving her the chance to hold my fucking soul in her hands, I know what I need to do. She needs to be mine. When she came back, she decided she wanted this life. So no matter how unworthy I am, she's already decided to tie herself to me, that she belongs to me.

Maybe once she's fully mine, it won't feel so painful anymore. Maybe it will be easier to express these feelings and to talk about my past.

I shake all these errant thoughts from my head. What the fuck is happening to me?

Why do I want to pull her off of my brother and sink my teeth into her throat so fucking bad?

Her head is thrown back as she rides Cillian on the special chair she ordered specifically for his leg. Her heart is too soft, she's too kind to wind up with men like us. Yet, here we all are, safely tucked away in this nest and feeding into her every whim.

Maybe I can be better with her, if I just give in to this need, everything will be better.

She looks uninhibited while she reaches her orgasm with Cillian. I want to be the one to give her that, it should be my knot inside of her, my teeth deep in her neck.

Fuck, I knew my possessiveness ran deep, but I didn't know I'd feel this way. A sinking feeling rolls through my chest when I realize she has no clue either. She thinks I don't want her, that she isn't good enough. It's the complete opposite. She's too good for me, I just don't care anymore, I want her anyway.

She pauses, riding Cillian, and turns her face towards me.

Shit, she must smell a shift in my scent. Can she tell how badly I want her right now, that I have this desire to toss her over my shoulder and rut her in the locked bathroom to claim her as mine?

Elena slides off Cillian, making him wince. There's a trail of wetness that clings to her thighs and the tip of his dick.

I've shared with Cillian before, but this feels wholly different. Like she's the piece of me I didn't know I needed. Like she can actually fix the unthinkable—me.

She walks over to me, enthrallingly naked, her eyes watery as she grabs my face.

"Bad?" she asks, and she looks like she's about to cry.

"Not bad, baby. You're perfect."

I push her hair off her face, and she sighs. Like all she needed to be told is that I don't hate her. I hate myself for it. I never hated her, I just didn't want her close or to have to care about someone again.

But it's too late for that now.

"Go back to Cillian, Elena."

It's all in an effort to prevent myself from tipping over the edge. I just know if I fuck her, if my knot is inside of her, I won't be able to control myself—not anymore.

Her brows furrow, and she shakes her head. Grabbing my wrist and dragging me over to the drawers on the side of the bed, she hands me the lube, and I look at her in complete confusion.

She goes back to Cillian, who grabs her hips and places her back on his dick. There's a sharp pang of jealousy that I've never felt toward my twin. Rationally, I know she needs more than one Alpha, that we're a pack. Though we aren't really, we won't be a pack until she bonds us.

It just makes me want to be the first to claim her. I'm a selfish fucking bastard.

"More," Elena begs, planting her front completely against Cillian's chest, pushing out her fucking ass.

"There's no fucking way," I breathe out, looking over at my brother.

"It's what she wants."

"I can't," I groan. Declan grabs the bottle of lube from my hands and drenches his cock. It's not that I don't want to. I just want to be the one with my knot deep inside of her.

Declan straddles the chair, pushing Elena down by her shoulder blades as he lubes up her asshole with his fingers. She looks at me while he does it, as he stretches her and prepares her while Cillian is still deep inside of her.

She's radiant, and her scent flows through the room with her arousal. Declan slowly slides inside of her, and she whimpers with the stretch, Cillian holding her tight.

"That's it. So tight. Good girl."

She moans at his touch, gripping his hair as the two men work together in tandem to fuck her. I've made a mistake. It's so hard to watch when I don't have my claim on her, when she doesn't understand how badly I need her. How miserably I've fucked up and how all I want to do is make things better.

They all collectively groan, and I clench my fists, almost needing to step away and collect myself.

They're her pack, they're my family. They aren't competition.

"Alpha," Elena begs.

I'm about to go back to sit in my corner and collect myself when Cillian snaps his fingers at me.

"She's talking to you. Get over here."

I'm not sure if it's my scent match calling me Alpha, or my brother's no nonsense tone, but I do as he says, despite this rage and need that's riding me heavily.

Elena quickly grabs me by the back of the thigh.

Her movements are uncoordinated as she licks the tip of my cock. Her eyes look up at me in a complete haze while she takes both Declan and Cillian at the same time.

My brother's eyes are rolling back in his head while he's deep inside of Elena, and Declan is pushing in and out of her, making the sweetest moans slip through her lips. She deserves this pleasure, and it's truly the only thing that's keeping me off the edge.

Elena's eyes don't leave mine, even though Cillian and Declan are the ones giving her pleasure. I want it to be me. She looks up at me like she wants something, needs something, and I wish we were connected in the way Alphas and Omegas should be so I could understand.

"You can't ask for that with your mouth full, can you, baby? Such a good Omega. Look at you, all your holes filled. Do you feel good?" Cillian says

She licks the slit of my cock and moans as she nods her head.

"Such a good Omega, taking care of your Alpha—your pack," Cillian praises

Her pupils dilate at the word Alpha, and she hums, her body getting looser as Declan fucks into her, and Cillian just sits on his ass, enjoying the ride.

"God, Blondie, you're so fucking tight," Declan growls behind her, and I swear her skin flushes from all the praise.

"Such a good Omega. You make me so happy," I tell her, and I swear she shivers at the words.

Declan thrusts into her roughly, sending me deeper into her throat, but she takes it all.

"Fuck, you need to finish. I need to knot her," Cillian mumbles.

"Knots," Elena whispers around my shaft, her breath sending a shiver down my spine.

"You want my knot, baby?" I ask her and she nods, licking the head of my cock again.

"Right there. Goddamn," Declan moans while gripping her ass and leaning on the balls of his feet to fuck her. "Fuck, so good."

Declan's teeth graze her shoulder while he fucks her, and it takes every ounce of me not to pull him away from her skin by his hair. His only saving grace is that he's a Beta.

Elena holds me firmly by my knot while she pants and moans as Declan's pace increases. He bucks into her, and the chair groans with each thrust. Her body weight is supported against Cillian's chest as she takes everything they give her.

Elena grips my knot tighter, making me groan and run my fingers through her hair. She's too lost in the overwhelming feeling of having both of the men inside of her to focus on touching me, and I try not to get jealous. It's about her. I need to be a better Alpha.

Declan slams against her four more times before he pulls out, covering her ass with his cum.

He kisses her shoulder and whispers something in her ear; she smiles as he gets off the bench, and she goes back to bouncing on Cillian's cock.

She looks me in my eyes, and I swear I nearly come as she spits on my cock and uses her hand to spread her saliva down my shaft. I like that I'm covered in her. I would let her spit in my mouth, and I'd thank her for it

"Fuck, baby."

She grins, but it's quickly replaced with euphoria as my brother knots her. She nearly shouts as she slides her mouth around me. Tears of ecstasy slide down her face as Cillian stretches her with his knot, and she swallows my cock down her throat.

I grab the bottom of her jaw, fucking in and out of her lips when she can't do it anymore, too lost in her release with Cillian. Her skin is still hot but not as feverish as it felt before.

"Such a good girl. The perfect scent match," I tell her, and I mean it wholly.

Tears fall from her eyes. I'm not sure if it's from my words, her emotions, or just being overwhelmed with how her body feels, but I know it's not from sadness. That needling in the back of my head reminds me I would know if we were bonded.

Her scent is so thick in the room, it's all-consuming.

But not nearly as consuming as the woman herself.

Cillian is holding her tight, jostling her slightly as he ruts her from below, and when her eyes glance back up to meet mine, I can't hold back anymore.

I hold her chin tightly, my breaths slipping through my nose sharply as I come.

I'm not sure any orgasm has ever felt this fucking good as I spill into my Omega's mouth.

She's too dazed to swallow it all, so some of it leaks from her full lips, and I pull back, sliding my length out of her mouth.

Elena gasps for air, her chest rising and falling with each exhalation.

She licks her lips before sliding a hand over her mouth, and I watch in complete fascination as she drags her hand from her mouth down her chest, covering her skin with my cum. The possessive action only makes me want to claim her even more.

I pet her hair, and she presses her head against my hand before promptly lying down on Cillian's chest and passing the fuck out.

Cillian groans, his knot still deep inside of her as he wraps his arms around her. His purr is loud in the room, and for the first time in my entire life, one starts up in my chest.

I rub my hand over my chest, getting used to the bizarre feeling.

"You get used to it," Cillian promises.

I look over at Lorcán, who is stepping out of the bathroom, just covered in a towel.

"Glad to see you finally came to your senses," he says.

I look down at the sleeping Omega and know that I need to make her mine before I go fucking crazy.

I'm sleeping on the daybed, a hand thrown on my face as something wet slides from my belly button to my nipple before it's lightly pinched.

"The fuck?"

I blink open my eyes to find a naked Elena.

"Off," she orders, tugging at the hem of my underwear.

"Demanding, are we?"

"Now," she emphasizes, biting my nipple again.

"Fuck. Okay," I laugh as I say it, enjoying this brazen side of her.

I grab the waistband and push them down my legs. She wastes absolutely no time straddling my cock and sliding it deep inside of her. It's everything I imagined it would be.

Her scent is clawing at my throat while her pussy is wrapped around my length.

"So wet. So perfect," I tell her, and her nails drag down my chest, making me shiver.

I moan with pleasure, and she collapses on top of me. Her hands tangle in my hair as she grinds her hips and takes me inch by inch. She's slow with her movements, and I want to savor every second.

"I knew you'd feel this good."

Her scent thickens, but she smells like all of us. Mine and Cillian's scents are the strongest next to hers.

She belongs to me.

The feral thought keeps repeating in my head.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," I tell her, and she moans. Her pussy grinds further down, taking my knot inside of her. It's not fully swollen, but it feels so fucking good to have her pussy wrapped around me completely.

I grip her ass, pushing as deep as I can inside of her.

No matter how close I am to her right now, it doesn't feel like enough. Her scent is consuming me, along with the soft whimpers of pleasure she's making in my ear.

It's a visceral need to claim her, to show her that I'm worthy of her.

She belongs to me.

"Please," she whispers in my ear.

"What do you need, baby?"

She flips her hair, exposing her neck and bringing it directly to my mouth. I shiver and kiss her warm flesh.

"Please, Alpha. Please."

I can't take it when she begs. Not when I want to make her mine so fucking bad. There's a voice in my head telling me that we're clouded by the heat and our basic instincts, but I don't give a fuck.

"You want my mark, Omega?"

"Please."

"You know you belong to me, you've always belonged to me. Even when I didn't want to admit it. God, you were made for me, this pussy was made for me."

I thrust up into her, shoving my knot deep inside of her. She moans, but the sound is muffled against my neck.

"Please."

"So sweet, so beautiful. So fucking mine," I rumble in her ear, and she shivers.

"Yes, Alpha."

I groan at the term, needing to hear it over and over again. I rut into her like a man possessed. Her grip on my hair is painful, but I love it.

Her teeth graze against my neck, playfully biting at the flesh.

"Please. Alpha."

One more ‘please' and I might fucking die.

My cock hits just the right spot, making her tremble and cry out in my ear. Hearing the pleasure I'm giving her sends me over the edge, and my knot swells inside of her. She moans so loudly in my ear that all rational thoughts seem to go out the window.

I need her.

She belongs to me.

Claim her so she doesn't leave.

It's like I'm not in control of my body as I suck her dewy flesh into my mouth, and my teeth sink into her skin. With this simple mark, she's mine. No one can take her away from me, I can protect her the way she deserves.

My Omega, my everything.

I'm rutting into her, digging the heals of my feet into the bed, fucking her like I can't get close enough. Even with my mark on her neck and my knot deep inside of her, I find myself wanting more, wanting everything.

Nothing has ever felt so fucking good in my entire life.

Her sounds are nearly incoherent at this point as a ringing in my ears takes over. All I'm filled with is this profound need to fill my Omega with my cum and make sure she only smells like me.

"Mine," I whisper into her ear as I hold her tightly against me, spilling deep inside of her.

The noises that she rips out of me are inhuman as I hold her, my hips involuntarily still pushing into her, ensuring that my cum doesn't spill out.

She belongs to me. Finally.

Her pussy is gripping my cock and knot tightly as I remove my mouth, licking the mark and looking at the place where I've claimed her.

She looks perfect like my mark was always meant for her.

I can feel my Omega's need and care for me through the bond. She feels sated and happy, and it's all I ever wanted. It's everything I didn't know I needed.

I'm the one making her feel those things, and I want to make sure she's always as content as she is right now.

My arms wrap around her tightly, needing every inch of our bodies to touch. She rubs her face against my collarbone, scent marking me, claiming me in her own way.

I've never felt this complete in my life. It's like an unexplainable sense of euphoria that I didn't know was possible.

Until it all comes crashing down.

"What the fuck did you do?" an angry voice hisses next to me.

I breathe through my nose, noticing he isn't one of the Alphas, but I clutch my Omega even closer to my chest.

She's mine, and no matter what he thinks, he can't take her away from me. She whines in my arms, clearly disturbed by the man who dared to interrupt our bonding. I rub her back, angling us so that she's pressed against my chest, and they can only see my back.

She belongs to me, and if they think they're going to take her away from me, they're mistaken.