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45. Sawyer

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Licking and nuzzling Brinlee's tits is like being in heaven. I fucking love it. But I don't linger as long as I'd have wanted to because… things are getting urgent.

Slick is dripping down my thighs, and my hard-on hurts like a bitch. I kiss my way up to her neck, and she lets a breathless moan when I kiss her lips.

"Ready?" The perfume of her arousal is like sweet candy in my mouth.

"Oh yeah," she purrs, sliding her body against mine where I'm kneeling on the mattress. Her curves slide over my chest, and then I push her down and wrap her legs around my hips.

Gazing down at her cute, pretty face, I find myself smiling, relishing the moment. The happiness. The anticipation.

"Don't tease," she breathes. "Please, Sawyer, come on…"

So I grab my dick and push into her soft opening. Hot, hot, and tightening, pulsing around my cock as I push deeper. It felt good that first time with her, felt so utterly right, but today every sensation is magnified, and I groan at the feel of her velvety pussy closing around me.

"Sawyer…" she moans my name, winding her arms around my neck. "Yes… so good…"

I thrust into her, the world around us going quiet and dark. I'm so close to coming, and this is perfect. I already know, instinctively, that sex with a delta will barely scratch the itch of my heat, barely take off the edge, but it's awesome and it chases away the panic.

Then a big, male hand strokes between my ass cheeks, making me shudder.

"Damn, you're soaked." Roman whistles. His finger dips into my ass. "So slick, Say. Here we go…"

I hadn't thought much about how they proposed to calm me down and get me ready. And I certainly hadn't thought they'd take me at the same time.

But thought splinters when his finger angles and touches something that has me crying out and rocking back.

Prostate, I think dizzily, because I've used dildos and I know what makes me come. Oh, God…

"Got you," Roman says, but his breathing has turned choppy. "Like that, do you?"

Fuck…

He pulls his finger out before I come and replaces it with his cock, pushing in without much difficulty. Like he said, I'm soaked. The feel of his thick cock inside my ass shocks another cry from me.

Dammit.

Now he's thrusting into me, and I'm thrusting into Brinlee, and the combo is about to blow my mind.

Brinlee is a picture underneath me, her tits bouncing with every thrust, her cheeks flushed a dark pink, her dark eyes heavy-lidded. Her moans are like music in my ears.

The rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh is also punctuated by Roman's soft cursing. Apparently, he's about to blow his fucking load.

Or so he says.

And he's right. One moment he's thrusting, the next he's burying himself as deep inside my ass as he can go and groans like he's dying.

Which triggers my own orgasm. I drive myself into Brinlee, choking on her name… and she tightens and tightens around my cock, her mouth open, no sound coming out.

Her pussy flutters and clenches as she comes, and we all slump in a pile on the bed.

Fuck me…

Brinlee shudders, her pussy clenching again.

"Bite me," I whisper. "I want your marks on me…"

It's easy to present my neck to them as we still shudder through pleasure. Brinlee's bite is hesitant, and I'm not sure it will take, but Roman bites down hard, breaking the skin, and I shiver, moaning as more pleasure rolls through me.

"God… yeah. Like that…"

Afterward he licks my skin, over my throbbing scent gland, and it feels great.

"Damn… I've died and gone to heaven," Roman pants, a grin in his voice. "Alphas, I think… he's loose enough now."

I can't speak. No breath left. No brain cells functioning.

And even so, my dick is still hard, my ass still clenching. Demanding more. Demanding an alpha knot.

The scent glands on my wrists and neck itch.

"I guess it's our turn," Kyrian says.

"Oh, yeah," Archer murmurs. "Ready or knot, baby, here we come."

I have a knot inside my ass.

A big, fat knot and a huge, fat cock.

And I love it.

That sense of unreality hits me again, but by now I'm so far gone into the rut, I only grin, high on endorphins and I don't know what else. Dopamine? Oxytocin? I remember vaguely the biology classes at school, the information you memorize but never ever in a million years think it will apply to you personally one day.

Flying so high, baby.

It's Archer's knot and cock filling my ass, Kyrian's filling my vision as he strokes himself in front of me, waiting for Archer's knot to go down.

I've already come twice on Archer's knot. He has come once, but from the sounds he's making, he's about to come again.

Alpha-omega biology is insane.

My eyes close for a moment, the pressure in my gut starting to mount again. How many times can you come before you pass out?

Archer reaches under me, finding my cock, tugging. He doesn't need to do that. I'll come anyway. But it feels nice, and I push into his fist, feeling the pressure mount even faster. That's what he wants, I realize, for us to come at the same time.

It doesn't take much. He thrusts, I thrust into his hand, and the pressure breaks. Pleasure floods me, wrenching a moan from my raw throat. He groans, his cock spilling inside me, and he sort of slumps over me, his greater weight pushing me into the mattress.

His teeth close over my scent gland, on the side of my neck, and bite down hard.

Pain wrenches me out of pleasure, then back into it. I writhe underneath him, caught in that fine edge where pain becomes pleasure, my cock twitching and shooting more cum into the sheets.

Fuck………

After a while, he lifts his mouth from my neck, nuzzles my sweat-soaked hair. "Okay?"

"Holy fuck," I mutter.

He gives a low laugh. Then shifts. "God dammit," he mutters. "I'm crushing you."

"I'm fine," I slur. "That was… good."

"You're awesome," he says, and the note of awe in his voice almost makes me laugh, only he sounds so… sincere. So sincerely awed.

And wait, is it my impression or is his knot going down finally?

As if reading my thoughts—or feeling the difference—he pulls back slowly, and inch by inch, his knot slips free of my ass.

Leaving my hole clenching on empty.

Such a weird feeling.

"Sawyer." It takes me a minute to realize Kyrian is talking to me. "Sawyer, how are you doing? Do you need a break?"

"Not yet," I breathe, my body tightening once more, my cock already filling. "Give it to me, alpha."

His growl is so deep I feel it in my bones. My cock jumps at the sound.

Here we go again…

Kyrian is bowed above me, rocking. He has already bitten me, the imprint of his teeth throbbing on my wrist and the side of my neck. I've come so many times by now, I've lost count. My own slick and the men's cum is dripping out of me.

When Kyrian pulls out, it will be a flood.

The thought pleases me. Turning my head, I watch Roman and Brinlee stroking Archer who is still in a rut, his alpha cock hard, his knot inflating again. He's kneeling there like a magnificent beast, barely leashed, his eyes glowing.

And then I look back up at the alpha bowed over me, the thick muscles of his arms and chest, the beautiful colors swirling over his biceps, his shoulders, his pecs.

"Your tattoos," I whisper. The ink is beautiful, fantasy creatures like he said, moving with his every move.

He grunts, thrusting in shallow strokes, his knot limiting his range of movement. "I did say I'd show you if you were good."

I snort, then gasp when his cock strokes my prostate. I'm sore, and not sure I can come again, but if he keeps stroking me like that… "Does the ink have any meaning for you?"

He huffs a laugh. "Am I not fucking you hard enough?"

"I just think it's beautiful."

His thrusts slow more. "It started as a way of finding myself. Marking myself somehow, since no family wanted me. I…" He groans, his cock twitching inside me. "I liked the pain, too, I guess. The permanence of it. And I turned myself into a story, since I can't read any."

"Will you add more when you learn to read?"

"Fuck, Sawyer… Come now. Come with me."

Then he's coming again, and against my doubts, I come, too, shivering at his command, clutching at his inked shoulders, arching up to meet his thrusts.

Maybe I'll get a tattoo, too, I think, finally slumping back on the mattress, darkness claiming me. With all their names, so that I'm twice-marked and all theirs…

I'm lying in a haze of pleasure and satisfaction. Sweat is drying on my skin. Kyrian is wiping me down, cleaning me up. I didn't even realize when he pulled out of me, I was so out of it. I might have passed out for a bit. No idea.

I smile up at Brinlee who has a sheet wrapped around her, and open my arms. She comes willingly, lying against me, laying her head on my shoulder.

My wrists and neck throb in time to my heart, stinging from their bites. I love the feeling. I can't wait to look in the mirror, see their marks on me.

My heat isn't over, of course. It can take days. But in this quiet lull, I gesture for all of them to lie with me so I can smell them and touch them and quiet my mind.

To be fair, I'm too exhausted to be anxious right now. Not that anxiety won't come back, but for now, the beast is locked away.

I'm with my pack and my heart is full.

Archer lies behind me, sliding an arm under my head for me to use as pillow, and Kyrian lies at my feet, laying his head on my thigh. Roman lies behind Brinlee, winking over her head at me.

I laugh quietly.

"This is perfect," I tell them. "You are perfect. I'm so grateful you found me, that you didn't give up on me."

"How could we?" Roman says. "You are perfect for us."

For the first time, I feel that deep inside me. I may not be perfect in any way, but in this pack, for these guys, I am exactly what they need. Everything is clicking into place, as if I'm a piece in a bigger puzzle and now the picture is complete.

This is happiness.

This is love.

This is what coming home is like.

I think about that the next morning, after a lot more sex, as we all lie on the bed, limbs tangled together, the covers haphazardly pulled over us.

They were kind of relentless, courting me in their own simple, non-flashy way. Hanging around. Caring about the girl I cared about. Trying to help her. To help me. Hinting at wanting me. Wanting us.

It took me a while, but somewhere along the line, I fell for them.

It's impossible not to love them. Not to reach for them. Somewhere inside my anxiety is stirring, poking at me, reminding me of Potato going hungry, of the café, of having to ask Bee to feed my cat and keep my business from going under.

About Brinlee's brother and debts.

About my debt and my parents.

My mind is trying to throw me back into the usual pool of stress where I constantly struggle not to drown—but I'm not alone. Not alone. Sure, I'll keep struggling, but the thought of all these wonderful people waiting for me at home in the evenings, trying to help me solve the problems, listening to me, holding me, wanting to help me, it just… it makes everything better.

I'm kinda jealous that they all work at the same place and get to see each other all day.

But I love my Book Café, and I like hanging out there with my friends. If I can keep it… God, I wish I could keep it, but if I have to let it go, then I know I won't die of sorrow, because I'll have my pack, and that is a game changer.

My pretty, spirited delta girl.

My graceful, peacekeeping beta boy.

My damaged, growly blond alpha.

And my protective, broody, dark top alpha.

I've never felt more at peace with myself and the world than I do now. Trial run, my ass. This pack is my pack now, too, and I'll spend the rest of my life paying back the favor that fate made me when it sent them into my path.

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