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I made the most pitiful sound. My body was covered in sweat, more slick seeping from me. I was vaguely aware of the other three changing positions, of the scents of their arousal, of them watching us, but I couldn’t do anything but focus on all of the points where my body touched Ben’s.

My ass in his crotch, his hand kneading my breast, his whispers of how beautiful I was, how gorgeous, and, of course, the single bit of his cockhead in my entrance.

“Alpha,” I whispered. Nothing else but this mattered, these scents of the pack around me, loving each other.

“There you are,” he whispered and slid deeper inside me. It was almost too much. I was over-sensitized, but him pushing inside me was such a relief.

He slid all the way with a groan. “Oh, what a good girl you are. You’re doing so good, omega.”

My body melted. I was a good girl; I was his good omega. He bottomed out, and it was a stretch, but the slick made his way easier. The angle made everything much more intense, desire and heat racing over me.

He pulled all the way out and pushed back in, his cock stretching me in places I’d forgotten existed. I was panting like I’d run a mile, and my omega instincts shoved all rational thought away.

He was fucking me, claiming, rubbing his cock all the way in, and all I wanted was his cum and his knot, to use me and fuck me. I was his. I arched, and he started moving faster, our bodies fusing together until I forgot my own name, my hopes and fears and worries, everything but the feeling of him driving his body inside mine.

He brushed a fingertip over my clit, and I sobbed, coming so hard my legs gave out. Ben caught me, held me up with his arm braced around me, and kept going until my skin went molten. I needed, wanted more.

Ben shifted his weight so I could brace my knees and then tapped my shoulder. “Now present, angel. Show me what you want.”

I leaned forward, resting my forehead on the carpet. Ben pushed inside me, and I cried out, another orgasm crashing through me.

Ben went harder, the force of impact pushing me forward until I was growling. Another orgasm ripped through me at the same time I felt him come, warmth filling me inside.

“Knot,” I panted, “alpha, I need your knot. Ben, please.”

He smoothed his hand over my hip. “You want my knot or do you want to have a turn with someone else? I can knot you after you finish fucking the rest of the pack.”

“Knot,” I whined. I wanted his knot, needed to feel full, needed him locking his come inside me.

His scent grew stronger. I was drowning in spicy woods, the sharp currant scent so juicy I could almost taste it. I moved my mouth to Ben’s forearm, licking the salt off his skin.

He swiveled his hips, slowly, stretching me, until another orgasm threatened to break me. With another push, he knotted me, and I came with a muffled cry.

Ben draped over me, and my brain blissed out. I was safe and secure.

Chapter 26

Rian

Watching Ember sing with her entire heart unraveled me. She put her whole soul into singing, something I’d been too afraid to do for so long. When she finished, the song was obviously emotional for her, I put the guitar down, wanting to give her a hug.

Ben caressed her shoulder and pulled her into a searing kiss instead.

Immediately my cock jumped at the sight. Jealousy was the last thing in my mind. I wanted to watch them, and then maybe later slide into that sandwich.

“Not upset?” West leaned over me, staring like he could read every thought. “Another omega kissing your alpha?”

My perfume thickened; sweet amber and smoky moss filled the small space. Alejandro made a strangled noise and swallowed hard. It was more subtle, but West’s milk and honey scent was getting sweeter.

“No,” I said, looking at the other omega’s thick, plush mouth. What would it feel like to have his body on mine? “Turned on, not jealous.”

“I supposed we’ll have to do something about that,” he said, raking his gaze over me.

“Yes,” I gasped, my cock hard. Yes, that was exactly what I wanted.

He gave me a smoldering look, all sexy heat. “Whatever the omega wants.”

West kissed me. I moaned, his hands roaming over my chest. His tongue flicked inside, like he was tasting me, claiming me. He was hot and intense, and I thought this was part of why West and Ember worked so well: they both burned with intensity. Ember’s was more obvious, but West was an inferno underneath the surface, a collapsing star.