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My lead. Right. Except I have no fucking clue what I'm doing. All I know is that my skin is on fire and Lexie smells like home and the two alphas in the room are making my mouth water in ways I don't fully understand.

"Just be here," I manage. "Watch, maybe? Until I figure out what I need?"

They exchange a look I can't interpret, then move to settle in chairs near the bed. Close enough to respond if needed, far enough to give us space. It should be awkward, having an audience like this, but somehow it just feels right. Safe. Like all the pieces are finally where they belong.

I turn to Lexie, who's watching me with those warm brown eyes full of understanding. "Hi," I say stupidly.

"Hi yourself," she replies, smiling. "You okay?"

"Getting there," I admit, then lean in to kiss her because I need to be grounded.

She responds immediately, her hands coming up to frame my face as our lips meet.

It's gentle at first, almost hesitant, like she's afraid I might break.

But I'm already broken, shattered into pieces by this heat that's rewriting everything I thought I knew about myself.

So I deepen the kiss, licking into her mouth with a desperation that makes her gasp.

"Darren," she breathes against my lips, and the sound goes straight to my cock.

"Need you," I admit, the words torn from somewhere deep. "Please, Lex. I need?—"

"I know," she soothes, her hands already working at my shirt. "I'm here."

Clothes disappear with fumbling urgency. My hands shake as I help her out of her bra, revealing perfect breasts that make my mouth water. Suddenly, all I care about is the way she gasps when I take a nipple into my mouth, the way her back arches to press closer.

"So good," I mumble against her skin, drunk on the taste of her. "You're so fucking perfect, Lexie."

Her hands tangle in my hair, holding me close as I worship her breasts with lips and tongue and just a hint of teeth. Every sound she makes goes straight to my core, where that empty ache is building to unbearable levels.

"Let me take care of you, too," Lexie says, gently pushing me back against the nest. "Let me make you feel good."

Lexie's fingers trail down my chest, over my stomach, finally reaching where I need her most. The first touch to my cock makes me cry out, hips bucking up desperately.

"Fuck," I groan, my head falling back as her hand wraps around me. She knows exactly how to touch me, exactly how much pressure to use. It's like she's memorized every fucking inch of me in the short time we've been together.

"That's it," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry in a way that makes my balls tighten.

I'm aware of Jax and Aidan watching from their chairs, can feel the heat of their gazes amplifying the fire burning in my core. It should make me uncomfortable. Instead, it makes me harder, makes that empty ache inside me pulse with need.

"Use your mouth," I hear myself say, the words coming out rougher than intended. "Please, Lex. Need to feel your mouth on me."

She doesn't hesitate, just shifts down my body with a grace that makes my heart pound. When her lips wrap around the head of my cock, I have to bite back a shout. The wet heat of her mouth is almost too much after the intensity of the heat building in my system.

"Damn" Aidan breathes from his chair, and I force my eyes open to look at him. He's gripping the armrests so hard his knuckles are white, his green eyes dark with want as he watches Lexie work me over.

Jax is more controlled, but I can see it in the way his gray eyes track every movement of Lexie's head as she takes me deeper. The captain's always been good at keeping his shit together, but even he has limits.

"So fucking beautiful," I manage to say, my hand tangling in Lexie's hair. Not to control, just to touch, to ground myself in her realness while my body feels like it's coming apart at the seams.

She hums around me, the vibration making my hips jerk up involuntarily. She takes it in stride, relaxing her throat to take me deeper, and fuck, how did I get so lucky?

The heat is building again, not just arousal but that deep, insatiable need that apparently comes with being an omega. It feels like I'll explode if I don't get what I need soon. But what I need... fuck, I'm not even sure I can put it into words.

"I need..." I start, then stop, frustrated by my inability to articulate what my body is screaming for.

Lexie pulls off with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. "What do you need, Darren? Tell me."

"I don't know," I admit, hating how lost I sound. "I need... more. Need to be inside you, but I also need..." My eyes drift to Jax and Aidan, and the words stick in my throat.

"Them?" she asks, no judgment in her voice. "You need them too?"

I nod, unable to form words past the lump in my throat. This is it. This is where she realizes I'm not the alpha-adjacent beta she thought she was getting. This is where she sees me for what I really am, an omega who needs his alphas, who craves their touch and their knots and their?—

"Then we should invite them over," she says simply, like it's the most natural thing in the world. "If that's what you want."

I stare at her, unable to process her easy acceptance. "You're not... it doesn't bother you?"

"Why would it bother me?" She tilts her head, as if she's genuinely curious. "They're your pack. Our pack. And watching you with them..." A pretty blush spreads across her cheeks. "Let's just say I'm not opposed to the idea."

Holy fuck. She's into it. My perfect, beautiful beta girlfriend is turned on by the idea of watching me with my packmates. If I wasn't already in love with her, this would seal the deal.

"Come here," I say to Jax and Aidan, my voice steadier than I expected. "Both of you."

They move immediately, like they've been waiting for permission. The bed dips as they join us, and suddenly I'm surrounded by scents and warmth. Jax settles on my left, Aidan on my right, with Lexie still between my legs.

"How do you want this to go?" Jax asks, ever the strategist. Even in bed, he needs a game plan.

"I don't know," I admit. "I've never... with guys, I mean. I don't know how this works."

"Instinct," Aidan says softly, and when I look at him, there's understanding in those green eyes. "Just follow your instincts. They know what you need even if your brain doesn't."

Instinct. Right. My instincts are currently screaming at me to present, to bare my throat, to let these alphas claim me in every way possible. But there's one need that's stronger than all the others right now.

"I need to fuck Lexie," I say. "Need to be inside her while..." I trail off, but my meaning is clear.

"While we take care of you," Jax finishes, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that makes my omega brain want to roll over. "We can do that."

"But first," Aidan says, and then he's leaning in, his intention clear in his eyes. "Can I?"

He's asking to kiss me. This massive alpha who could probably bench press even me without breaking a sweat is asking permission to kiss me.

"Yeah," I breathe. "Yeah, you can."

His lips meet mine, and it's nothing like kissing Lexie.

Where she's soft and yielding, Aidan is firm, demanding.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth like he's trying to claim territory, and fuck if my omega instincts don't love it.

I hear myself make a sound I've never made before, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and Aidan swallows it down like it's the best thing he's ever tasted.

"Holy shit," Lexie breathes, and when I break the kiss to look at her, her pupils are wide with arousal. "Fuck, that's hot."

"Yeah?" I ask, still trying to catch my breath.

"Very yeah," she confirms, shifting position so she's on her hands and knees. "In fact, if you don't get inside me in the next thirty seconds, I might combust."

I don't need to be told twice. The heat is riding me hard now, making everything feel urgent and necessary. I position myself behind her, taking a moment to appreciate the view. She's perfect like this, presented and ready, waiting for me to claim her.

"So fucking beautiful," I mutter, running my hands over her ass, down her thighs. She's already wet, and the sight of her pussy glistening for me makes my mouth water.

"Darren," she whines—like an omega’s whine, but huskier—pushing back against me. "Please."

I line myself up and push in slowly, savoring the way her body opens for me. She's tight and hot and perfect, and for a moment I just hold still, overwhelmed by sensation. This is what I needed, this connection, this claiming. But even as I bottom out inside her, I know I need them, too.

"Move," Lexie demands, clenching around me in a way that makes me see stars. "Fuck, Darren, please move."

I start slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in.

The angle is perfect, hitting that spot inside her that makes her gasp and clench around me.

But it's not just her reactions I'm aware of.

I can feel Jax and Aidan watching, can smell their arousal mixing with mine and Lexie's in the air.

"Touch him," Lexie says suddenly, and it takes me a moment to realize she's talking to them. "He needs you to touch him."

Aidan moves first, his hand sliding down my back in a touch that's both soothing and electric. "Is this okay?" he asks, his palm resting at the small of my back.

"Yeah," I manage, still maintaining my rhythm inside Lexie. "More than okay."

His hand slides lower, over the curve of my ass, and I tense despite myself.

This is new territory, literally and figuratively.

I've never let anyone touch me there, never even considered it when I thought I was a beta.

But now, with heat coursing through my system and Aidan's gentle exploration, it feels right. Necessary, even.

"Relax," he murmurs, his other hand joining the first to spread me slightly. "I'll go slow."