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The first brush of his finger against my hole makes me jerk, driving deeper into Lexie who moans in response. It's foreign and strange and intensely intimate, but not unpleasant. Especially not when Aidan takes his time, circling gently, letting me get used to the sensation.

"How does it feel?" Lexie asks, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder.

"Weird," I admit, then gasp as Aidan presses slightly harder. "But good. Really fucking good."

"Just wait," Jax says, and I'd almost forgotten he was there, watching everything with those intense gray eyes. "It gets better."

Aidan must have lube somewhere because suddenly his finger is slick, sliding against me with less friction. When he presses in, just the tip of one finger, I have to stop moving inside Lexie because the sensation is so overwhelming.

"Fuck," I breathe, dropping my forehead to rest against Lexie's back. "That's..."

"Intense?" Aidan suggests, holding perfectly still. "Want me to stop?"

"No," I say immediately, surprising myself with the vehemence. "No, don't stop. Just give me a second."

He waits, patient as always, until I nod for him to continue. He works that single finger in slowly, carefully, and I'm struck by how gentle he's being. This is the same guy who nearly beat someone to death for me earlier tonight, and now he's treating me like I'm made of glass.

"I can take more," I tell him, starting to move inside Lexie again. The dual sensation is incredible, the tightness of her around my cock, the strange fullness of Aidan's finger inside me.

He adds a second finger, and this time the stretch burns a little. But it's a good burn, the kind that promises better things to come. He scissors his fingers, opening me up, and when he brushes against a spot inside me, I nearly come on the spot.

"Fuck," I gasp, my hips jerking erratically. "What was that?"

"That," Aidan says with satisfaction, "was your prostate. And that's just with fingers. Wait until you feel it with a cock."

The mental image, Aidan behind me and inside me while I'm inside Lexie, makes my head spin. Is that what's about to happen? Am I really going to let my packmate fuck me while I fuck our girlfriend?

"Yes," Lexie says, and I realize I must have said that out loud. "Yes, Darren. Want to see it. Want to feel it."

"Add another," I tell Aidan, decision made. If we're doing this, we're doing it right.

The third finger is almost too much, the stretch bordering on painful. But Aidan's careful, working me open with patience I didn't know he possessed. By the time he's got three fingers sliding in and out easily, I'm a panting mess, barely able to maintain any kind of rhythm with Lexie.

"I think you're ready," he says, and there's a question in it.

Am I ready? Am I ready to cross this line, to fully embrace what being an omega means? To let one of my alphas claim me while I claim our beta?

"Yeah," I say, surprised by how sure I sound. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Aidan pulls his fingers out slowly, and the emptiness is almost painful. I hear the sound of his jeans unzipping, then feel the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance. He's big, bigger than his fingers prepared me for, and for a moment I wonder if this is a mistake.

"Breathe," Jax coaches from beside us. "Relax and breathe. Let him in."

I follow his advice, forcing my muscles to relax as Aidan pushes forward.

The stretch is intense, burning in a way that walks the line between pleasure and pain.

But he's patient, working in inch by inch, until finally I feel his hips pressed against my ass.

Everything but his knot is inside me, but it's gonna take a hell of a lot more prep before I can handle that.

"Fuck," I breathe, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled. "That's... fuck."

"You're doing so good, Darren," Lexie says, reaching back to touch my face. "Relax for us."

Us. Not just her, not just Aidan, but all of us together. The thought burns me up, competing with the heat that's been driving me crazy all night.

"Move," I tell Aidan. "Please. Need you to move."

He starts slow, pulling out halfway before sliding back in. The drag of his cock against my inner walls is unlike anything I've ever felt, lighting up places I didn't know I had. When he angles just right, hitting that spot he found with his fingers, I fucking scream.

"There," I gasp. "Right fucking there."

He adjusts his angle, making sure to hit that spot with every thrust. The pleasure is almost too much, building on top of the sensation of being inside Lexie.

I'm pressed between them, filled and filling, and it's perfect.

This is what my body's been craving, what the heat has been driving me toward.

"Harder," I demand, pushing back to meet Aidan's thrusts. "Fuck me harder."

He complies immediately, his hips snapping forward with more force. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mixing with our moans and gasps. I can barely think, can barely breathe, can only feel as the sensation builds and builds.

"I'm close," Lexie gasps beneath me. "So close. Touch me, someone touch me."

Jax moves immediately, his hand sliding beneath her to find her clit. The effect is immediate and she clenches around me, crying out as her orgasm hits. The rhythmic squeeze of her inner walls is too much, pushing me over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm coming," I warn, though it's probably unnecessary given how my rhythm has gone to shit.

"Me too," Aidan pants behind me, his thrusts becoming erratic. I can feel his knot bumping against my hole with each thrust, but he doesn't try to force it in and as keyed up and turned on as I am, I'm not ready for that. Not yet. "Fuck, Darren, you feel so good."

We come almost simultaneously, my release triggering his or maybe the other way around. I empty myself into Lexie while Aidan fills me, and the combined sensation is so intense I might black out for a second.

When I come back to myself, we're a tangle of sweaty limbs on the bed. Aidan's pulled out carefully, leaving me sore yet aching for more, and Lexie's shifted so she's curled against my side. The heat is still there, simmering under my skin, but it's manageable for the moment.

"How was that?" Aidan asks, and there's genuine concern in his voice.

"Fucking incredible," I admit, still trying to catch my breath. "I can't believe I waited this long to try it."

"Well, you were kind of in denial about the whole omega thing," Lexie points out, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

"Fair point," I concede. The afterglow is making me loose-limbed and honest. "But fuck, if I'd known it felt like that..."

"We've got all the time in the world to make up for it," Jax says, and when I look at him, there's heat in those gray eyes that makes my spent cock twitch with interest. "And you're still going to need a knot to get you through this heat."

"Now?" I ask, not sure if I'm ready for another round yet.

"Whenever you're ready," he assures me. "No rush. We've got days."

Days. Right. This heat is going to last days, and I've got four alphas and one incredible beta to help me through it. The thought should be overwhelming, but instead it's comforting.

We rest for a while, Lexie and Aidan curled around me like human blankets. Their scents mix with mine and the lingering smell of sex, creating something that makes my omega brain purr with satisfaction.

But eventually, the heat starts building again. It's subtle at first, just a warmth under my skin, but it quickly escalates to that burning need. I shift restlessly, and both Lexie and Aidan stir.

"Again?" Lexie asks, sounding adorably sleepy.

"Yeah," I admit. "Sorry, I know you're probably tired?—"

"Never too tired for you," she interrupts, stretching like a cat. "But maybe we should let someone else have a turn?"

Her eyes drift to Jax, who's been so patient, watching and waiting and letting Aidan go first. The captain's always been good at putting others before himself, but I can see the strain in his shoulders.

"Jax," I say, and his attention snaps to me immediately. "Your turn?"

"If you're sure," he says, but he's already moving, shedding his clothes with efficient movements.

Lexie and Aidan shift to give us space, curling up together to watch. There's something incredibly hot about that. My girlfriend and my packmate, still flushed from sex, settling in to watch me get fucked by our captain.

"How do you want me?" I ask, feeling suddenly shy. Which is ridiculous, considering what just happened, but Jax has always had that effect on me. He's the leader, the one we all look up to, and now he's about to be inside me.

"On your back," he says, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that makes my knees weak. "I want to see your face."

I comply immediately, rolling onto my back and spreading my legs. I'm still loose from Aidan, still slick with lube, but Jax checks anyway, sliding two fingers in to make sure I'm ready.

"Perfect," he murmurs, positioning himself between my thighs. "You're perfect, Darren."

The praise makes me flush, but before I can respond, he's pushing in. He's even bigger than Aidan, thicker, and as prepped as I am, the stretch is intense. But he's fully in control, every movement careful, everything I'd expect from our captain.

"Breathe," he reminds me, holding still once he's fully seated up to the knot. "Tell me when you're ready."

It takes a moment to adjust, to relax around the intrusion. But when I do, when my body accepts him, it's like something clicks into place. This is right. This is what I've been missing.

"Move," I tell him. "Please, Jax."

He starts slow, long, deep strokes that drag against every sensitive spot inside me.

It's different from Aidan's enthusiastic pounding.

It's more deliberate, more measured, but no less intense.

Maybe more so, because I can see his face, can watch the pleasure and concentration war in his expression.

"You feel incredible," he tells me, adjusting his angle slightly. "So hot and tight. Perfect omega."

The designation should sting, but it doesn't. Not anymore. Not when it's said with such reverence, such appreciation. I am an omega, and that's not a weakness. Not when it lets me experience this, lets me connect with my pack in ways I never imagined.

"Harder," I demand, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "I can take it."

He complies, increasing his pace and force. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, punctuated by my increasingly desperate moans. He finds my prostate with ease, hitting it with every thrust until I'm moaning his name.

"Touch yourself," he commands. "Want to see you come on my cock."

I obey immediately, wrapping my hand around my cock and stroking in time with his thrusts. The stimulation is almost too much, pleasure building so fast it's almost painful.

"Close," I gasp. "Fuck, Jax, I'm close."

"Then come," he orders, and the roughness in his voice pushes me over the edge.

I come with a shout, painting my chest and stomach with white streaks. My ass clenches around him, and I feel more than hear his groan as his thrusts grow faster, his knot bumping up against me.

Even before the last waves of my orgasm have faded, I find my hips bucking into him for more. For his knot. It was all too new earlier, too overwhelming, but now… I feel so empty. Like I'll burst into flames if he doesn't put it in.

"Please," I moan, my hands digging into the sheets. The knowledge that Lexie and Aidan are now watching us intently, their mingled scents spiking with arousal, only fuels my desperation. "Your knot, Jax. I need your fucking knot."

Recognition darkens his eyes and he follows through on the next thrust. I feel his knot stretching me open and for a moment, the burn is so intense I think it won't possibly fit, but then it pops in and I come all over again at the sensation of it locking against my prostate.

Jax follows me over, filling me with wave upon wave of his release.

He growls low, his face buried in my throat as he inhales my scent and his intensifies around me like a protective shroud.

When he thrusts, his knot tugs at my rim just enough it's almost torture, but not quite enough to push it over the edge where pleasure becomes pain.

As he pulses his last inside me, his powerful body relaxes on top of me and the desperate little whimper across the nest makes me painfully aware Lexie is finding her own release on Aidan's hand.

I breathe in deep, scenting her arousal mingled with ours, and collapse on my back, every muscle in my body completely spent.

We stay connected for a moment, both panting, both overwhelmed. Jax's knot is still locked inside me, and every slight movement sends a jolt of pleasure through me.

"Fuck," I breathe, staring at the ceiling.

"Yeah," he agrees, sounding nearly as wrecked as I feel.

Lexie and Aidan move closer, creating a pile of warm bodies on the bed. I'm surrounded by pack, by the people who accept me exactly as I am, omega designation and all. The heat is still there, will probably return with a vengeance in a few hours, but for now, I'm sated.

"Thank you," I murmur, not sure who I'm talking to. All of them, maybe. "For this. For not making it weird."

"Why would we make it weird?" Aidan asks, sounding genuinely puzzled. "You're pack. This is what pack does."

He's right. This is what pack does—takes care of each other, supports each other, loves each other in whatever way is needed. And as I drift off to sleep, surrounded by the scents and warmth of my pack, I decide maybe being an omega isn't so bad after all.