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Chapter

Thirty-Nine

ZAYN

T he morning birdsong filters through the windows like a fucking taunt, reminding me I've been awake for the past three hours listening to the sounds coming from upstairs.

Not that I'm complaining. Much. But when you're an alpha with a hard-on that could cut diamonds and your omega and beta packmates are going through a heat a floor above you, sleep isn't exactly on the menu.

Dmitri's been sitting in that chair by the window since midnight, pretending to read some Russian novel that I'm pretty sure he finished an hour ago.

The big bastard's got more self-control than me, but even he's showing cracks.

The way his knuckles are white around the book spine, how his jaw ticks every time a particularly loud moan drifts down.

Yeah, he's hanging on by a thread too.

"They've been at it all night," I mutter, adjusting myself for the hundredth time. My leather pants—because yes, I wore leather pants to bed like a fucking idiot—are a torture device at this point.

Dmitri grunts, which is his version of extensive commentary. His pale eyes flick to me, then back to his book. "Is their turn."

Right. Their turn. Jax and Aidan got their night with Darren and Lexie while we played guard dogs downstairs. Fair's fair, even if my dick disagrees with the arrangement.

My phone buzzes on the coffee table. Jax.

Your turn. He's asking for you both.

I'm on my feet before I finish reading, and Dmitri's already closing his book with a snap that says everything about his state of mind.

"Finally," I breathe, heading for the stairs. "Thought my balls were going to explode."

"Dramatic," Dmitri rumbles behind me, but I catch the way he adjusts himself as we climb.

The scent hits us before we even reach the landing. Omega in heat, satisfied beta, and the lingering musk of our alpha packmates. My mouth waters like I'm some pent up virgin.

Get it together, Copeland.

The bedroom door is cracked open, and the sounds... fuck. Wet, desperate, perfect sounds that make my cock throb painfully against the confines of my pants.

I push the door wider and freeze.

Darren's between Lexie's spread thighs, his face buried in her pussy like it's his job.

And from the way she's writhing, fingers tangled in his hair, he's employee of the fucking month.

Her back arches off the bed, those perfect tits bouncing with each desperate breath, and I have to bite back a groan.

"Fuck," Dmitri mutters behind me, and that's about as verbose as he gets when he's this turned on.

Lexie's eyes flutter open, hazy with pleasure, and land on us. Instead of being embarrassed or stopping, she gives us this slow, wicked smile that goes straight to my dick.

"About time," she gasps, then cries out as Darren does something with his tongue that makes her whole body shake. "Oh god, right there, don't stop?—"

Darren pulls back just enough to look over his shoulder at us. His lips are slick with her arousal, eyes glazed with heat, and when he licks his lips, I nearly come in my pants.

"Get in here," he demands, voice rough and desperate. "Need you both. Now."

We don't need to be told twice. I'm stripping before I even reach the bed, leather pants hitting the floor with my shirt. Dmitri's more methodical, folding his clothes because he's a fucking weirdo even when he's about to get his dick wet.

The nest smells like sex and pack and home. Jax and Aidan cleared out, probably showering and recovering from tending to these two, but their scents linger, mixing with ours in a combo that makes my alpha brain purr.

"Don't stop on our account," I tell Darren, climbing onto the bed. "Finish what you started."

He groans and dives back in, eating Lexie out with renewed enthusiasm. She keens, heels digging into the mattress, and I can't help but watch. The way Darren's shoulders flex, how Lexie's thighs tremble, the wet sounds that fill the room, it's better than any porn I've ever watched.

"She tastes good, doesn't she?" I ask, running my hand down Darren's spine. He's burning up, skin slick with sweat, and when I reach his ass he pushes back into my touch. It's new, but it feels right. "Bet she tastes even better with Jax's come mixed in."

Darren moans against her pussy, and Lexie's eyes roll back.

"Zayn," she gasps, reaching for me. "Kiss me. Please."

My cock throbs in response to her words. I lean over Darren's form to capture her mouth, swallowing her desperate sounds. She tastes like satisfaction and need, her tongue meeting mine with an enthusiasm that makes my cock leak.

"Close," she pants against my lips. "So close, I'm going to?—"

She comes with a scream that probably wakes the neighbors all the way across the woods, her whole body convulsing as Darren works her through it. I keep kissing her, drinking down her pleasure, while Dmitri moves to Darren's other side.

When she finally stops shaking, Darren pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looks wrecked already, hair a mess, cock hard and leaking, that desperate omega heat radiating off him.

"Need you," he says, looking between Dmitri and me. "Both of you. However you want, just… please."

"On your hands and knees," I order, already reaching for the lube on the nightstand. There's plenty, thank fuck. "Lexie, you up for more?"

She laughs, breathless and beautiful. "After that? I could go all day."

"Good." I position myself behind Darren, running my hands over his ass. He's still loose from last night, still slick, and when I press two fingers in he takes them easily. "Because I want you to suck his cock while I fuck him. Think you can handle that?"

"Yes," she says immediately, already shifting positions. "Fuck yes."

Dmitri moves to the head of the bed, his massive cock jutting out like a fucking weapon. Darren's eyes lock on it with the kind of hunger that makes my own dick throb.

"Want that in your mouth?" I ask, working a third finger into him. He's so hot inside, clenching around me desperately. "Want Dmitri to fuck your throat while I fuck your ass?"

"Please," Darren moans, and fuck if that's not the hottest sound I've ever heard. "Need it. Need all of you."

Lexie slides under him, her lips wrapping around his cock without preamble. Darren cries out, hips jerking, caught between pushing into her mouth and back onto my fingers.

"That's it," I encourage, pulling my fingers out and lining up. "Going to take such good care of you."

I push in slowly, savoring the tight heat of him. He's perfect, so desperate and willing and ours. When I bottom out, my knot already starting to swell, he makes this broken sound that goes straight to my balls.

"Dmitri," he gasps, reaching for our silent winger. "Please, I need?—"

Dmitri cups his face with surprising gentleness, thumb brushing over Darren's lower lip. "Open," he commands, and Darren obeys immediately.

Watching Dmitri feed his cock into Darren's mouth while I'm buried in the omega's ass is a euphoric experience. The way Darren's throat works to take him, how his whole body shudders with pleasure… fuck , I'm not going to last long.

I start moving, slow at first, finding a rhythm. Lexie matches it, her head bobbing on Darren's cock, and soon we're all moving together like some kind of filthy symphony. The wet sounds, the moans, the slap of skin on skin, it's perfect.

"So good," I grunt, gripping Darren's hips harder. "Taking us so well. Such a good omega for us."

He moans around Dmitri's cock, the vibration making the other alpha grunt. It's the most noise he's made all morning.

I pick up the pace, angling to hit his prostate with every thrust. The way he clenches around me, how his thighs shake, tells me I'm nailing it. Lexie pulls off his cock long enough to lick at his balls, and Darren nearly chokes on Dmitri.

"Careful," Dmitri rumbles, easing back. "Breathe."

But Darren just follows him, desperate for more. His hands come up to grip Dmitri's thighs, pulling him deeper, and holy shit. Our omega's got a bit of a size kink, judging from the way he's swallowing that monster cock. Filed away for later.

"Look at you," I say, my rhythm getting erratic. "Made for us."

The words slip out before I can stop them, and I realize the odds of Darren taking them as a jab are high. I was kind of a dick when he first presented. For some reason, I thought pushing him to accept his omega status was helping him. Or maybe I just wanted to convince myself.

When the only thing those words spark in his eyes is arousal, I breathe a sigh of relief. A short one.

My knot's swelling, catching on his rim every time I drive into him. He feels it too, pushing back harder, trying to take it. But I hold back. Not yet. Want to make this last.

Lexie's doing something with her tongue that has Darren whimpering around Dmitri's cock. The sight of her beneath him, eagerly sucking him off while I fuck him, is going to be burned into my brain forever.

"Close," Dmitri warns, his control finally cracking. "Darren?—"

Darren just takes him deeper, swallowing around him, and Dmitri comes down his throat with a growl that shakes the windows. Darren swallows it all, greedy for it, and the sight pushes me over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm—" I slam forward, my knot popping past his rim, locking us together as I come harder than I have in years.

Darren screams around Dmitri's cock, his own release hitting him like a freight train. Lexie moans, swallowing everything he gives her, and we're all just a mess of pleasure and connection.

We're a fucking pack, alright.

When the initial wave passes, we carefully rearrange ourselves. My knot's got us locked together for a while, so I maneuver us onto our sides. Lexie curls up against Darren's chest, pressing soft kisses to his throat, while Dmitri stretches out behind me, one big hand possessive on my hip.

"Holy shit," Darren pants, still trembling with aftershocks. "That?—"

"Was perfect," Lexie finishes, smiling up at him. "You were perfect."

He makes this soft, vulnerable sound and buries his face in her hair. Within minutes, his breathing evens out, exhausted from the heat, from taking all of us. Dmitri's not far behind, his breathing going deep and steady near me.

But Lexie's still awake, running her hand down over Darren's chest, and I can't help but watch her.

This beautiful, brave beta who walked into our lives and somehow made everything click into place.

Made us all accept each other, and ourselves, in a way I know we never would have without her.

She completes us, the missing part none of us even knew existed until Darren brought her into our lives.

"Hey," I say softly, not wanting to wake the others. "You good?"

She looks up at me, those brown eyes warm and satisfied. "More than good. You?"

"Yeah." I shift slightly, making Darren mumble in his sleep as my knot tugs. "Can I tell you something?"

"Always."

I reach over Darren to brush a strand of hair from her face. It's more tender than I usually allow myself to be, but something about this moment, locked inside our omega, surrounded by pack, makes me feel raw.

"This wouldn't have happened without you," I tell her. "Not just the sex. All of it. Darren accepting himself, the pack coming together like this. You did that."

She blinks, surprise flickering across her features. "I didn't?—"

"You did," I insist. "We were a mess before you. Darren fighting his biology, the rest of us dancing around each other, pretending we didn't want more. And me handling it all in the worst possible way. You walked in and just... made it okay. Made us okay."

"Zayn..." Her voice catches slightly.

"I'm shit at feelings," I continue, because apparently my fucking emotions are spilling out along with the truth.

"But you need to know. You're not just some beta we're fucking.

You're the center of our pack. The thing that makes us work.

Our mate." The words stick in my throat and I realize I've never actually said them to anyone.

Not like this. "We love you. I love you. "

She stretches up to kiss me, soft and sweet, and I taste tears. Happy ones, I think.

"I love you too," she whispers against my lips. "All of you."

"Even when I'm being an asshole?"

She laughs quietly. "Especially then." She settles back against Darren, but keeps her hand on my cheek. "Thank you. For saying that. For letting me in."

"Thank you for not running when shit got complicated."

"Never," she says firmly. "You're stuck with me now. All of you."

"Good," I say, meaning it more than I've meant anything in my life. "That's... good."

Especially since at this point, if she did get sick of us and leave, I'd end up stalking her to the ends of the earth to convince her to give me another chance. And I know I'd have four fellow stalkers doing the same fucking thing.