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When he finally bottoms out, all but the knot, we both need a moment to adjust. I've never felt so full, stretched to my limits but not quite past them. It's intense and overwhelming and perfect.

"How is it?" Darren asks, his own breath hitching as Dmitri hits his prostate. I can tell from the glazed look in his eyes.

"Full," I manage. "So full. But good. Really good."

"Wait until he moves," Zayn says from his position at the foot of the bed. He's stroking himself lazily, watching us with dark eyes. "That's when it gets really fun."

Aidan starts to move, shallow thrusts at first, letting me adjust to the sensation. Each movement lights up nerve endings I didn't know I had, pleasure building slowly but steadily. Beside us, Dmitri's found his rhythm with Darren, their bodies moving in tandem.

"That's it," Jax says, his hand running soothingly down my spine. "You're taking him so well. Such a good girl for us."

The praise makes me clench around Aidan, drawing a groan from him. His pace increases gradually, still careful but with more purpose now. I can feel his knot beginning to swell, bumping against my entrance with each thrust.

"I'm close," I gasp, the pressure building to impossible levels. "I don't know if I can?—"

"You can," Darren assures me, his own voice wrecked as Dmitri pounds into him. "When you come, you'll relax. It'll be easier to take his knot. Trust me."

He's right. When my orgasm hits, my whole body goes to jelly, and suddenly Aidan's pressing deeper, his knot stretching me impossibly wide. There's a moment of burning pain and pressure, making me cry out, but even that feels euphoric in its own way.

"I've got you," Aidan pants, holding himself still. "Fuck, baby, just a little more. You're almost there. You've almost got all of me in that pretty pussy."

His words make me cry out as another tingling shudder rocks down my spine. Who knew the rookie was so good at filthy praise?

One final push and his knot slips past the resistance, locking us together.

The sensation is indescribable, fullness beyond anything I've experienced, pressure against spots that make my vision go white.

I'm coming again before the first orgasm even ends, my body gripping and releasing rhythmically around him.

"Holy shit," I hear myself say, though I'm not entirely sure I'm still connected to my body. Everything is sensation, pleasure so intense it shorts out my brain.

Aidan follows me over, his release triggering another wave of pleasure as I feel him pulse inside me. We're locked together, his knot ensuring not a drop of his seed escapes, and the primal satisfaction of that makes me shudder.

"That's the hottest thing I've ever seen," Zayn says, voice rough. I crack an eye open to see he's already come, evidence painted across his toned stomach.

Beside us, Darren's taking Dmitri's knot with ease, his face a mask of blissed-out pleasure. The sight of him so comfortable with it now, so accepting of what his body needs, makes my heart swell with pride. And it's also one of the hottest things I've ever seen.

"How was it?" Darren asks when he can speak again, turning his head to look at me with those warm blue eyes.

"Mind-blowing," I admit, still trembling with aftershocks. "I can't believe you took all four of them. I can barely handle one."

"Practice makes perfect," he says with a grin. "And it wasn't all at once, but you'll get there."

I laugh, the movement making Aidan's knot tug inside me, sending another wave of pleasure through my oversensitized body. "Definitely not today. Maybe not even next month."

"We've got time," Jax says, pressing a kiss to my temple. "All the time in the world now that you're both ours."

"Though I call next round," Zayn announces, already recovering his usual swagger. "When you're ready, of course. No pressure. But definitely me."

"Get in line," Dmitri rumbles, his knot still locked inside Darren. "Lady’s choice."

"Maybe we should draw straws," Aidan suggests, nuzzling against my neck. "Make it fair."

"Or," I interrupt their possessive planning with a smirk, "we just see what happens naturally. No schedules, no pressure. Just us."

"Just us," Darren echoes, reaching over to thread his fingers through mine again. "I like the sound of that."

We stay locked together for a while longer, Aidan's knot keeping us joined while Dmitri's does the same for him and Darren. The others arrange themselves around us, creating a tangle of limbs and warmth that should feel claustrophobic but instead feels like home.

"That was one hell of a way to end a heat," Darren murmurs eventually, when their knots have softened enough to separate us. He sounds exhausted but deeply satisfied, the last traces of heat finally fading from his scent.

"Best heat ever," Aidan agrees, carefully withdrawing from me. The emptiness is almost shocking after being so full, but Zayn's there immediately with a warm cloth, tending to me with surprising gentleness.

I curl into Darren's side, our skin still damp with sweat but neither of us caring. The alphas arrange themselves around us, Jax behind Darren, Dmitri behind me, Aidan and Zayn bookending us all.

"Thank you," Darren whispers, just for me. "For being here. For accepting all of this. For being you."

"Thank you for letting me in," I whisper back. "For trusting me with your heat. With your pack."

" Our pack," he corrects, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Definitely our pack."

I look around at these five incredible men who've somehow become my world. Each so different, but together creating something perfect.

My pack. My loves. My home.

"I love you," I say, not to any one of them but to all of them. "All of you. So fucking much."

The chorus of "love you too" that comes back makes my eyes burn with happy tears. This isn't how I thought my life would go when I signed up for that dating app. I never imagined I'd find not just one person but five who would accept me, challenge me, cherish me.

But here we are, tangled together in a nest that smells like sex and love and pack, and I wouldn't change a single thing.

I've finally found where I belong.