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I turn my head to check on Darren, and the sight steals what's left of my breath. He's on his hands and knees, Aidan buried inside him, both their faces slack with pleasure. The marks on Darren's neck are fresh, two sets of teeth marks that will scar beautifully.

Our eyes meet, and he reaches for me again. I take his hand, squeezing tight as Aidan's knot locks inside him. We're both claimed now, both marked. The first of our pack bonds singing between us.

“You okay?” I ask him, panting.

"Flying," he admits with a breathless laugh. "You?"

"Same." I shift slightly, making the knots tug inside me. "Though I might need a nap before round two."

"Lightweight," Zayn teases from where he's watching, still lazily stroking himself, but there's fondness in it.

We stay locked together for a while, Jax's knot keeping us joined while the marks on my neck throb with a pleasant ache. Darren and I don't let go of each other's hands, even as Zayn takes his turn to knot and mark Darren once Aidan's knot goes down.

Zayn's marks stand out beautifully on the other side of Darren's throat already, and I come again just from watching, two knots still buried deep inside me.

When the knots finally soften enough to separate, we rearrange ourselves in the pit.

I curl against Darren's side, comparing marks.

His are already starting to heal, the accelerated healing of an omega kicking in.

Mine will take longer, but I don't mind.

I want to see them in the mirror, want to trace them with my fingers and remember this moment forever.

"Ready for round two?" Aidan asks eventually, his green eyes bright with anticipation.

"Give a girl a minute to recover," I huff playfully, but I'm already feeling the heat building again. Not omega heat, but something else. Pack bonds demanding to be completed, maybe. Or just good old-fashioned desire for the two alphas who haven't claimed me yet.

"Take all the time you need," Zayn assures me, but his dark eyes tell a different story. He wants this as badly as I do.

We rest for a while, the six of us tangled together in a pile of satisfied limbs. Hands wander lazily, not quite arousing but not entirely innocent either. The marks on my neck throb in time with my heartbeat, a constant reminder of what we've done, what we're still doing.

"Okay," I say finally, sitting up. "I'm ready."

"Thank fuck," Zayn mutters, already moving. "Thought my dick was going to fall off from waiting."

"Such a romantic," I tease, but I'm already reaching for him.

This time is different. Where Jax and Dmitri were controlled, careful, Zayn and Aidan are enthusiasm personified. They handle me like I'm precious but not fragile, their touches reverent but demanding.

"How do you want us?" Aidan asks, pressing kisses along my collarbone.

I consider for a moment, then grin. "I want to ride Zayn while you take me from behind."

"Fuck," Zayn breathes. "You're going to kill me."

"What a way to go," Aidan counters as I straddle the winger.

Zayn slides into my pussy easily, my body still wet and ready from before. The angle is perfect, hitting spots that make me gasp. Aidan takes his time preparing my ass, making sure I'm ready for him despite Dmitri's earlier attention.

"Still good?" he checks as he lines himself up.

"Very good," I assure him. "Now stop being so thoughtful and fuck me."

He laughs, the sound bright and joyful, then pushes in with one smooth thrust.

The sensation of being filled again, but from a different angle, with different rhythms, is incredible. Where Jax and Dmitri moved in perfect sync, Zayn and Aidan create a push-pull that has me gasping. One thrusts in as the other pulls out, keeping me constantly stimulated, constantly on edge.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Zayn groans, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bite. "Good girl, sharing both your holes with your alphas."

Oh, fuck.

I lean down to kiss him hard, the change in angle making both men thrust harder. Aidan's hands slide around to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples in a way that sends sparks straight to my core.

Beside us, Darren's taking his second round of marks with equal enthusiasm. Jax has him on his back, legs wrapped around the captain's waist, while Dmitri waits his turn with uncharacteristic impatience.

"Together," I gasp, reaching for Darren's hand again. "Want to come together."

He nods, beyond words as Jax pounds into him. Our fingers intertwine, that physical connection amplifying everything else.

"Close," Aidan warns behind me. "So fucking close."

"Mark me," I demand. "Both of you. Now."

They don't need to be told twice. Two sets of teeth sink into my shoulders right as their knots sink in, and the pain-pleasure of it sends me screaming over the edge. My orgasm triggers theirs, Zayn's knot swelling fully inside me as he comes, Aidan's following close behind.

The pack bonds that were faint before blaze to life. I can feel them all, not thoughts exactly, but impressions. Flavors. Like ingredients to a cake that all blend together perfectly to create something delicious and harmonious.

"Holy shit," I pant, slumping forward onto Zayn's chest. "I feel you… all of you."

"Because you're our scent match," Jax says from where he's locked inside Darren. "All of us. Now you can feel it as much as we do."

I file that information away to process later, when my brain isn't melted from orgasms and marking bonds. For now, I just let myself feel it. The connection to these five incredible men who chose me, claimed me, made me theirs in every way that matters.

Now, there's only Darren and Dmitri's bond left to seal. Once Jax's knot goes down, Dmitri takes his place, seating himself inside the omega. I watch as their tongues tangle, like my own private show, and can't help touching myself as I watch them fuck.

Aidan reaches around, replacing my hand with his and I'm more than happy to let him take over as he makes me come at the exact moment Dmitri marks Darren's shoulder.

It could just be my imagination, but… I feel it. The bond between them.

No. No, this is real. It's not just in my head. Jax is right. I feel it. The bond between us, running through us like a river, connecting us all.

We stay tangled together as knots soften and bodies cool. I've never felt so thoroughly claimed, so completely owned, and yet so utterly free.

"There's one more thing," Darren says eventually, his voice rough from screaming.

I turn to look at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

He shifts, reaching for my hand with intent this time. "I want my mark on you too. Not on your neck, there's not really any room left. But here..." He brings my wrist to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the pulse point. "If you'll let me."

My breath catches. I've heard of this, omegas marking betas in special places. It's rare, intimate in a different way than alpha marks.

"Yes," I whisper. "Please."

His eyes meet mine, full of love and possession and promise. Then his teeth sink into my wrist, right where my pulse beats strongest.

The sensation is different from the alpha marks. Gentler but somehow more intense. And when the next wave hits—unexpected, overwhelming, triggered by nothing but his bite and the knots still locked inside me—I feel the pack bonds shift and settle.

I always thought I wasn't supposed to feel pack bonds this strongly as a beta. But that was a lie, just like all the times I was told being a beta wasn't enough. I feel them all, bright and clear and undeniable.

My alphas. My omega. My pack.

Mine.