Page 83 of His Drama Queen

Oakley is on my right, face relaxed in sleep, golden-brown hair falling across his forehead. Corvus on my left, somehow managing to look composed even unconscious.

My pack.

The thought should terrify me. Should make me want to run. But my body hums with contentment, the heat simmering pleasantly instead of burning me alive. The claiming bonds pulse with satisfaction—three connections anchoring me to three Alphas who are finally,finallydoing this right.

Shifting slightly, I test my body. Sore. Definitely sore. But it's a good ache. The kind that reminds me exactly how thoroughly I was claimed last night.

The movement makes Dorian stir behind me. His arm tightens, pulling me closer, and his cock is already hardening against my ass.

Alpha stamina during an Omega's heat is truly ridiculous.

"You're awake," he murmurs against my neck, voice rough with sleep.

"Mmm." I arch back into him, enjoying the way his breath catches. "The heat's still there."

"I can smell it." His hand slides down my stomach, fingers splaying possessively over my lower belly where it's still slightly distended from how much come he pumped into me. "How do you feel?"

"Good." I turn my head to look at him. His ice-blue eyes are clearer now, less feral than last night but still carrying that edge of hunger. "Really good, actually."

"Yeah?" His hand slides lower, fingers brushing through the mess of slick and come coating my thighs. "You were incredible last night. Took my knot like you were made for it."

The touch sends heat curling through me—pleasant and wanting instead of desperate and overwhelming.

I can think. I can actually think this time instead of just burning.

And what I'm thinking is that I want more. Want all of them. Want to remember this clearly enough to savor it.

"Wake them up," I say.

Dorian doesn't ask why. Just reaches over me, shaking Oakley's shoulder roughly. "Oak. She needs you."

Oakley blinks awake, those warm hazel eyes focusing on me instantly. His hand goes to my hip automatically, protective even half-asleep. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." I smile at him, feeling the heat simmer pleasantly. "Everything's right. That's the problem."

Confusion for a second, then understanding dawns. His pupils dilate. "You want—"

"All of you." I reach for Corvus too, trailing my fingers down his arm until he stirs. "I want to remember this one."

Oakley moves first.

He's gentler than Dorian—always has been. Where Dorian takes, Oakley asks. Where Dorian demands, Oakley offers.

"Let me," he says, shifting so he's kneeling between my thighs. His hands are warm on my hips, thumbs tracing circles on my skin. "Let me take care of you."

I nod, spreading my legs wider in invitation. The movement makes more of last night's mess slip out of me—Dorian's come mixed with my slick—and Oakley's eyes go dark watching it.

"Fuck," he breathes. "You're so full of him already."

"Room for more." I reach for him, wrapping my fingers around his cock. He's hard and leaking, thick enough to make my cunt clench in anticipation. "Want to be full of you too."

He groans and leans down, pressing a kiss to my stomach. Then lower. His breath is hot against my inner thigh, and I shiver when his tongue traces through the mess coating my skin.

"Taste so good," he murmurs. "Even mixed with him. Especially mixed with him. Our omega. Our perfect, greedy little omega."

His mouth finds my cunt and I arch off the nest.

He eats me out like he has all the time in the world. Long, slow licks from my entrance to my clit. Tongue pushing inside to tasteme deeper, lapping at the come Dorian left there. Lips closing around my swollen clit and sucking until my thighs are shaking around his head.