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Jude

The apartment feels charged with tension and pheromones as Beck and Elias stand at the side of the nest. Jolie’s scent has intensified to where it’s almost overwhelming—honey and sunshine and desperate need layered so thick I can taste it on my tongue.

My fever is climbing steadily, but I’ve taken two extra suppressants to push it aside. Right now, she needs all our focus.

“Emmie,” Beck says softly, approaching the nest slowly. His Alpha pheromones are carefully controlled, soothing rather than demanding. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

“Emmie?” I whisper.

Beck groans and says, “Her real name is Emmie. Call her by her name or Omega, but not Jolie.”

She turns toward his voice, her amber eyes glassy with heat-haze but still aware enough to recognize him. “Alpha.”

“I’m here, Omega.”

“I’m so hot. Everything hurts.”

“I know.” He crouches beside the nest but doesn’t enter it without permission. “Can we both help you? Jude says you’ve been suffering for hours.”

“I need...” She struggles to form the words, her body trembling with need. “I need you both. But I’m scared.”

Elias moves to the other side of the nest, his green eyes dark with concern and barely leashed desire. “We won’t hurt you. We’ll only give you what you want, what you ask for.”

“Promise?” The word comes out as a broken whimper.

“Promise,” they say in unison.

She reaches out with shaking hands, first toward Beck, then Elias. “Come here. Please. Into the nest.” The invitation is clear—in Omega culture, being invited into someone’s nest during heat is the ultimate expression of trust and consent.

Both Alphas manoeuvre, settling on either side of her in the carefully arranged blankets and pillows.

The moment they’re close enough to touch, Emmie’s scent spikes with relief and renewed arousal.

She turns toward Beck first, pressing her face against his neck and breathing in his scent like it’s oxygen.

“Better,” she gasps. “So much better.”

Beck’s hands are gentle as they stroke her hair, her back, offering comfort even as his own control visibly frays. “What do you need, baby girl?”

The endearment makes her keen softly, and I remember her telling me about their night in Boston, how those words affected her then.

“I need you, Daddy,” she whispers against his throat. “I need your knot. Need to be claimed.”

“Are you sure?” Elias asks, looking at his brother and lifting an eyebrow at the nickname she gave him. Beck shakes his head, letting him know that this isn’t the right time.

“Don’t claim her,” I beg.

“Please.” She turns to Eli now, her hands fisting in his shirt. “I’ve been thinking about you for weeks. Wanting your knot. Not just because of my heat, but because I chose you.” She turns back to Beck and says, “I need both of you.”

That’s all the permission they need. Beck’s mouth finds hers first, kissing her with a tenderness that gradually builds to desperate hunger. Elias’s hands map the curves of her body, drawing soft sounds of pleasure from her lips.

I should leave. Give them privacy. But when I move toward the door, Emmie’s voice stops me.

“Jude, don’t go. Please. I need you here, too.”

“Jo…Emmie—“

“Please.” Her eyes find mine across the nest, lucid despite the heat-haze. “I trust you. I need you to stay.”

So I stay, settling in the chair by the window where I can see but not intrude. My temperature continues to rise, but watching the three of them together feels more important than my discomfort. I’m trusting my extra suppressants will kick in quickly.

Beck and Elias work together with surprising harmony, taking turns kissing her, touching her, gradually removing the tee shirt I gave her when she arrived, until she’s naked between them. Her skin is flushed and burning, and she arches into every touch like she’s been starved for contact.

“So beautiful,” Beck murmurs against her collarbone. “So perfect.”

“Our Omega,” Elias adds, and the possessive note in his voice makes her shiver with desire.

They worship her body with hands and mouths, bringing her to climax twice before she starts begging for more. A knot. Something only they can give her.

“Please,” she sobs, pulling at their clothes with desperate hands. “I need your knots. Need to be filled. Please, I can’t take much more.”

Beck strips first, his body powerful and tattooed. When Emmie sees him, her pupils dilate further and fresh slick coats her thighs.

“My Alpha,” she breathes, reaching for him.

He settles between her legs, positioning himself carefully. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

But she’s beyond words now, lost in the biological imperative that drives her. When he enters her slowly, she cries out in relief and pleasure, her back arching off the nest.

“Yes,” she gasps. “More. Please, more.”

Beck sets a rhythm that’s careful but thorough.

Elias supports her from the side, his hands on her breasts, his mouth at her neck, whispering praise.

I watch through my growing haze as they love her together, taking turns, working in harmony to give her what she needs.

When Beck’s knot begins to swell, she begs for it with words that would make a saint blush.

“Please, Alpha.” She almost sounds like she is purring with each word she breathes. “Knot me. Fill me up. I need it so badly.”

Beck thrusts in and out of her and when he finally locks inside her, the relief on her face is profound. She goes limp as the deep satisfaction her body has been craving overwhelms her.

But her heat doesn’t end with one knotting. Within an hour, she’s restless again, turning to Elias with the same desperate need. The cycle continues through the day and into the night. They take turns caring for her, knotting her, holding her through the brief periods of rest between waves of need.

And through it all, I suffer.

By the second day, my heat has fully manifested. I’m burning up, my Omega instincts screaming for relief I can’t provide for myself. When I whimper involuntarily during an intense wave of need, all three of them notice.

“Jude,” Emmie calls softly. “Come here.”

“I’m fine,” I lie, but my voice cracks on the words.

“No, you’re not.” She extricates herself from Beck’s arms, crawling to the edge of the nest. “Come here. Let us take care of you, too.”

“Emmie, I can’t—“

“Not for sex,” she says gently. “Just for comfort. Please. I hate seeing you suffer alone.”

Beck and Elias exchange a look I can’t quite read, then Eli nods. “She’s right. Come here, Jude.”

Against my better judgment, I join them in the nest. The moment I’m surrounded by their combined scents—Alpha musk and Omega sweetness—my fever breaks slightly. Emmie curls against my side, her skin still hot but soothing against my own.

“Better?” she whispers.

“Much,” I admit.

“Do you need more? I know you’re celibate, but I know you must need something…” she whimpers. She sounds so much clearer now that her haze must be lifting. I swallow. “It would help.”

“Jude…” I like there is a slight whine when she says my name. “Then please let me help you.”

I shake my head.

“Please. I want to.”

Beck stares at me as I crawl to her, settling between his Omega’s slick and cum-covered thighs.

I’m honestly quite petrified about how he might react.

Especially when a growl escapes from deep in his throat.

But I stop worrying when her hand reaches out and touches my cock, wrapping her delicate fingers around it.

Or maybe I stop worrying because I’m going to come.

This is the first sexual contact I’ve had with another person in five years.

With just a few strokes of her hand, my breath comes harder, faster, in time with her hand.

“What do you need, Jude?” she whispers, but her eyes tell me she wants me as much as I want her.

“I want the woman I go to bed dreaming about. I want you.”

A deep grunt comes from my left. But it’s not Eli, it’s Beck who asks, “And do you want Jude, Emmie?”

Her eyes are on mine when she nods. “I do.”

“Should we give you some space?” Beck asks.

Emmie turns to look at me with eyes that look more in control since this started. She shakes her head and turns to Beck. “I think you’ve realized that Jude is an Omega and he might need you.”

Beck looks at her like she has placed a curse on his future grandchildren.

“It’s okay,” I say as Emmie shuffles herself closer to my dick. The tip of my cock dips into her soaked heat, and she closes her eyes and moans. “I can cope. I don’t need to be knotted. You’ll be enough.”

Even though the more I look at Eli’s rugged, hard body, my mouth dried.

Since I fled my life with a pack, I thought I only wanted women but thought I’d never find an alpha female in a world that had so few. So I’d resigned myself to taking suppressants to ward away any carnal thoughts.

But now, as my eyes stray to Eli, Emmie turns to where I’m looking and smiles. “Will you join us?”

“Are you asking me, Omega?” Eli asks, his big, weather-beaten hand strokes his enormous cock. But I don’t know who he is asking.

Emmie’s eyes meet mine, wide with wonder and something that looks like recognition. She sees it too—this rightness, this completion that goes beyond anything we could have imagined separately.

“It’s okay. I’m happy to share him with you. Your scent spikes whenever you talk about him.”

I slam my cock inside her, and it hardens at the thought. I’ve never been taken by an Alpha since my Alpha pack, and I didn’t particularly like it then. But Eli…

Eli and Emmie lock eyes. He swallows, and I know he’s conflicted. “Are you saying you want me, and you’re not leaving?” he asks Emmie. “This isn’t just about your heat?”

“I want the three of you. And no, I don’t want to leave you. But I want to feel safe.”

My mouth slams on hers as I fuck her slowly. It feels so good. Like she was made for me. And when hands stroke my back, something weird roils in my stomach, a strange twisting as I thrust in and out of my Omega.