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“Fuck. Yes —” He moans, and then he pushes all the way in on the next thrust. His knot expands, filling me completely and hitting every pressure point as my climax hits.

I clench around him, feeling the explosion throughout my body as I tense and clutch onto Uriah for dear life.

He squeezes his hand between us, using his thumb to circle over my clit in quick spurts.

I squeal, my first orgasm heightening before I fall into another, my noises now incoherent as I grip him.

He groans into my shoulder, his thumb never relenting as he falls over the edge with me.

I feel heavy spurts fill me as I ride out the wave, the pleasure only feeling better as it ebbs and flows.

Uriah’s hips sputter, every rutting movement igniting another spark and keeping me suspended in this wondrous feeling.

As it edges away, Uriah’s thumb stops and we pant together, our bodies now hugging one another in just as much desperation as before our shared finish.

He breathes heavily, his forehead on my shoulder as I finally come back to Earth. I feel sedated, relieved. Utterly cherished and adored.

“This probably wasn’t the best way to do this,” he says, giving a satisfied laugh.

I look down, realizing that he’s standing up and we’re stuck like this until his knot goes down. “At least our first time is very memorable,” I joke, a tiny gasp escaping when I feel his cock jerk inside me.

He meets my eyes, cradles my face. “This would have always been memorable for me.” His normal intensity is now subdued; his pupils sparkle with something I can’t decipher. It looks like fondness, and it makes my stomach flutter.

I pull him into me, letting him wrap his arms around me, sweaty skin and all.

A deep satisfaction seeps deep into my bones.

I want to bottle up the feeling I’m experiencing right now.

Save it for a rainy day, because right now, in Uriah’s arms and knotted on his cock, I feel like everything is finally okay and nothing will ever hurt me again.

It’s after midnight when we all get home.

Ciro is drunk at a level that is hilarious.

He’s uninhibited, saying anything he can to poke at the others which they take in stride.

It’s not difficult to imagine a time when I wasn’t here, him going off and partying, giving Uriah and Atlas the run-around.

It makes me smile, thinking of how well-rounded they are as a group, and how much they love and care for one another.

This is how I’ve always wanted my pack to be. Balanced and full of love.

“We have one more surprise for you, angel,” Atlas says in my ear. He sneaks a sniff of my hair, making me blush.

After Uriah and I finally separated in the laundry room, we had made our way out to rejoin the others.

It didn’t take them long to figure out what we had been doing, but none of them looked upset.

They were elated, even. Atlas had hugged me, and not-so-discreetly put his nose into my neck.

Did our omega have fun sneaking off with her alpha?

he had whispered, and it left goosebumps all over my body.

“Another surprise?” I balk, letting Uriah take my coat. He’s been very attentive and affectionate since we left that room. It’s addicting.

Kendall grins wide. “Yes. I’ve been waiting all night for this.” Then he disappears into the kitchen.

I place my things onto their coffee table just as my blond alpha makes his way back in, his hands holding a double-decker cake.

It’s yellow (my favorite color) with beautifully-done daisies (my favorite flower) embroidered around the edges. The letters are written by hand, a pretty cursive that Kendall keeps eyeing. It reads out ‘Happy Birthday Stacia.’

And there’s… wait a minute…

“Is that edible glitter ?!” I exclaim due to the few drinks I had at the party.

Kendall smiles shyly before putting it on the coffee table. “It is. I thought your cake deserved some sparkle. It’s lemon-raspberry with white chocolate.”

I look at him, and his blatant nervousness makes me want to cry. The fact that I can make this alpha feel this way is astounding to me. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.

“Kendall, it’s perfect. I can’t believe you made this.”

It’s barely noticeable, but I catch the slightest sigh of relief.

“I could have done better on the lettering. Still, it’s the first of many.

Happy birthday, sweetheart.” He kisses my cheek.

We smile at each other for a moment, bathing in each other’s gaze, before Ciro pulls me gently towards him as Kendall starts to put the candles in the cake.

“Happy birthday, doe,” he says and it isn’t followed by any funny quips.

It’s not very often that he decides to show his serious side, but it makes it that much more meaningful when he does.

I pull him into me more, wrapping my arms around him to give him a kiss.

It’s soft and sweet, and his orange scent unhinges me. I have to pull myself away.

Then there’s Uriah and Atlas, who seem to have pulled random gift bags out of their asses. I gasp at them. “More gifts? But you just got me some for Valentine’s Day. I literally can’t accept those.”

Uriah grins. “It’s not a problem, baby. Your birthday may be close to Valentine’s Day, but they are two separate celebrations. We wanted to do this, and we will . Every year. So go ahead and get used to it.” He gives me a peck, his hand squeezing me slightly before taking a seat.

Atlas cradles my face in his hands, giving me that handsomely mischievous grin.

“Not only the first cake of many, but the first birthday of many. I’m glad it’s a memorable one.

We love that you’re here with us. We don’t want to be with anyone else.

Happy birthday, Stacia.” Hearing the word love out of his mouth makes me both preen and gulp with fear.

It’s a heavy word, but it doesn’t seem so crazy anymore.

The pace in which most scent match relationships move doesn’t seem so strange anymore.

I let him kiss me, and it hits me all the way to my toes.

We pull apart just as Kendall lights the candles. “It’s time to make a wish.”

I sit on the couch between Uriah and Ciro, and watch as the flames of the candles flow back and forth and then up, stagnant. I think of my wish—grateful that they’re not singing happy birthday right now—before closing my eyes and blowing them out.

They extinguish, and there’s a few claps from them before Kendall pulls out the cake cutter. As they start to distribute pieces of cake, I think about them. This moment. My wish.

Please don’t let this be a dream.