Page 15 of The Cobbler and His Elves

I opened my mouth to respond, but only a shaky exhale escaped. Jack nodded in understanding, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my cheek. He turned his attention to Elijah, tilting his chin up with gentle fingers.

“And you, little brother?” he murmured.

Elijah made a soft sound, somewhere between a whimper and a sigh. Jack chuckled warmly, the sound vibrating through the air.

“That good, huh?”

As Jack continued to murmur words of praise and reassurance, the initial shock began to fade. In its place, I felt a deep bond forming, linking the three of us in a way I’d never imagined possible.

I felt Elijah’s knot subside, his warmth slowly withdrawing from my body. A shiver ran through me at the sudden emptiness, but it only fueled my desire for more. Eli rolled off me, his absence leaving my skin prickling with goosebumps. He settled close, his body a comforting furnace against my side. I found myself instinctively leaning into his warmth. My gaze locked onto Jack, his dark eyes smoldering with barely contained need.

“Jack,” I breathed, voice hoarse and needy. “Please...”

He understood without further explanation. In one fluid motion, he moved between my legs, strong hands gripping my hips.

"God, you're incredible," Jack growled. "It was torture waiting my turn.”

My breath hitched as I felt the head of Jack’s cock nudge at my entrance, thick and insistent. I gasped as he entered me, my body stretching to accommodate his impressive length just as it had his brother’s.

"That's it, sweetheart. Take all of me."

The feeling was indescribable—different from Elijah, yet equally intoxicating, a delicious burn as he thrust forward, filling me. A whimper escaped my lips in response to his words.

Elijah pressed closer, his lips finding my neck. “Never imagined we’d have you like this,” he murmured against my skin. His fingers tangled with mine as Jack set a steady rhythm, each thrust sending jarring shocks of pleasure rippling through my body. I clung to him, nails digging into his broad shoulders as I lost myself in the sensations. The room filled with our mingled scents and the heady musk of arousal.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” Jack growled, his hips snapping as he thrust into me. “Come on, sweetheart. Let us hear you.” The command shot straight to my cock, eliciting that sharp, familiar sensation that signaled my impending release.

Jack’s dark eyes flicked to Elijah.

“Don’t just lay there watching, little brother. Come show our omega how good he is for us.”

My breath caught at his possessive words, my inner omega purring at being claimed by both alphas. Elijah’s fingers ghosted across my cheek. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, a contrast to Jack’s commanding presence. I leaned into the caress, craving more of that tender exploration.

“Tell him,” Jack demanded, thrusting his cock deep inside me, “how perfect he is.”

“You’re doing amazing,” Elijah said. “So beautiful, so perfect.”

A tremor raced through me at his praise, my scent blooming sweet and rich with pleasure. His words made me feel cherished, wanted, desired.

The stretch and burn of Jack’s possession pushed me higher, driving me to the brink despite my body's exhaustion. His cock filled me, his hips pumping relentlessly. My third release of the night crashed over me, dragging ragged cries from my throat. Jack’s teeth sank into my shoulder as he found his own release, his cock pulsing inside me.

His fingers dug into my hips as he knotted me just as his brother had. Waves of pleasure rippled through my oversensitive flesh as Jack’s cock continued to pulse inside me. The weight of his body pressed me into the mattress, grounding me as aftershocks made my muscles quiver and clench around his knot. His touch turned feather-light, fingers tracing patterns across my sweat-slicked skin. His lips brushed my neck, my shoulder, each kiss a wordless apology for the marks he’d left there—such a contrast to his usual confident swagger.

Elijah’s warmth enveloped both Jack and me as he wrapped his strong arms around us. His scent—sandalwood, citrus, and honey—mingled with Jack’s cedar and bergamot, while my own vanilla and cocoa wove through them both. The mix created a heady cocktail that made my head spin with contentment and belonging.

In that moment, I knew I was truly theirs, and they were mine.

Morning light filtered through the threadbare curtains, rousing me from a deep sleep. The bed beside me was empty, but still warm. Voices drifted up from the shop below, along with the tantalizing aroma of fresh coffee and... was that bacon?

I dressed quickly, wincing slightly at the pleasant soreness in my muscles. Heat crept up my neck as memories of last night flooded back. As I descended the stairs, the sight that greeted me warmed my heart more than any stove ever could.

Jack and Elijah bustled around the shop, laying out a feast on my battered workbench. Fresh bread, eggs, bacon, and a steaming pot of coffee. My stomach growled appreciatively.

“Ah, sleeping beauty awakens,” Jack teased, pressing a mug of coffee into my hands.

Elijah’s smile was softer, but no less warm. A pink flush stained his cheeks as our eyes met. “We thought you could use a good breakfast.”

I ducked my head, unable to stop my own blush or the sudden moisture that filled my eyes. I blinked back tears. “You didn’t have to do all this.”