My voice trailed away as they all moved as one. Lucien was between my legs, and I cried out the minute his cock grazed my entrance, my body sinking down as far as I could go.
“Fuck, I’ll never get used to this,” he rumbled. “You feel so fucking good. Take my knot, love, work yourself down. That’s it. Good girl.”
I craved that moment of praise. I craved the feel of him piercing me, something that seemed to happen so much easier in my overheated state. I craved the feel of Tobias’ lips against my neck, kissing the nape, then caressing my mating mark, right as he slicked lube across his cock. I craved the feel of Beau caressing my breasts, and my mouth opened for Max to slide his cock in. My throat convulsed around him, seeming to need everything so damn deep.
“That’s it. Doing well.” Tobias’ voice was a husky rasp, a lifeline to hold onto. “This might pinch a little, but then it’s good, all good.” The others began to move slowly, just teasing me, keeping me simmering as their brother breached my arse for the very first time.
It all made sense now, all of the prep and the play, because it all led to this. We weren’t individuals anymore but truly a pack, one that sought pleasure, gave pleasure, gave everything they had to the other person, coming together over and over, a rhythm starting now, one that replicated the beats of our hearts.
When I came, I experienced a kind of pleasure I’d never even imagined before this moment, my whole body sagging on the hook, unable to support a single muscle right now, because they slammed into me and kept on coming, breaking down every barrier until there was just this.
“Checkher hands for proper circulation and get some water.”
“I know.” Max’s voice was strong, confident. “This isn’t my first rodeo.”
“But it’s our first heat, with our mate.”
Somehow, Lucien had collected me up so I now lay against his chest, Max working to unbind my hands. Beau returned with a water bottle dripping condensation as Tobias tried to ease himself out of me.
“No!” I yelped.
“It’s OK. It’ll be a bit intense at first but—”
“No,” I said more firmly, not because Tobias was hurting me, but because I couldn’t bear that moment of pulling away.
“Drink up, love,” Beau said, cracking the lid and putting the bottle to my lips. “You won’t be empty for long, because I’ve been eyeing off that arse since the first moment you walked into the office.”
“Those damn tailored skirts…” Max groaned. “I’m doomed to walk around the office with a permanent boner, much to Joey’s amusement.”
“Drink your water,” Lucien told me. “It’s the only break you’re gonna get, because your heat makes us burn too, baby.”
I shifted against his chest, arching my back slightly so we could both feel the stretch from where his knot was locked down inside me.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Tobias yelped, the movement pushing him out, but Beau was right there, ready to take his place.
“Ready, love?”
I didn’t drink all of my water, but even bad omegas get just what they need too, because that’s what alphas do—they provide.
“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about this for so fucking long,” Beau said, groaning as he eased himself inside me.
“Goddammit, she’s squeezing my fucking knot dry,” Lucien rumbled. “Fuck Sage, fuck her hard. She needs it.”
I did, letting out little frantic cries over and over, until Beau finally slammed deep.
We wereinsane for two or three days. One of them would pull away, gathering water or reheating some soup that had been organised to be left in the fridge, at least one of the alphas trying to make sure we stayed hydrated. Bali had seemed like such a good idea in the Adelaide winter, but even with the air con blasting nonstop, we were covered in sweat. They worked as a team, bringing me to greater and greater heights over and over, until finally, it all broke. It felt like a haze had lifted, and my exhausted mates collected me up close, then snuggled me down into the bed for us to sleep for almost eighteen hours.
“So how often does this happen?” I asked them blearily.
“Every six months until you decide,” Max said, his hand coming around to settle on my stomach.
“Decide what?”
“To make us the happiest men in the fucking world and have our babies.”
Epilogue
“Have the lighting people taped all of their cables down?” I asked a wide-eyed Joey. “Max was adamant that they needed to do so with dark tape, and so was the manager of the convention centre. There’s the WHS stuff and—”