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Leah reaches for Gabriel, her hand shooting out to circle his wrist.
"She needs you, brother. Give her what she wants," Ronan rasps.
Gabriel settles on his side beside me, positioning himself. His cock comes to rest near her lips. She whimpers as her lips close around his length and she starts to suck. Gabriel traces the curve of her cheek. Gabriel’s voice is low, sweet and steady, threading through the heat with praise. "You’re doing so well, Leah. So good for us, Sweetheart. Such a good Omega. Good. Omega."
A shiver runs through all of us, the nest pulsing with the relief of giving our Omega everything she craves. Ronan and I keep moving in her as Gabriel eases in and out of her mouth, the rhythm building, Leah at the center, taking and giving, unashamed, adored.
It’s worship. It’s chaos. It’s everything we are.
A keen bursts from her throat and her walls ripple around me. I nudge my knot at her slick entrance, hips rolling as I push it in and lock us together. She breaks, her climax crashing through her, a scream muffled around Gabriel’s cock as he feeds her his cum when he releases into her mouth. Her walls spasm around me, obliterating me. My balls throb and my cock pulses and I flood her with my release.
Ronan falters, his hips slamming flush to her ass as his own orgasm takes him. His face twists in exquisite agony as his cock jerks, filling her back passage with his release. My knot is a tight seal in her perfect body. She twitches as aftershocks rock through us all. There’s nothing in the world but Leah, and the way we make her shatter and come back together, again and again, safe in her nest and our arms.
Knowing I’ve made her truly cherished creates the most profound connection I’ve ever experienced. I’m humbled that this beautiful, resilient Omega who has endured so much still opens herself to our love and worship. She is nothing short of a miracle.
Gabriel eases from her lips to curl over her, dragging his nose through the sweat-slick side of Leah’s neck. "Do you smell that, brothers?" He breathes the words like a prayer, like he’s afraid to believe it. "There’s nothing else but her scent. It’s all Leah. No chemical taint. It’s…it’sgone."
Chapter Forty-One
Leah
Iwake in my nest, blinking against the low light and sterile white walls. All around me are the bodies of my Alphas, sprawled and tangled in the fortress of blankets and pillows I remember building before the heat haze swept me away.
Our combined essences hang thick in the air, salty skin, crisp citrus, crisp and resinous pine, and warm smoked musk, all woven through with my rose petals in perfect harmony. It coats my lungs and sinks into my bones until I can’t tell where I end and they begin. My body hums with recognition, safety and belonging settling deep into mymarrow.
Our scents have developed, merged, spiraled together in ways I’ve never felt before, richer and more complex. The horrible chemical taint that always hovered beneath my skin isgone. In its absence, new notes bloom from me, a deeper, duskier note.
I catalogue my body. Even though I’ve just woken, I’m tired and weary. My muscles are sore, probably due to the fact we’ve fucked for days. I’m tender between my legs, but I’m intact. There are no bruises on my body I can see and—also no bonding bites.
They listened.
A strange ache flickers through me and I don’t know if it’s disappointment or gratitude. Maybe both. I close my eyes, exhale around the ache and let it go. Yet emotions remain. New, blooming things that fill my chest with warmth whenever I think of these males. Parts of me have grown into want, into an urge that has taken root in my heart and refuses to let go.
It’s terrifying, but not in the old way. Now, everything is soft at the edges, shaped like hope.
Images flicker through my mind between waves of heat haze: Gabriel holding me tight against his chest, Jax’s soft lips brushing my shoulder, Ronan’s purr as warm and heavy as the nest materials surrounding us.
All the fear I’d carried, the old sick terror of what Alphas can take in my heat is absent. Nothing more than a nightmare that can’t survive daylight. I’m not scared. Not of their hands or their hunger or my own feelings for them. And I…I don’t want to live without them.
I don’t even want to try.
Maybe being scent-matched isn’t a curse. Maybe it’s the thing that brings me back to myself.
Ronan stirs, rumbling a wordless sound, and then his eyes crack open to lock on me. His smile is crooked and slow, creasing into the scruff shadowing his jaw. Sleep-mussed hair falls over his brow. He’sdevastating. Broad shoulders, bruised lips, stubble catching the dawn. He reaches for me, sliding a lock of my sweat heavy hair over my shoulder. "Omega. Your heat has broken."
On his other side, Gabriel rolls onto his back with a ragged sigh, one arm slung over his eyes. He’s all long lines and tousled hair, lean muscle and lazy heat. Jax blinks awake on my other side. His large hand splays possessively over the curve of my hip, his mouth twitching up at the corner in a sleepy, wicked grin. He looks edible. Wild. Loved. "Doesn’t mean we’ll worship our Omega any less."
The words land right between my thighs, a flush of want blooming so fast and fierce it steals my breath. Gods, I want him. All of them.
And the wanting doesn’t terrify me.
Gabriel rises on his elbow and looks down at me over Ronan’s shoulder, flashing a wicked half-grin. "Morning, Sweetheart. I’m happy to help. Just give me a moment to warm Mister Happy up."
"Mister…Happy?" A giggle spills out of me, shaking loose from somewhere deep. A flash of pleased surprise passes over Gabriel face.
Ronan cocks a brow, his lips softening with an indulgent, melting sort of fondness.
Heat rises over my cheeks. "Why are you all looking at me like that?"
