"How do you want this to go?" Jax asks, ever the strategist. Even in bed, he needs a game plan.
"I don't know," I admit. "I've never... with guys, I mean. I don't know how this works."
"Instinct," Aidan says softly, and when I look at him, there's understanding in those green eyes. "Just follow your instincts. They know what you need even if your brain doesn't."
Instinct. Right. My instincts are currently screaming at me to present, to bare my throat, to let these alphas claim me in every way possible. But there's one need that's stronger than all the others right now.
"I need to fuck Lexie," I say. "Need to be inside her while..." I trail off, but my meaning is clear.
"While we take care of you," Jax finishes, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that makes my omega brain want to roll over. "We can do that."
"But first," Aidan says, and then he's leaning in, his intention clear in his eyes. "Can I?"
He's asking to kiss me. This massive alpha who could probably bench press even me without breaking a sweat is asking permission to kiss me.
"Yeah," I breathe. "Yeah, you can."
His lips meet mine, and it's nothing like kissing Lexie. Where she's soft and yielding, Aidan is firm, demanding. His tongue sweeps into my mouth like he's trying to claim territory, and fuck if my omega instincts don't love it. I hear myself make a sound I've never made before, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and Aidan swallows it down like it's the best thing he's ever tasted.
"Holy shit," Lexie breathes, and when I break the kiss to look at her, her pupils are wide with arousal. "Fuck, that's hot."
"Yeah?" I ask, still trying to catch my breath.
"Very yeah," she confirms, shifting position so she's on her hands and knees. "In fact, if you don't get inside me in the next thirty seconds, I might combust."
I don't need to be told twice. The heat is riding me hard now, making everything feel urgent and necessary. I position myself behind her, taking a moment to appreciate the view. She's perfect like this, presented and ready, waiting for me to claim her.
"So fucking beautiful," I mutter, running my hands over her ass, down her thighs. She's already wet, and the sight of her pussy glistening for me makes my mouth water.
"Darren," she whines—like an omega’s whine, but huskier—pushing back against me. "Please."
I line myself up and push in slowly, savoring the way her body opens for me. She's tight and hot and perfect, and for a moment I just hold still, overwhelmed by sensation. This is what I needed, this connection, this claiming. But even as I bottom out inside her, I know I need them, too.
"Move," Lexie demands, clenching around me in a way that makes me see stars. "Fuck, Darren, please move."
I start slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The angle is perfect, hitting that spot inside her that makes her gasp and clench around me. But it's not just her reactions I'm aware of. I can feel Jax and Aidan watching, can smell their arousal mixing with mine and Lexie's in the air.
"Touch him," Lexie says suddenly, and it takes me a moment to realize she's talking to them. "He needs you to touch him."
Aidan moves first, his hand sliding down my back in a touch that's both soothing and electric. "Is this okay?" he asks, his palm resting at the small of my back.
"Yeah," I manage, still maintaining my rhythm inside Lexie. "More than okay."
His hand slides lower, over the curve of my ass, and I tense despite myself. This is new territory, literally and figuratively. I've never let anyone touch me there, never even considered it when I thought I was a beta. But now, with heat coursing through my system and Aidan's gentle exploration, it feels right. Necessary, even.
"Relax," he murmurs, his other hand joining the first to spread me slightly. "I'll go slow."
The first brush of his finger against my hole makes me jerk, driving deeper into Lexie who moans in response. It's foreign and strange and intensely intimate, but not unpleasant. Especially not when Aidan takes his time, circling gently, letting me get used to the sensation.
"How does it feel?" Lexie asks, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder.
"Weird," I admit, then gasp as Aidan presses slightly harder. "But good. Really fucking good."
"Just wait," Jax says, and I'd almost forgotten he was there, watching everything with those intense gray eyes. "It gets better."
Aidan must have lube somewhere because suddenly his finger is slick, sliding against me with less friction. When he presses in, just the tip of one finger, I have to stop moving inside Lexie because the sensation is so overwhelming.
"Fuck," I breathe, dropping my forehead to rest against Lexie's back. "That's..."
