"Intense?" Aidan suggests, holding perfectly still. "Want me to stop?"
"No," I say immediately, surprising myself with the vehemence. "No, don't stop. Just give me a second."
He waits, patient as always, until I nod for him to continue. He works that single finger in slowly, carefully, and I'm struck by how gentle he's being. This is the same guy who nearly beat someone to death for me earlier tonight, and now he's treating me like I'm made of glass.
"I can take more," I tell him, starting to move inside Lexie again. The dual sensation is incredible, the tightness of her around my cock, the strange fullness of Aidan's finger inside me.
He adds a second finger, and this time the stretch burns a little. But it's a good burn, the kind that promises better things to come. He scissors his fingers, opening me up, and when he brushes against a spot inside me, I nearly come on the spot.
"Fuck," I gasp, my hips jerking erratically. "What was that?"
"That," Aidan says with satisfaction, "was your prostate. And that's just with fingers. Wait until you feel it with a cock."
The mental image, Aidan behind me and inside me while I'm inside Lexie, makes my head spin. Is that what's about to happen? Am I really going to let my packmate fuck me while I fuck our girlfriend?
"Yes," Lexie says, and I realize I must have said that out loud. "Yes, Darren. Want to see it. Want to feel it."
"Add another," I tell Aidan, decision made. If we're doing this, we're doing it right.
The third finger is almost too much, the stretch bordering on painful. But Aidan's careful, working me open with patience I didn't know he possessed. By the time he's got three fingers sliding in and out easily, I'm a panting mess, barely able to maintain any kind of rhythm with Lexie.
"I think you're ready," he says, and there's a question in it.
Am I ready? Am I ready to cross this line, to fully embrace what being an omega means? To let one of my alphas claim me while I claim our beta?
"Yeah," I say, surprised by how sure I sound. "Yeah, I'm ready."
Aidan pulls his fingers out slowly, and the emptiness is almost painful. I hear the sound of his jeans unzipping, then feel the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance. He's big, bigger than his fingers prepared me for, and for a moment I wonder if this is a mistake.
"Breathe," Jax coaches from beside us. "Relax and breathe. Let him in."
I follow his advice, forcing my muscles to relax as Aidan pushes forward. The stretch is intense, burning in a way that walks the line between pleasure and pain. But he's patient, working in inch by inch, until finally I feel his hips pressed against my ass. Everything but his knot is inside me, but it's gonna take a hell of a lot more prep before I can handle that.
"Fuck," I breathe, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled. "That's... fuck."
"You're doing so good, Darren," Lexie says, reaching back to touch my face. "Relax for us."
Us. Not just her, not just Aidan, but all of us together. The thought burns me up, competing with the heat that's been driving me crazy all night.
"Move," I tell Aidan. "Please. Need you to move."
He starts slow, pulling out halfway before sliding back in. The drag of his cock against my inner walls is unlike anything I've ever felt, lighting up places I didn't know I had. When he angles just right, hitting that spot he found with his fingers, I fucking scream.
"There," I gasp. "Right fucking there."
He adjusts his angle, making sure to hit that spot with every thrust. The pleasure is almost too much, building on top of the sensation of being inside Lexie. I'm pressed between them, filled and filling, and it's perfect. This is what my body's been craving, what the heat has been driving me toward.
"Harder," I demand, pushing back to meet Aidan's thrusts. "Fuck me harder."
He complies immediately, his hips snapping forward with more force. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mixing with our moans and gasps. I can barely think, can barely breathe, can only feel as the sensation builds and builds.
"I'm close," Lexie gasps beneath me. "So close. Touch me, someone touch me."
Jax moves immediately, his hand sliding beneath her to find her clit. The effect is immediate and she clenches around me, crying out as her orgasm hits. The rhythmic squeeze of her inner walls is too much, pushing me over the edge.
"Fuck, I'm coming," I warn, though it's probably unnecessary given how my rhythm has gone to shit.
"Me too," Aidan pants behind me, his thrusts becoming erratic. I can feel his knot bumping against my hole with each thrust, but he doesn't try to force it in and as keyed up andturned on as I am, I'm not ready for that. Not yet. "Fuck, Darren, you feel so good."
