We come almost simultaneously, my release triggering his or maybe the other way around. I empty myself into Lexie while Aidan fills me, and the combined sensation is so intense I might black out for a second.
When I come back to myself, we're a tangle of sweaty limbs on the bed. Aidan's pulled out carefully, leaving me sore yet aching for more, and Lexie's shifted so she's curled against my side. The heat is still there, simmering under my skin, but it's manageable for the moment.
"How was that?" Aidan asks, and there's genuine concern in his voice.
"Fucking incredible," I admit, still trying to catch my breath. "I can't believe I waited this long to try it."
"Well, you were kind of in denial about the whole omega thing," Lexie points out, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
"Fair point," I concede. The afterglow is making me loose-limbed and honest. "But fuck, if I'd known it felt like that..."
"We've got all the time in the world to make up for it," Jax says, and when I look at him, there's heat in those gray eyes that makes my spent cock twitch with interest. "And you're still going to need a knot to get you through this heat."
"Now?" I ask, not sure if I'm ready for another round yet.
"Whenever you're ready," he assures me. "No rush. We've got days."
Days. Right. This heat is going to last days, and I've got four alphas and one incredible beta to help me through it. The thought should be overwhelming, but instead it's comforting.
We rest for a while, Lexie and Aidan curled around me like human blankets. Their scents mix with mine and the lingering smell of sex, creating something that makes my omega brain purr with satisfaction.
But eventually, the heat starts building again. It's subtle at first, just a warmth under my skin, but it quickly escalates to that burning need. I shift restlessly, and both Lexie and Aidan stir.
"Again?" Lexie asks, sounding adorably sleepy.
"Yeah," I admit. "Sorry, I know you're probably tired?—"
"Never too tired for you," she interrupts, stretching like a cat. "But maybe we should let someone else have a turn?"
Her eyes drift to Jax, who's been so patient, watching and waiting and letting Aidan go first. The captain's always been good at putting others before himself, but I can see the strain in his shoulders.
"Jax," I say, and his attention snaps to me immediately. "Your turn?"
"If you're sure," he says, but he's already moving, shedding his clothes with efficient movements.
Lexie and Aidan shift to give us space, curling up together to watch. There's something incredibly hot about that. My girlfriend and my packmate, still flushed from sex, settling in to watch me get fucked by our captain.
"How do you want me?" I ask, feeling suddenly shy. Which is ridiculous, considering what just happened, but Jax has always had that effect on me. He's the leader, the one we all look up to, and now he's about to be inside me.
"On your back," he says, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that makes my knees weak. "I want to see your face."
I comply immediately, rolling onto my back and spreading my legs. I'm still loose from Aidan, still slick with lube, but Jax checks anyway, sliding two fingers in to make sure I'm ready.
"Perfect," he murmurs, positioning himself between my thighs. "You're perfect, Darren."
The praise makes me flush, but before I can respond, he's pushing in. He's even bigger than Aidan, thicker, and as preppedas I am, the stretch is intense. But he's fully in control, every movement careful, everything I'd expect from our captain.
"Breathe," he reminds me, holding still once he's fully seated up to the knot. "Tell me when you're ready."
It takes a moment to adjust, to relax around the intrusion. But when I do, when my body accepts him, it's like something clicks into place. This is right. This is what I've been missing.
"Move," I tell him. "Please, Jax."
He starts slow, long, deep strokes that drag against every sensitive spot inside me. It's different from Aidan's enthusiastic pounding. It's more deliberate, more measured, but no less intense. Maybe more so, because I can see his face, can watch the pleasure and concentration war in his expression.
"You feel incredible," he tells me, adjusting his angle slightly. "So hot and tight. Perfect omega."
The designation should sting, but it doesn't. Not anymore. Not when it's said with such reverence, such appreciation. I am an omega, and that's not a weakness. Not when it lets me experience this, lets me connect with my pack in ways I never imagined.
