"Yeah," Jax agrees, sounding just as wrecked. His knot pulses inside me, and I clench reflexively, drawing another groan from him.
Dmitri presses kisses to my shoulder, my neck, anywhere he can reach. “Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Taking us so well.”
I turn my head to check on Darren, and the sight steals what's left of my breath. He's on his hands and knees, Aidan buried inside him, both their faces slack with pleasure. The marks on Darren's neck are fresh, two sets of teeth marks that will scar beautifully.
Our eyes meet, and he reaches for me again. I take his hand, squeezing tight as Aidan's knot locks inside him. We're both claimed now, both marked. The first of our pack bonds singing between us.
“You okay?” I ask him, panting.
"Flying," he admits with a breathless laugh. "You?"
"Same." I shift slightly, making the knots tug inside me. "Though I might need a nap before round two."
"Lightweight," Zayn teases from where he's watching, still lazily stroking himself, but there's fondness in it.
We stay locked together for a while, Jax's knot keeping us joined while the marks on my neck throb with a pleasant ache. Darren and I don't let go of each other's hands, even as Zayn takes his turn to knot and mark Darren once Aidan's knot goes down.
Zayn's marks stand out beautifully on the other side of Darren's throat already, and I come again just from watching, two knots still buried deep inside me.
When the knots finally soften enough to separate, we rearrange ourselves in the pit. I curl against Darren's side, comparing marks. His are already starting to heal, the accelerated healing of an omega kicking in. Mine will take longer, but I don't mind. I want to see them in the mirror, want to trace them with my fingers and remember this moment forever.
"Ready for round two?" Aidan asks eventually, his green eyes bright with anticipation.
"Give a girl a minute to recover," I huff playfully, but I'm already feeling the heat building again. Not omega heat, but something else. Pack bonds demanding to be completed, maybe. Or just good old-fashioned desire for the two alphas who haven't claimed me yet.
"Take all the time you need," Zayn assures me, but his dark eyes tell a different story. He wants this as badly as I do.
We rest for a while, the six of us tangled together in a pile of satisfied limbs. Hands wander lazily, not quite arousing but not entirely innocent either. The marks on my neck throb in time with my heartbeat, a constant reminder of what we've done, what we're still doing.
"Okay," I say finally, sitting up. "I'm ready."
"Thank fuck," Zayn mutters, already moving. "Thought my dick was going to fall off from waiting."
"Such a romantic," I tease, but I'm already reaching for him.
This time is different. Where Jax and Dmitri were controlled, careful, Zayn and Aidan are enthusiasm personified. They handle me like I'm precious but not fragile, their touches reverent but demanding.
"How do you want us?" Aidan asks, pressing kisses along my collarbone.
I consider for a moment, then grin. "I want to ride Zayn while you take me from behind."
"Fuck," Zayn breathes. "You're going to kill me."
"What a way to go," Aidan counters as I straddle the winger.
Zayn slides into my pussy easily, my body still wet and ready from before. The angle is perfect, hitting spots that make me gasp. Aidan takes his time preparing my ass, making sure I'm ready for him despite Dmitri's earlier attention.
"Still good?" he checks as he lines himself up.
"Very good," I assure him. "Now stop being so thoughtful and fuck me."
He laughs, the sound bright and joyful, then pushes in with one smooth thrust.
The sensation of being filled again, but from a different angle, with different rhythms, is incredible. Where Jax and Dmitri moved in perfect sync, Zayn and Aidan create a push-pull that has me gasping. One thrusts in as the other pulls out, keeping me constantly stimulated, constantly on edge.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Zayn groans, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bite. "Good girl, sharing both your holes with your alphas."
Oh, fuck.
