The tattoo already looks less angry, the redness fading. "Perfect," I breathe. "Now fuck me. Both of you."
They exchange a knowing look, then Archer's lying back in the nest, pulling me on top of him. His cock slides against my entrance, teasing, not quite pushing in.
"You sure about this?" he asks one more time, hands on my hips, holding me steady.
"If you don't get inside me right now, I'm going to?—"
He pulls me down, sheathing himself in one smooth thrust, and whatever threat I was about to make dissolves into a moan. He's perfect inside me, filling me just right, and when he starts to move, slow and deep, I forget how to form words.
My hips start bucking on their own and I ride him like it's a fucking rodeo.
"That's it," Elias says behind me, his hands on my back, gently pushing me forward until I'm lying on Archer's chest. "Just relax."
I feel him position himself at my backside, already slick with my arousal that's dripped down. The first press of his cock makes me tense, but Archer's kissing me, murmuring praise against my lips, and I force myself to relax.
"Good girl," Elias breathes as he pushes in slowly, so slowly, letting me adjust to the stretch. "You're doing so well."
It's intense. Fuller than I've ever been, with both of them inside me, separated by such a thin barrier that they must be able to feel each other. The thought makes me clench around them, drawing groans from both alphas.
"Fuck," Archer gasps. "You feel—you're so tight?—"
They start to move, finding a rhythm that has one pushing in as the other pulls out, a constant wave of sensation that makes me forget my own name. I'm vaguely aware of the others watching, of Carlisle's hungry gaze and Bane's intense focus, but mostly I'm lost in the feeling of being completely, utterly filled.
That's when I see it.
Felix has moved closer to Bane, and his hand wraps around Bane's massive cock.
Bane freezes, like he doesn't quite believe what's happening, but when he looks over, Felix's lips crush against his.
The sight makes my brain short-circuit.
"Holy shit," I breathe, and I'm coming before I even realize it's happening, my whole body seizing as the most intense orgasm of my life rips through me.
Felix's eyes light up with amusement and curiosity as he breaks the kiss and looks over at me. "You like that?" he asks, his voice throaty.
Bane's eyes are glazed like he still can't believe what's happening, and the sight of me coming makes him thrust deeper into Felix's grasp.
I can't even get enough breath to reply, but I think my breathless moans as I ride out the waves of my orgasm are enough of a response.
That's when I feel it—Elias's knot swelling first, locking inside me with a stretch that borders on too much but never quite crosses the line. Then Archer's following, expanding until we're completely connected, unable to separate even if we wanted to.
"Now," Archer says, his voice rough with need. "We mark you now."
"Yes!" I cry, the room filling with the sounds of my desperation, and Bane's labored breath as Felix continues stroking him, and now his own freed cock with his other hand, as they watch their packmates claim me.
They both lean in, positioning themselves on either side of Felix's mark, and when their teeth sink into my skin?—
The world explodes.
It's not just the physical sensation, though that's intense enough to make me scream. It's the feeling of bonds snapping into place, of connection forming at a cellular level, of becoming theirs the way my heart's already decided I am.
Their marks interlock with Felix's tattoo, creating a pattern that identifies us as pack. Not just claimed, but claimed together, a unit that can't be separated.
"I love you," Archer gasps against my shoulder, licking at the fresh mark. "Fuck, Juniper, I love you so much."
"More than words can say," Elias echoes, his mark on the other side still bleeding slightly. "Our perfect omega. Our mate."
"Love you too," I sob, because I do. I love them with every broken, sharp-edged piece of me. "Both of you. All of you."
