“This what you wanted?” I murmured.

  “Fuck, yes,” he groaned, hips bucking up to rub his cock against my bare pussy.

  Marlowe had his hands on Denzel’s hips a second later, pinning them down. It brought his chest to my back, his cock pressing to the curve of my ass. This was the most skin-to-skin contact I’d had with the other omega, and I wished I could see him. Another time.

  “Don’t move,” Marlowe scolded. “We’re stopping if you move. Your body is one big bruise after that fall, and I’m not going to make it worse.”

  “You could never make it worse,” Denzel said.

  I glanced back over my shoulder to find Marlowe’s eyebrows lifted in incredulity. He looked about ready to stop what we were doing to tell Denzel off some more.

  Denzel pouted. “Fine. No moving.”

  “Good boy.”

  “Marlowe, please don’t ever call me that again,” Denzel groaned. “Quentin would never let me hear the fucking end of it.”

  The other omega grinned. “No promises.”

  I laughed, turning my head to give Marlowe what I expected to be a chaste kiss. He didn’t let me withdraw, his little moan into my mouth holding me close. When his cock slid against the crack of my ass, I gasped. His smooth skin against my other hole was foreign.

  “You can say no, obviously, but um...” Marlowe pulled back to pant out half of the question. His grinding between my ass cheeks asked the rest of it for him.

  “Yes,” I said. “Absolutely. Are you both going to fuck me at the same time?”

  Denzel groaned. His hands landed on my thighs and squeezed, and I could sense his frustration at not being able to do as much as he wanted.

  “We don’t have to do it like that,” Marlowe murmured.

  “No, I want you to. I want both of you inside me.”

  Marlowe reached for the side table, fumbling the drawer open and withdrawing a bottle of lube. “Slick might be enough,” he said, his cheeks flushed. “But just in case. I want you to be comfortable. Have you ever...”

  “Never.”

  “I’ll make it so good for you, kitten.”

  “I know you will.”

  “I hate this so fucking much,” Denzel grumbled. “We should do a different position. I want to watch.”

  “No,” Marlowe and I spoke simultaneously, then laughed.

  “This is like another level of punishment,” I commented. “Apologies aren’t enough. You need to have a little bit of discomfort, and this is it.”

  “And it won’t even be discomfort,” Marlowe added. “You’ll ride his cock while I prep your ass for mine.”

  My pussy gushed, very on board with that idea. The other omega moved us a moment later, positioning Denzel’s cock against my entrance as I bent over fully. My lips hovered over Denzel’s, but I didn’t kiss him. I wanted to watch his expression as I gave myself to him.

  An inch of him pushed inside me and we both groaned, his girth stretching me. I waited until he was squirming, his hips threatening to buck. Then I took him all the way until his knot pressed against my entrance, stopping before my pussy sucked it inside.

  “Fuck, Thorn,” he groaned.

  His hands slid from my thighs to my ass, spreading the cheeks and exposing me. I flushed, then yelped as a hot tongue brushed the pucker of my hole.

  “Marlowe!”

  He ignored me, kissing my hole like it was my mouth.

  “He loves rimming, both giving and receiving,” Denzel murmured in my ear, lifting his head up to get closer to me. It was too much movement for him. Stubborn man. “Sometimes he’ll do it for hours, lose himself in it a bit. That, or he’ll warm one of our cocks. Just hold it in his mouth. He gets this glazed look in his eyes, occasionally sucking on it until we decide it’s time to fuck him.”

  Part of me couldn’t understand the appeal of that.

  The second I got near one of their cocks, I wanted it in me. I didn’t want to wait or suck on it aimlessly until they decided I was ready to be fucked.

  Another part of me wanted to try it. It might be soothing, just having one task to half focus on until someone decided it was time to do something else.

  Though, for the time being Denzel wouldn’t be deciding anything. He could work his way up to having that kind of control over me.

  I cried out when Marlowe’s tongue was replaced by a cold, slick finger, coated in lube. It pressed inside me, the double penetration making Denzel’s cock feel tighter in my pussy.

  “Bounce back on the finger,” Marlowe suggested. “It’ll give you a sense for how it’ll be when I’m fucking you.”

  He barely had to ask. I rocked back and forth, drawing groans out of Denzel. His cock plunged so deep in me, even without the knot. I was halfway to an orgasm when the alpha’s hands grabbed my hips.

  “Please stop, I’m going to come,” he choked out.

  I glanced back over my shoulder at Marlowe. He smirked.

  Moving despite his insistence I stop, I reached down to touch myself too. By the time I was shivering and clenching down, Denzel had met the edge of his control and was pushed into an orgasm too.

  A steady stream of curses left his lips as he came, synchronizing with my moans. Marlowe’s tongue twirled around where we were joined, lapping up our release with a little whimper.

  At some point, one finger had become three in my ass. It was tight but made me desperate for more.

  “I can’t believe you didn’t wait until I told you that you were allowed to come,” Marlowe said loudly, rubbing it in.

  Denzel’s groan this time was one of frustration. “That’s not fucking fair. I told you two I was going to and you kept going.”

  “Guess you’ll have to work on your self control,” Marlowe chirped.

  “Sugar, no one on this planet has that much fucking self control.”

  He laughed and I covered my giggle with my hand.

  The lighthearted tone didn’t last long, because my alphas cock was still stuffing me full and Marlowe hadn’t come yet. I got the sense that was uncommon for him.

  Removing his fingers, he pressed his lube-covered cock against my hole and hauled me back against his chest. His lips pressed to where my neck met my shoulder, licking and sucking and leaving marks that would linger.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered.

  He pressed into me, Denzel’s hands holding my hips still. The pressure of two men inside me was almost too much, almost crossing the threshold from ‘intense’ to ‘painful,’ but it didn’t. It stayed at that point of breathlessness where I was desperate to have just a tiny bit more. A sliver of movement.

  Marlowe bucked and came inside me when he was in my ass all the way, groaning against my skin. His hands cupped my breasts and played with them as he came down from the orgasm, not needing to hold my hips in place when our mate was doing that.

  It was pretty much the only thing Denzel could do. He may be getting two orgasms after all, but his injuries kept him flat on the bed, watching both his omegas and barely able to reach us.

  “Is it good?” Marlowe panted.

  I gave a shaky nod. “Yes. Please.”

  He knew what I was asking for even with the vague plea. Drawing back, he plunged inside me again. It was slow going when I was this full, but every twitch made all three of us moan.

  Slow or not, I was gritting my teeth to hold back an orgasm when Denzel’s finger swirled around my clit.

  “You can come,” Marlowe said. “I’m so fucking close. I didn’t know this would be this good.”

  “Can I come?” Denzel grunted from beneath us. There was a bit of a pout in his tone, and I was enjoying this control over him so fucking much. It seemed to pain him to ask, almost.

  I let Marlowe decide.

  “Yes,” the omega agreed with a groan. “I want to watch our cum dripping out of both her holes.”

  My pussy fluttered at the nasty words coming from his mouth, and that was all it took. I cried out, one hand reaching back to pull Marlowe close while the other had a vice grip on Denzel’s wrist. The chain reaction was a series of loud moans from all of us, our releases drenching the bed beneath us.

  We’d barely made it to the aftershocks, panting, when the door to the bedroom opened and revealed Jubilee on the other side. He pushed up his glasses as he took in the scene, nose scrunching in disapproval.

  “Oh my. You are having sex. Didn’t the nurses tell you there was a risk of his broken rib puncturing his lung if he exerted himself too much?”

  SIXTY

  REESE

  I watched in amusement as Jubilee looked over Denzel, both omegas looking sheepish as they hovered beside the bed covered in his scent. For as much as Jubilee insisted he wasn’t a medical doctor, he acted as professional as one. When there was no obvious sign of a punctured lung, he sighed.

  “Don’t do it again, OK?” Jubilee said.

  He gave Thorn and Marlowe pointed looks.

  “For how long?” Denzel asked.

  “Healing time for a rib fracture is four to six weeks.”

  “Weeks?”

  “You can consider sex after two, but it would be against my recommendation.”

  Jubilee stated it matter of fact, pushing his glasses up his nose. Denzel groaned, but Marlowe snickered. “I guess this makes it easier for us to punish you,” the omega said.

  We’d woken up together this morning, his scent wrapping around me and his cock rubbing against my body. The intensity of the cotton candy had been because of me. His erection? Because of me. And I’d taken care of it for him too, before sending him back to the other room.

  I’d gotten up and quickly realized Jubilee and Quentin had snuck in during the night and collapsed to sleep in the nest. I wasn’t usually the kind to caretake — mainly because I hadn’t thought they wanted me to have that tangible of a presence in the pack, now that I’d thought about it — but I’d started breakfast.

  Quentin had subsequently finished breakfast after I’d somehow managed to set an English muffin on fire.

  He’d told me it was probably better I show my affection in different ways, and I’d had to agree. There were few things more terrifying in my mind than burning down our pack house the morning after Marlowe and I said our first ‘I love you’.

  “What kind of punishment are you talking about?” Jubilee asked cluelessly.

  Marlowe went on his toes to whisper in Jubilee’s ear, and he went bright red and let out a little squeak. There was a flash of fear. Orgasm denial might just top ‘burning the house down’ on my list of most terrifying things. That’s what I was assuming they were doing to Denzel, anyway.

  Denzel grumbled under his breath about unfair circumstances, waving me over with his hand. I pushed off from the wall, walking until I stood over him.

  “Challenge me for pack lead,” he ordered.

  I lifted an eyebrow. “Really? You realize that if I’m lead, I don’t have to listen to commands like that anymore, right?”

  “I’m not a fucking idiot.”

  I really hoped he’d been more of a gentleman with our omegas last night and this morning. He better have been more apologetic, too. Neither of them would have forgiven him — or fucked him — if he wasn’t, but I was doubting his ability to apologize properly. I was trying to be picky, but he owed me one of those too.

  “Neither am I. If you’re going to give me lead, only to try and continue to run the show, I’m not taking it. The pack bond is fractured enough because of you. I need some confirmation you’re not going to break it more,” I said.

  He deflated, his glare turning upwards to focus on the ceiling. The others read the room, fleeing to follow the scent of Quentin’s in-progress breakfast and leaving the two of us alone.

  “I’m going to listen,” he said.

  “Words from you mean absolutely nothing to me right now.”

  “From time to time, I might need you to be a bit laxer with me. An adjustment period,” he muttered, still staring at the ceiling. “But it’s probably good for me to get used to taking orders, and there’s no one better to take orders from than you.”

  My stance softened a bit. OK, this wasn’t the Denzel I was used to. The broken man who’d tried to foist pack lead off onto me in the middle of a crisis was still there, beneath the typical asshole exterior.

  “How lax?”

  “Mainly with the omegas. If you start saying they can go off on their own without an escort, I might get a little defiant. I know the eventual goal is for me to be comfortable with them living their own lives.” He hurried to add that part, gaze finally falling to me. “Right now, I can’t fucking do that. It’s going to take a lot of therapy to iron out that instinct.”

  It was less than I’d expected him to want from me. I nodded. “Thorn and Marlowe only go out with an escort. I won’t stop you from going with them everywhere they go. They might, but I don’t really control them.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, I should have figured that part out sooner.”

  “Should have,” I agreed. “Anything else?”

  “Nah. Order me around all you want and I’ll grin and bear it if it means our pack bond is going to strengthen again, and Thorn is going to be part of it.”

  My heart skipped a beat. “Wait. Why didn’t you ask her to join the pack?”

  His wry smile was tinged with regret. “I did. She said no, but she’s going to say yes to you.”

  Definitely wasn’t expecting that pressure.

  I almost voiced my doubt but swallowed it down. Denzel and I usually had a level of mutual respect, this whole Thorn situation notwithstanding, but we weren’t best friends by any means. My newfound connections with Marlowe and Thorn may have brought me closer to being in with the pack, but I wasn’t about to bare my soul to the asshole pack lead immediately.

  “Good,” I said instead. “You don’t deserve your mark on her yet.”

  He nodded, more accepting than I would have expected. “You going to challenge me for pack lead or not? The sooner she’s ours, the better and safer it is.”

  Usually, contesting pack lead was a big deal, so it felt wrong to do nothing. I widened my stance a bit in preparation.

  Without a word spoken, I reached out through the bond to make a claim for Denzel’s position.

  There was another reason I’d been hesitant to challenge him. If he’d fought back, I might have lost my grip on my aura. It had always been tentative from the few times I’d come close to going full rogue, most of them in the fight circuits.

  Even now I wavered for a second, hesitant to expand my aura to challenge him until I’d taken a shaky breath.

  Transferring this title would normally be heavily contested, but not this time. It was instant. Denzel put up no fight against me, and I was able to pull back my aura right away.

  And simple as that, I was pack lead.

  I didn’t feel any different, and nothing was different, really. Something had changed in the odd magic-science of the pack bond, though. Some of our fractures were already repairing themselves, and I felt the joy of the others downstairs a little stronger.

  Denzel’s tense body relaxed. For a man like him, I imagined it was a struggle not to rise to the challenge. He reached out his right hand for me, and I shook it. The interaction was overly formal, but I took it as a sign of respect from him.

  “Make sure someone brings me some of whatever Quentin is making,” he grunted. “I could eat an entire pig right now.”

  “Our bacon isn’t made of pig,” I said with a chuckle. “It’s vegetarian.”

  “I work very hard to pretend it isn’t.”

  “Doesn’t taste the same, though.”

  Wistfully, he let his head fall back against the pillows. “Really fucking doesn’t.”

  I left him alone in the spare room, heading down to eat breakfast with the others.

  My knees were bouncing almost as much as Jubilee’s, with how nervous I was. A pack bond wasn’t something to enter into lightly. They were for life.

  Denzel had said she would agree if I offered it, but I wasn’t sure I’d repented enough for my part in deceiving her. I needed another few months or years before I would feel I’d given her the apologies she deserved.

  The pack was sitting in the living room, sans Denzel who was shoving his face with a plate of fake bacon upstairs. We were all done eating, Quentin rinsing the plates in the kitchen sink, and there would never be a better time.

  Would there?

  I should give her flowers and light some candles, at least.

  Her ass coming down to sit on my knee shook me out of my wandering thoughts. The scent of blackberries and orange wrapped around me, combined with hints of all the pack scents. It made me feel like I belonged here. With her.

  “Are you planning on offering to bond me or is it only Denzel who wanted to?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

  I stared blankly at her for a few beats too long. Her smile turning into a slight frown shook me.

  “Fuck, precious, of course I want to offer it to you,” I mumbled. “I just wanted to get you flowers first.”

  “What are flowers going to do?” she asked.

  That smile was back, a big grin now.

  “I don’t know, look pretty? It felt like an appropriate romantic gesture, OK? I didn’t think you’d want me to just offer the bond while we’re in the living room with an episode of Omega Cook-Off playing on low in the background.”

  Quentin snorted from the kitchen and Jubilee hid his smile behind his hand. Marlowe was staring at me, making gestures that I assumed were trying to urge me on.

  Apparently, I was the only one who cared about a little bit of romance in this instance.

  “The romance is sweet, but the idea of waiting for a flower delivery is unappealing right now. I want that bond mark on my neck before I leave this house, and I plan on going to see the other omegas from the Centre today.”

  While the idea of her leaving without a mark didn’t seem like a good idea to me either, for a multitude of reasons, I took a moment to lament my lost chance for a romantic proposal.

  “Would you like me to bond you and bring you into the pack, precious?” I asked.

 

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