One year later…

Ecker

I brush a light kiss on Everett’s forehead before setting him down in his crib. His soft and smooth breaths as he dozes, blissfully milk drunk, are so precious. I could spend hours just watching his chest gently rising and falling and the little pout to his lips.

Titus sets down her empty bottle before putting Ella, also fast asleep, into her crib. I walk next to him and sling my arm around his shoulder as we both stare down at our babies. 

Before they were born, I wondered when–if ever–we’d be able to tell whose swimmers won the race. God knows we all had equal opportunity.

Well, there’s no doubt for our son. He’s already a little bruiser and the spitting image of Titus at his age. While both born with blue eyes, Everett's have turned a stormy grey like Ti’s too. Being fraternal, there’s a chance there’s a different winner for Ella. Her soft, wispy hair is bright blonde like Sinclair’s or mine when I was young. But the more her hair comes in, the curlier it gets. Growing up, after playing outside in the sun all summer, Bishop’s hair would get super light streaks. Genes are wild though, so who really knows.  

It certainly doesn’t matter save curiosity sake. Our pack is a family and they are our children.

“You think they’ve made it to the bed yet?” Titus asks quietly, shooting me a small smirk.

“Fuck, I hope not,” I whisper back.

Bishop and Sinclair were in the jacuzzi when we started getting the twins ready for bed. Everett hadn’t gotten through half his bottle before we started feeling the soft tug of Sin’s heat through the bond.

We share a look of agreement and head out, my heart already beating faster.

“Oh, Bishhh,” Sinclair’s keening moan greets us as soon as we open the door to our bedroom. My stomach swoops with hungry desire. 

“Fuck… god–” she sputters and her arousal lights up in my veins.

I’m ripping my shirt over my head and stepping out of my pants like my clothes are on fire as I walk across the room. Titus on the other hand stalks calmly and confidently to the attached bathroom. He only undoes the button on his jeans when he crosses the threshold and sees Sinclair propped up on the edge of the built-in tub with Bishop’shead between her legs. The bath itself is huge, made by a company that specializes in tubs for packs. 

Her hooded, golden eyes slide to us and she smiles, biting her lip. 

“Hey baby girl, you enjoying Bishop’s wicked mouth?” I step up to the jacuzzi, lightly stroking my cock. “You feel like sharing?”

She mewls and nods in reply, so I say to Bishop, “How about you let Ti finish taking care of our omega, while you take care of me?”

Bishop lifts his head and gives me a heated stare while tonguing his molar. As soon as he’s no longer between her legs, Titus spins Sinclair around to face him. Her fingers rush to finish undoing his pants. 

“You want daddy’s cock, baby?” He asks, voice husky with rut, while Bishop glides through the water to me.

My attention goes to him as he looks up at me, water sluicing down his strong shoulders above the surface. His hazel eyes are rimmed in gold. They lock with mine as he slowly licks the crown of my dick. My hands rove to the top of his hair, on either side of his bun.

I urge his head toward me. “I wanna feel the back of your throat, brother.”

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Sinclair

Bishop answers Ecker’s request at the same time I finally get my hands on Titus’s perfect thick cock. I circle him with both hands and stroke the hard, silken length as I watch Bishop take Ecker into his mouth and down his throat with a pleased moan. 

The sound makes Ecker tip his head back and clench his fists. “Fuck B…” he groans gruffly.

“You want me to take your mouth like that, Omega?” Titus asks with a flirty lift of his brow. “Or do you want me to pound that tight little pussy until I finish what Bishop started and have you coming all over my cock?”

“Yes,” I practically shiver at his filthy words. I lean back on one hand and drag the head of his cock over my already sensitized clit with the other.

“Yes?” He chuckles darkly. “To which one?” I try to pull him closer, needy for him to fill me, but he doesn’t let me. “Use your words, Omega.”

Words seem impossible when my body feels on fire, mind crazed with lust.

“Pussy.” I barely manage to get out, but he doesn’t give in, only gives me a look that says you can do better than that.

“My pussy–please fuck my pussy, Daddy.” Now that I’ve started I can’t stop, delirious pleas spilling from me. “I need your cock, please fuck me, please. I want you to wreck my pussy and fill me with cum.

Satisfied, he wets his bottom lip with a smirk and says in a husky purr, “That’s my girl.”

Then he wraps his arms around my thighs and slams inside of me. 

“God!” I cry. “Oh fuck, yes,” I mewl as he thrusts in and out. 

I look over at Bishop and Ecker and realize Bishop is stroking himself under the water. The sight of them together is something I will never get over. They’re just so beautiful.

Ecker’s just close enough to reach over and rub my clit making my legs shake. “Such a good little slut,” he praises, one hand still knitted in Bishop’s hair.

Breathing becomes harder and harder the higher they take me, but I still manage to ask, “How does his mouth feel?” 

“So fucking good, and when he swallows around my tip…” I catch a mischievous smile in Bishop’s eyes and watch his throat bob.

“Fuhck…” Ecker curses.

Being able to feel all my mates’ pleasure consumes me. Flames lick at my skin, sparks run up my spine, and Titus’s cock in combination with Ecker’s fingers have me feeling like I’ll burst into a million pieces any second.

“That’s it, Sin,” Titus says through gritted teeth, “just give in.”

I suck in a deep breath as I sink into every ecstatic sensation. When I exhale, I throw myself over the edge, shattering. “Oh, god!”

A coarse rumbling sound is torn from Titus’s chest as I come and Ecker groans, “Milk his cock, baby girl–Fuck, B, I’m gonna come.”

“Fuuckk…” Titus growls as he fucks me with one last hard thrust and spills deep inside me.

Ecker pulls out and Bishop shudders, the tendons in his neck flexing as he beats his fist. Titus’s knot swells inside me as I turn to Bishop.

“Give it to me, Alpha.” I open my mouth and stick out my tongue.

Bishop stands in the tub and gets to me just in time. His hot cum shoots out and pools on my tongue. He drops back into the water with a sated sigh.

“God damn, what a perfect, filthy mate,” Titus grumbles and grabs my chin, stealing my mouth and Bishop’s cum with a hungry kiss that makes my head rush as his knot locks. 

He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, I can't get close enough. I still feel like I’m spinning, high even, when there’s the crackle of the baby monitor on the bathroom counter.

We all laugh at the timing. Ecker looks at me in Titus’s arms and Bishop, still soaking wet in the tub. 

He chuckles with a smile. “I guess this one’s mine.”