Manix

“Another boy,” he cooed, and I smiled down at the pale, scrunched little face. I was mesmerized as another baby appeared in my arms. One more to Naja. Five. Five beautiful boy cubs. A perfect blend of us all.

“Sev,” Gatlin said sharply, and Seven looked to our Alpha. The panic in Gatlin’s voice had me defying his earlier request not to look. But the splayed open wound of my stomach was nothing compared to the tiny little unmoving baby in his hands. “This one goes to Doc. Now, Beta!”

Seven didn’t hesitate. My eyes couldn’t track him as he left the room.

“Alpha?” I said in a broken voice.

He gave me a tight smile that was probably supposed to be reassuring, but just made me panic more. “The boys were protecting their sister, apparently. Doc has her, Rai. She’ll be okay.”

Panic rose up in my chest, making it hard to breathe. We were all silent as our ears strained to hear what was going on in the other room. I could hear Doc muttering to the baby, sounding like he was checking off a list but also like he was talking to the baby.

Finally, the tiniest cry sounded, and I huffed out a breath of relief that was closely followed by tears. Seven and Doc reappeared in the room, Seven holding the baby which was good because as relieved as I was that Doc had been here, he was still a stranger in my Pack house to my Beast.

Seven dropped to his knees beside us. “Our baby girl.”

I reached up and touched her tiny head, not even half the size of my palm. She blinked an eye open, looked at me, and then closed it again.

I’d done it. I felt like I’d been through a blender, but I’d done it.

I looked around at my Pack. No, we’d done it. I closed my eyes and let exhaustion wash me away into oblivion.

Finally, Finlo released me, lapping at the wound on my neck as his hands stroked up and down my side. “Love you, Naja,” he whispered beside my cheek.

I was like a limp doll as he rolled onto his back, his body still locked with mine, and I rested against his chest, listening to the steady pounding of his heart beneath the slow vibration of his chest.

I turned my face and bit him too, glorying in the small hiss of pain which turned into a moan. “Mine,” I murmured as blood filled my mouth, and he thrummed harder.

“Always yours, Princess.”

Seven’s face was suddenly in my vision as he leaned in to kiss me tenderly, not even worrying about the taste of Finlo’s blood on my lips. “Love you, mate.”

I mouthed, “Love you,” because I wasn’t sure I could actually get my vocal chords to cooperate right now. Seven lay down beside Finlo, curling his body close to both of ours.

Ellar was there then, kissing my cheek. “Mate,” he whispered reverently before lying down beside Seven, his cheek pressed against his spine. Raiden kissed my hair, curling up on the other side, no words needed. I knew how he felt—he showed me so often—and I hoped he knew how I felt about him. If he didn’t, I’d gladly spend decades showing him.

Finally, a big, warm hand stroked down my spine. “Sleep, little mate. Soon you’ll have to wake up and do this all again.” There was a dark tease in his tone that made my body clench, and Finlo groaned.

“Cut it out, Gatlin, or her clenching pussy is going to inflate my knot again and we’ll be stuck here all day.” He looked down at me and grinned. “Not that I have any problem with that at all,” he purred with a wink.

I huffed a laugh. Hopefully I didn’t need reconstructive vaginal surgery after I was done.

Sleep slowly started to creep in as my exhausted body decided enough was enough. But curled up here, amongst these men, I knew that I was home.

The stretch, the slide, the pressure of his fingertips.

Minutes—or centuries—later, I was shaking and sweating, coming again, and Finlo groaned as my pussy milked his cock.

“Aw, Princess. God, you take my cock so good,” he grunted. “Are you going to take my knot just as good, Naja?” I nodded. Hell, I’d promise him just about anything as long as he continued to fuck me like this. He made a low growl in my ear and rolled me onto my back. “Get ready, baby. This might feel… different.”

He spread me wider, and I felt the slow swell of the base of his cock pressing at my entrance, making me squirm. As it got bigger and the pressure turned almost painful, he thrust into me hard, locking his cock inside me.

“Oh my fuck!” I shouted as he continued to expand inside me, and I clawed at his chest, trying to pull him closer and push him away at the same time.

“Easy baby,” he crooned, and suddenly there were hands on my torso, lips on my breasts and someone was kissing me. I knew Raiden’s taste, the feel of his lips. Finlo’s knot pressed into me harder and then it was throbbing against my G-spot and I was coming over and over.

I bit Raiden’s lip, and he groaned. “It feels like too much but not enough, doesn’t it?”

I nodded as Finlo started to move again—short sharp thrusts that just stimulated more than making him go any deeper. I didn’t think he could get deeper. I was full.

Finlo’s head was thrown back, and he was thrumming so hard that I could feel it through his cock. “Oh, fuck, Angel. I’m going to come. It’s… well, it’s a lot.”

That was all the warning I got before he was exploding inside me. And I mean, explode. I could feel the hot pulse of his seed as it released inside of me, and I sent up a godspeed to my IUD. I didn’t fucking care in that moment though because I felt amazing. Finlo lowered himself down, his lips on the curve of my neck. “Are you ready? Last chance to back out, Princess.”

“There’s no pressure to do this now. It can wait,” Gatlin rumbled from somewhere in the room, but I couldn’t see him from the bulk of Finlo against me.

“I want this. I’m ready.” I’d never been more sure that I wanted something, and honestly, their constant need for consent just soothed away the last of my anxiety. Since the moment I met them, these guys had prioritised what was best for me, making sure that I was safe, happy and satisfied. How could I not want to spend forever with them, ensuring the same?

I tensed as Finlo’s teeth pierced my skin, hissing in a breath as the pain combined with the pleasure of Finlo’s still pulsing knot. He held me tight, stopping me from tugging away instinctively to escape the sharp sting, but soon the sting turned to pleasure and I was coming around his cock yet again. Fuck. That had to be like my tenth orgasm, and my brain was starting to short-ci