Pack Plus More

Melissa Huxley

Contents

1.  Nate

2.  Jeremy

3.  Daisy

4.  Devon

5.  Daisy

6.  Jeremy

7.  Daisy

8.  Nate

9.  Jeremy

10.  Jeremy

11.  Devon

12.  Daisy

13.  Daisy

14.  Daisy

Nate

December 23rd

Christmas.

In the past, I hadn’t particularly cared about the holiday. Sure, I would get my pack mates a gift and eat some dry turkey one of us would make, but there was no real cheer to the occasion.

It was an entirely different story once Daisy entered our pack. The adorable, heavily pregnant omega had flipped our world on its axis and now our home looked like a Christmas carnival every year, and I loved it.

Every hallway lined with garlands, and there was mistletoe everywhere—at the insistence of Jeremy, Devon, and myself. Any excuse to kiss our omega was a good idea in our books.

“There’re my girls,” I cooed as I rounded the corner into the kitchen.

On top of the decorations, every available surface in our house had some form of baby toys on them. The girls were a little over two years old now and were toddling around like little harbingers of adorable chaos. When she had first given birth, Daisy had insisted that all the toys would stay in the nursery. It was a cute idea, and she made it work to her benefit for a few weeks. But once the girls were mobile, there was no stopping the tidal wave of brightly coloured plastic toys from reaching every corner of the house.

It had taken a long time for Daisy to feel comfortable living here. She had done her best to keep it looking pristine and make her presence minimal. Having moved in when she was heavily pregnant, she didn’t have much time to adapt to the new space before the girls were born. Thankfully, with time, she had truly made the space her own, and it made my heart fit to burst to see.

Before Daisy, the house was too sterile—and that was coming from me. I wasn’t exactly nice when Daisy joined the family. I had been belligerent, resistant and overall, not very pleasant.

But the small, sassy red headed omega had slowly but surely broken down all my walls, and now I was the happiest family man in the entire country.

Daisy was sitting at the kitchen table next to Poppy and Petunia, feeding them apple slices. She was wearing leggings and one of Devon’s t-shirts, her mass of red curls piled on the top of her head.

She had taken to wearing it up more often, because Poppy had been temporarily obsessed with tugging on her mama’s curls, and it was easier for Daisy to avoid the pain and constant yanking.

“Your daughters aren’t eating their fruit, they just want cookies,” Daisy frowned, her eyes not leaving the girls.

Walking up behind her, I planted a kiss on the top of her head, smiling at my girls, who were waving apple slices in their chubby little fists.

“That’s because they’re going to be omegas like their mama,” I laughed.

“Dada! Apple!” Poppy cooed.

“Yes,” I nodded. “You should be eating apple, sweet girl.”

Daisy huffed. “It doesn’t help that there’s enough Christmas candy in the house to fill several supermarkets.”

“What can I say, we’re excited. It’s only two days away!”

Daisy shook her head with a small smile. “These girls are going to be so spoiled, aren’t they?” she asked, looking up at me. I took the opportunity to plant a quick kiss on her lips. She tasted like apples and cinnamon, which was her normal scent anyway. But it was enhanced by the fact that she was cutting and munching on the apple scraps that the girls weren’t eating.

“They are,” I agreed. “We can focus on making them eat their fruits and veggies when it isn’t Christmas time.”

Daisy snorted. “I’ll make sure I give you your children back the minute they start having zoomies at 3:00 AM.”

“That’s Devon’s job,” I said, resting my hands on Daisy’s shoulders, pulling her into me from behind.

A laugh escaped Daisy’s chest. “Oh no, you’re off from work Nathaniel. You can be back on nights with the rest of your pack mates!”

Her words trailed off, and we watched the girls in unison for a few moments, chewing on the end of their apple sticks, babbling in that adorable toddler language to each other.

“Just imagine having more of them,” I said wistfully.

We had made no secret out of the fact that we wanted more kids one day. Watching Daisy have children had been one of the most amazing experiences in my life. Technically, neither of the girls were biologically related to any of the alphas in the pack, but that didn’t change the fact that they were our daughters.

In fact, not long after they were born, we had managed to solidify the legal paperwork to adopt them. So they, and their beautiful mama, were ours.

A wistful sigh escaped Daisy as she watched the girls. “I know. It would be adorable,” she admitted.

“Just say the word when you’re ready,” I said, planting another kiss on top of her head.

If it were up to me or any of the males in the pack, we would have had Daisy pregnant months ago. As soon as Poppy and Petunia were born, our entire worldview shifted. Our lives had become about being dads. We wanted a whole pack of babies—but that wasn’t up to us. We would accept however many babies Daisy wanted to bless us with and in whatever time frame. After all, she was the one having to go through with the birth, and I knew that the early days of her pregnancy with the girls weren’t easy.

She had been completely on her own. Now that wouldn’t be happening again, but I understood that it gave her some pause.

“It’s tempting,” she admitted.

Part of me wanted to push, but I didn’t want my excitement and desperation to grow our family to pressure her, so I just lightly rubbed her shoulders.

“Do you want to come last minute Christmas shopping with me and Jeremy tonight? We need to grab the last few things for Christmas dinner, and I think Jeremy wants to get a few more toys.”

“More toys?” She asked, turning to give me an incredulous look.

“You know Jeremy,” I laughed.

I didn’t admit that I was probably the one who had gone the most overboard with the gift buying. Fortunately, we weren’t addressing the gifts as being from individual dads. They were just from the dads or from Santa.

So hopefully Daisy wouldn’t realize that I was a complete shopping addict and had spent probably the income of a small household on our daughters.

“If you don’t mind taking the girls with you, I can take the opportunity to wrap some Christmas gifts,” Daisy suggested.

Gift wrapping is definitely not my strong suit. The girls’ gifts had so many weird edges and shapes that wrapping them in paper was a gargantuan task for me. In the past, my solution would have been simply to put things in gift bags, but that didn’t feel quite as magical as it should for the girls. This Christmas was the first time they were really going to be able to rip into wrapping paper and I didn’t want them to miss out on that.

“That sounds like a plan.” I beamed down at her for a moment before turning to the girls. “Who wants to go out with Daddy?” I asked the girls excitedly.

The little chorus of “me!” made me grin.

I couldn’t even remember what my life was like before them.

Jeremy

December 23rd

“Why did you wait so long to get these?” Nate laughed as we made our way through the crowds.

“I didn’t!” I grumbled. “I ordered the gifts months ago, but do you know how hard it is to get them in that size?” I asked, my voice unsure.

I didn’t know if I was making the right call, and I hadn’t spoken to Daisy before ordering these particular gifts for the girls. We had come out solo, Devon had taken the girls, and Daisy was wrapping parcels. This close to the holiday, everywhere was so packed that bringing the girls felt impractical. They were small and easily overstimulated. We had taken them to meet Santa a few weeks ago, when things were a lot calmer. The pictures from that day were now displayed on our walls and I was even using them as my phone screensaver.

“I should have consulted Daisy, shouldn’t I?” I asked as we approached the counter. Christmas music thundered through the speakers, making it hard to hear anything other than the happy Christmas jingles that were impossible to escape.

“They’re going to be awesome,” Nate assured me. “If she wants to wait a bit longer we can just buy bigger ones down the line.”

The ice rink shop was packed out. Everyone was getting last minute Christmas gifts. Despite the last-minute nature of our own excursion, I had planned this gift a long time in advance. My daughters had tiny little feet, and so their skates needed to be custom made.

“Hey, are you Jeremy Monroe?” a voice said next to me. I looked down to see a child, probably no more than ten, gazing up at me.

Crap.

I had worn a baseball hat in an attempt to conceal my identity. Ice rink stores were not the best places for me to remain anonymous. Even though I was officially working into retirement, I was still recognizable.

Nate laughed. “You should have had those skates delivered.”

Ignoring my pack mate, I turned to the kid kneeling, so I was eye level with him, even though I felt claustrophobic with all the bodies around.

“I am,” I nodded, giving him a warm smile.

The child’s eyes lit up and he bounced happily on the spot. “I asked Santa for your jersey for Christmas!” he said, his words almost blurring together in his excitement.

His mother stood next to him with wide eyes, unsure what to make of the interaction.

“Why thank you,” I grinned at him. “What’s your name?”

“Georgie,” he said.

“Well Georgie, if Santa does indeed get you a jersey for Christmas, I’ll happily sign it for you.”

“Really?” he asked, eyes wide.

I nodded. “Of course. I’ll give your mom my information so we can work something out. How does that sound? Do you play?”

“He’s just started lessons,” his mum said.

“That’s awesome, little man!”

I stood up and quickly pulled out my phone, turning to the mum. “I can give you the email address so he can practice with the team. They often let kids join in our practices.”

“Oh, that would be lovely,” the mum smiled, pulling out her phone.

“Derick on the management team will be happy to help. Just tell him Jer gave you his details.” I said. “I’m sorry I can’t hang about much longer—I’m actually here to grab my girls their first set of skates!” I beamed.

“Don’t apologize!” The mom laughed, “Thank you for stopping. He’s a huge fan of yours,” she said, pulling her son in for a little side hug.

We said our goodbyes and I turned to the counter, but Nate was already there, holding the two little boxes of ice skates.

“They’re going to be so cute!” he declared as we made our way out of the store. “Do you think we have time to pick up more Christmas candy?” he asked.

“For who? We have enough to feed an army!”

“Daisy saw these chocolate-covered almonds online and she didn’t admit it, but she clearly wanted them.”

“Let’s do it.”

Daisy

Christmas Eve.

Both the girls were down for a nap, so I decided to take the opportunity to wrap the final few gifts I hadn’t been able to the night before while they had been out with their dad’s eating ice cream.

“Can I come in?” a deep voice called from the doorway.

“Not yet!” I shouted, quickly shoving one or two of the items under a blanket and out of sight. I had placed a paper sign on the doorway telling everyone to keep out because I was wrapping gifts.

If I hadn’t, the guys would have wandered right in. We didn’t really have a concept of personal space in our house, and I liked it that way.

If I wanted to be left alone, then I would get that, no questions asked. I simply didn’t enjoy being on my own too much. The joy of being in a pack meant that I always had someone around.

Something that had come as a real surprise to me was just how much I loved pack life and being a mother. After the girls were born, my entire life view had changed. The fact that I had found myself in a pack that adored me more than anything and let me spend my days with my babies was a miracle, and I thanked the universe every day for the severe morning sickness that had led to me knocking on Jeremy’s door, begging for some of the food he was cooking.

Once their gifts were hidden, I turned to the door. “It’s safe!” I called, and Devon entered the room.

“Surely you haven’t got more gifts to wrap?” he said. “The girls have a small mountain at this point.”

I laughed, nodding. “They do have a lot, don’t they? But none of these are for the girls. These are your gifts, which is why I put the sign up,” I said.

“Oh yeah?” Devon looked at the door, then to me. “It’s only just occurred to me that the girls wouldn’t have been able to read that sign, anyway. I just wanted to see if you wanted a pizza?”

“The pizza place delivers on Christmas Eve?”

“No—well yes. Those people are bonkers in the best way possible and even deliver on Christmas Day, but I’m actually thinking about making some myself. The girls will have the best time mixing up the dough.”

A smile spread across my face. “That sounds nice. Can you just make me a cheese pizza with chicken, peppers and onions?” I asked.

“I will try, but I make no promises, because if I let the girls put the toppings on, you may end up with an interesting mix. I will try to restrain the stunning little chaos demons, though,” he said.

“Thank you. I shouldn’t be much longer in here. I will come join you guys shortly.”

Devon wandered over to where I was sitting, knelt and cupped my face for a moment, pulling me in for a kiss that was so soft and painfully sweet it made my entire body cry out for more.

The smell of my slick filled the air, and Devon’s pupils expanded.

“Oh, that’s not fair!” he groaned, resting his forehead against mine.

“Why not?” I chuckled.

Devon pouted. “The guys aren’t back yet; I’ve just left the girls in their highchairs. Otherwise, I would totally be sneaking in a quickie.”

“Drat!” I giggled. “I guess we will have to wait.” I shrugged.

My alpha backed off, a gesture that made me want to whine and claw him back towards me, but I let him go.

“I still want an army of the demons,” Devon laughed. “Even if they interrupt the potential sexy times.”

“More babies may make it harder,” I said.

“My cock will find a way,” Devon laughed, dashing out of the room, back to our girls.

I had always thought that between having babies to care for and multiple alphas to please I would have been worn out and far less needy. That definitely wasn’t the case. In fact, it was pretty much the opposite. And every time I watched my guys holding my babies or interacting with them, I just wanted to jump their bones.

There was nothing hotter than seeing a topless alpha of mine cuddling one of my newborn babies.

Now if I could convince one of them to do it while wearing a Santa hat, that would be the icing on the cake.

I had a feeling that my Christmas gift was going to send them all just as feral as me.

Devon

Christmas Eve

My beautiful mate was up to something.

I wanted nothing more than to figure out what she had gotten for us that had her grinning that secret little smirk. It was like she knew something that we didn’t.

Were I an invasive alpha, I probably would have checked our bank records, but we had made that impossible. When we had insisted that Daisy join our pack bank accounts, we had also made a separate account for her and deposited money in it regularly so she could spend what she wanted without having to ask us, or even know what she bought.

I would bet good money she had used that account to get gifts, eradicating my ability to be nosey.

Returning to the kitchen, I grabbed Poppy, who was starting to fuss, plopping her on my hip. They were at the age where they were starting to get into everything.

I had dressed them in the cutest little elf pajamas. They had been blessed with their mother’s red curls, and it was the damned cutest thing.

“Let’s make mama some pizza,” I cooed, picking Petunia up in my other arm and carrying them over to the counter, plopping them on the barstools.

“Mixing?” Poppy asked in that adorable voice.

“Yes, sweet girl, mixing,” I nodded. I had explained to her they were going to be my helpers and mix the dough. They were toddlers, so any activity where they were able to get messy was a win for them.

Cooking with kids was both immensely fun, incredibly messy, and completely stressful.

I still preferred it over normal cooking.

“Once you guys have made pizza, do you want to help me hang a few more ornaments on the tree?” Daisy asked, quietly sliding up next to me so only I would hear. She didn’t want to excite the girls before I agreed.

“You got more ornaments?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Daisy bit back a grin. “The girls said the tree needed more color. Who was I to deny them?”

“Is there room on that tree for more?” The tree was stuffed with so many ornaments, lights and tinsel that you could hardly tell there was a tree there anymore.

We had all watched as Daisy and the girls had loaded the tree, giving each other confused looks but refusing to say anything because they were all having such a good time.

Our job was to be quiet and hang lights when our omega asked.

Daisy

Christmas Morning

“It looks like the cutest little reindeers are ready for the day!” Jeremy declared happily as he sauntered through the door and into the nest where I was snuggled into Nate’s bare chest. Despite having slept amazingly, I wanted nothing more than to stay snuggled up in the nice, warm nest all day.

The only thing that was strong enough to convince me to clamber out of the nest was the sight of my daughters wearing reindeer onesies, complete with little antlers, toddling after Devon.

“Oh, there’re my babies!” I cooed, sitting up and opening my arms.

The girls, upon seeing me, toddled over, scrambling into the nest and into my lap. “Merry Christmas, my babies,” I cooed.

“Do you think we should feed them breakfast first or start tackling the massive pile of gifts that’s waiting for them outside?” Nate asked in a sleepy voice, plucking Petunia out of my arms and snuggling her. “I swear she smells more and more like you very day,” he murmured.

“Already considered that. In the living room, there is a selection of easy to munch on finger foods and snacks for both babies and parents.” Jeremy smirked. He had thought every little thing through. Probably because he was so excited to see the girls opening their gifts and he didn’t want anything to delay it.

I looked down at Poppy, curled up in my lap, looking up at me lovingly. “I guess daddy has spoken then! Let mama get her jammies on and we’ll go open presents!”

“Would just like to state for the record, I’m very happy with how you are dressed now,” Devon said, crawling into bed next to me.

I was wearing one of his T-shirts.

Nothing else.

I glowered playfully at him. “While you may like it, I think Christmas morning requires something a little less naked.”

Devon popped his head up as Petunia crawled out of Nate’s lap, joining Poppy in mine.

“But naked Christmas is the best Christmas,” he whined.

I raised my eyebrows at him. “But we have little ones around, so we just have to make do with naked Christmas night.”

Nate chuckled next to me. “It’s worth it,” he muttered, planting a kiss on the top of my head.

I thought that they were going to be saying that when they got my Christmas gift.

“You look so pretty!” Jeremy cooed as Poppy twirled around, making her little pink tutu skirt fluff out.

The girls had descended on the pile of gifts like ravenous wolves, and their dads had only encouraged the chaos.

When they had opened the tiny pairs of skates from Jeremy, I had narrowed my eyes at him. “Do you really think that’s safe?” I asked. The girls were tiny, and could hardly stand up straight on land, let alone on ice.

“The younger they start, the better!” Jeremey beamed. “Don’t worry though, they won’t step foot on the ice without two adults per child watching them like a hawk. I’ll be there every step of the way—you can join if you want. I’d love to get you on the ice!”

I shook my head. “I am not coordinated enough to even try!” I giggled. When I first met Jeremy, there was no question of him even trying to get me on the ice. I was seven months pregnant and the size of a house. I was a hazard to myself, simply sitting on the couch. Then postpartum, I was far too busy with the babies to even think about it. Jeremy was retiring to spend time with the family and thoroughly enjoying being at home with the girls. Occasionally, he took on a construction job, but he was saving most of that work for when the girls were a bit bigger and in school. He wanted to soak up every moment with them, and I loved him even more than I thought possible for it.

So maybe one day I would brave the ice, but I didn’t see it happening anytime soon.

With a cup of spiked hot chocolate in hand, I sat back, watching as my babies had the time of their lives ripping open each gift and showing it to all the adults.

When I first fell pregnant, I had been all on my own, and when I had imagined what Christmas would be like for my baby—because as far as I was concerned I was only having a single baby at that point—I had dreaded it. Even then I’d wanted to give my hypothetical children everything, and I was alone, broke and terrified.

Now we were a family, and I trusted my guys completely. They made me excited to have another child because I knew I was never going to do it alone ever again.

In fact, postpartum with the girls had been a breeze. All I had to focus on was healing. I pumped so the guys often took the night shift, and getting a good night’s sleep while I healed was a godsend.

“Okay! It’s time for your gift,” I said, grabbing the small box I had hidden at the back of the tree.

The girls were pulling apart their wrapping paper, more interested in that than their gifts.

Typical toddlers, adorable but maddening.

“You didn’t need to get us a gift sweetheart,” Nate said. “I would have been happy with a naked omega under the tree.”

I grimaced. “I am not doing that again. Too many pine leaves in unmentionable places.”

Devon smirked, lifting Poppy up and moving her away from the pile of papers into a less precarious spot. “If memory serves, that was a very enjoyable night.”

“Agreed,” Jeremy nodded.

“Just shut up and open your gift or I’ll take it back,” I growled, leaning forward to try to pluck the package from Nate’s hand. He moved quickly, lifting the parcel so it was out of reach.

“Hush, this is our gift and we intend to open it!” Nate declared, passing it to Jeremy who was out of my reach. He tore into the paper. I sat back on my heels, biting my lip. There was no question on if they would like the gift or not, but nerves still assaulted my stomach as he took the lid off the small gift box and looked inside.

“Are these…pills?” Jeremy asked, lifting the blister packet questioningly.

I nodded. “They are,” I confirmed.

“They’re birth control pills,” Devon said, leaning over and inspecting the packet in Jeremy’s hand.

“That’s an odd gift,” Nate said, pulling me into a hug from behind. “We know you’re on birth control. It’s why we take great joy in filling you up whenever we can,” he said as he nipped lightly at my neck, just above the bonding bite. My body warmed, and my scent grew thicker.

“I was on birth control,” I said.

Jeremy stilled; the packet half turned over in his hand. “What are you saying, Daisy?” he asked, his voice slow, a hint of hope infecting his words even though I knew he was doing his best to keep his tone neutral.

“I stopped taking them a few days ago. I’m ready to try for more babies,” I said. “According to the doctor, I should be fertile pretty quickly after I stop them… so it can happen any time now.”

All three of my guys were gawking at me, unable to find the words. Poppy and Petunia were blissfully unaware, toddling around their fathers, babbling and showing off their toys.

When Petunia started to tumble next to Devon, his hands shot out, and he easily righted her, all the while keeping his wide, shocked eyes firmly on me.

“I mean, if you don’t like it, I can always go back on birth control…” I trailed off.

“Fuck no!” Jeremy blurted out.

“Language!” I laughed, looking at the girls, thankful they were blissfully unaware of the naughty words being said in their presence.

“You’re fertile, like right now?” Devon asked, his voice cracking slightly.

I nodded again, and slowly all their faces broke out into grins.

“Dibbs!” Devon shouted, rushing towards me, grabbing me around the waist and hauling me up.

“Devon!” I laughed, batting at his hands. “It’s Christmas morning! We’ve got to get the girls’ breakfast and take photos in their outfits.”

Devon cursed under his breath, slowly putting me down.

“You lot are turning into a pair of potty mouths!” I giggled, looking between my guys, every one of them wearing a matching look of hunger.

“The moment the girls go down for their nap…” Jeremy said, picking up Poppy. “We are making you guys big sisters!” he declared happily.

“I look forward to it!” I giggled. “But first, let’s play with some of these toys!” I cooed at the girls, who stamped their feet in excitement.

Jeremy

Iloved my daughters. They were the light of my life, but those little demons decided that the one day they would refuse a nap point blank would be Christmas.

Right after Daisy had told us she had not only stopped birth control, but was fertile and ready for another baby?

“Okay, we need a game plan!” Nate said as we bustled into the living room. Daisy was in the playroom with the girls, having fun with all the leftover wrapping paper. “They’re clearly not going down.” We would have been in there with them, but we had some very important business to take care of first.

“They’re too amped up with all the new toys and gifts. They probably won’t nap at all today.”

“But does that mean they’ll crash and go to bed early?” I asked pointedly. My pack mates both nodded appreciatively.

If that was the case, we could all get some group time with our omega later…

“We outnumber the babies. Two of us can distract them while the other shoots their shot,” Devon said.

“Let me guess, you want to be first?” Nate asked, raising his brow. “I’m not agreeing to that.”

“I was the one who found Daisy. I should go first!” I said.

Nate gave me a disbelieving look, crossing his arms. “I’m not sure that’s how it works, Jer.”

“Well, at least I was nice to her when I first met her, the same can’t be said for you! Were it not for my culinary prowess she never would have joined our pack!” I grumbled.

Nate’s mouth dropped open. “I was an ass, we know that! Anyway, I’ve more than made up for it… even though you can always grovel a little more,” he shrugged.

I nodded. “True, there’s no such thing as too much groveling.”

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Devon asked, a hopeful expression spreading across his face.

I bit back a laugh. Of all the ways to figure out who was going to get a chance to knock up Daisy first, this seemed the most immature possible way, but we were in a rush and didn’t have time to discuss the issue at hand like civilized beings. The girls would only rest for so long, and we were all eager to get to work, so to speak.

Every one of us was on edge. Our alphas pushing us now. Daisy had opened the floodgates.

At the first opportunity, I was going to be pumping her full of cum and knotting her so she couldn’t get away until she was well and truly knocked up.

One of the big perks of having a knot.

“Do it,” I said with a nod, looking between my packmates.

We all stuck our hands out, bobbing them up and down as we recited “Rock, Paper, Scissors!” before showing our hands.

Nate and I had both opted for paper, and Devon had chosen scissors.

“Yes!” he whisper-shouted in delight. “Me first!”

I glowered at him.

Lucky shit.

Nate let out a long-suffering sigh. “All’s fair in love and war,” he muttered before turning to me. “Let’s go grab our girls. Daisy is probably starting lunch.”

Devon smirked, “Expect a small lunch delay!” he said, before dashing out of the room like his ass was on fire.

“Today is going to be one hell of a Christmas,” I said, looking at the door he had just escaped through. “I guess we better go grab our girls.”

Nate snorted. “It’s not one we are going to forget anytime soon, that’s for sure.”

Daisy

“Darling, pass mama the potato,” I cooed. The girls were standing on chairs next to the kitchen counter, passing me potatoes to peel. Only they were passing them to me so quickly I had to keep putting them back, and the cycle kept repeating itself.

The guys had all snuck off to do god knows what. They were probably cooking up some sort of Christmas surprise and I knew there was no way they could stay away long.

I hadn’t even peeled three potatoes when Jeremy and Nate came in. “There’s our girls!” Jeremy shouted, swooping in and picking up Petunia, while Nate did the same with Poppy. “We’ve got some candy that desperately needs your attention!” he whispered conspiringly so both girls could hear.

“Candy!” Petunia declared happily. “Candy daddy!”

I chuckled. “You can be the one to deal with the sugar rush!” I told him as he placed Petunia on his shoulders and jogged out of the room with her clutching his head in a bear hug and giggling manically.

Within a second, they were gone, and I could only hear a trace of the girls’ giggles as they disappeared into another part of the house.

Washing my hands, I quickly poured myself a glass of red wine and took a big sip. It was Christmas after all. What other day could I start drinking wine at midday?

Hands snaked around my waist, pulling me back into a large chest, the comforting scent of chai washing over me.

“Drinking already?” Devon asked, nibbling at my ear.

“Tis the season,” I giggled as his lips trailed across my neck, my core tightening as his hands roamed over my sides. “The girls will be back in a moment. Don’t get me all worked up. Save that for tonight.” I pouted. It was my own fault for working them up. Maybe I should have saved my gift for Christmas night.

“Oh, the girls are going to be distracted for at least twenty minutes, so we’ve got plenty of time.” I could hear the smirk in Devon’s voice.

I hummed. “How did you manage that?” I asked.

“Rock, paper, scissors,” he said, his hand trailing down my torso, slipping under the waistband of my leggings, honing straight in on my clit.

“That’s an interesting method,” I giggled before my voice trailed off in a moan.

“What can I say? We were in a rush. So, can I convince you?” he asked.

“Keep doing that and you just may,” I moaned. Who was I kidding? I was desperate to jump his bones, but there was nothing wrong with a little extra persuading.

His fingers plunged deep, the movements fast and hard, making my entire body light up with need. Every one of my guys knew exactly how to play my body like a finely tuned machine. They could have me orgasming in thirty seconds flat.

“Bedroom?” Devon asked.

I cocked an eyebrow, even though he couldn’t see the gesture. “I mean… if the girls are going to be distracted for a few minutes, we could always…” I trailed off.

“Say no more!” Devon cried happily, whirling me around and lifting me with ease so I was perched on the kitchen island. He smirked up at me as he slowly sank to his knees, his hands tugging at my leggings, quickly pulling them off my body, leaving me completely bare.

Underwear just felt unnecessary when I had gotten dressed that morning.

I cocked my head to the side. “As much as I enjoy having you on your knees, it’s not exactly the goal here, and we are in a time crunch,” I said.

“Always time for a little warm up, my beautiful omega,” he said, winking at me before diving in. He wasn’t gentle. He lapped at my folds with strong, demanding strokes of his tongue. My entire body quivered as sweat broke out on my forehead despite the cool December climate.

“Devon!” I moaned, a little too loudly.

Delicious pain burst across my thigh as Devon lightly slapped it, pulling himself away from my folds to look up at me, one eyebrow raised. “You’re going to have to keep quiet, omega, otherwise our girls may hear,” he tutted.

In no time, my legs were trembling in the strong grip of his hands as I leaned back, throwing my head back as I did my best to suppress my moans.

“If you don’t hurry up and knot me, you’re going to miss your opportunity,” I taunted. As much as I loved the foreplay, I needed to be filled. I was due a heat soon, and now I was off all my birth control and suppressants, I was a needy omega. “I suppose Jeremy or Nate would happily take your turn if—ah!”

My words were cut off as Devon moved faster than I had ever seen before, ripping himself from my body, standing up and pulling his sweatpants down. His hands grasped at the flesh of my ass, drawing me close as he filled me in one quick, brutally delicious thrust.

Gripping at his forearms, a strangled moan escaped my chest.

“Too much?” Devon asked with a smirk.

I shook my head adamantly. “Perfect,” I groaned as my walls fluttered around his cock, desperately searching for his knot.

Even without the knot, his cock fit perfectly, filling every inch of me, that familiar, delicious stretch sending me mad with pleasure.

Every thrust sent electricity running through my limbs, my toes curling as I wrapped my legs around his hips, urging him deeper.

“I swear, your pussy feels better every time,” Devon groaned, trailing kisses along my neck.

“Same,” I groaned, reaching my hands under his shirt, exploring the familiar planes.

“Mine,” Devon growled, the deep vibration of his voice making my body lurch with need, even more wetness coating his cock. “Your pussy is already fluttering. Is my girl getting close?” he said, a smile in his voice.

“Can you blame me?” I asked in a breathy voice.

“Nope, I’m already close. The fact I get to be the first to try to fuck a baby into you has got me ready to blow like a teenager at the prom,” he chuckled.

“The least you can do is get me a corsage, then.”

Devon reared back, his eyes sparkling with glee. “Oh, I’ll get you so many corsages, you’ll be drowning in them.”

I gyrated my hips, meeting Devon thrust for thrust, our conversation forgotten as we chased our imminent release.

My vision turned to white as I hurtled over the edge, my walls clamping down on Devon’s rapidly expanding knot as I came, violently so.

The orgasm just kept going. The moment I felt it starting to ebb, Devon’s knot fully expanded as he came, setting off another wave of release. Even though knotting was a regular occurrence in my life, the feeling of being so perfectly full, stretched almost to the point of pain, never got old.

Devon rested his forehead on mine, panting heavily. In the afterglow of the mind blowing release, I couldn’t help but giggle.

“We must look a state,” I said, my voice breathless.

I was still wearing Jeremy’s Christmas sweater, my leggings tossed across the room. Devon’s sweatpants were pooled on the floor around his feet, and he was still wearing the soft gray t-shirt he had slept in and kept on for the present opening.

“But you’re my beautiful state,” Devon cooed, running his hand over my body, kissing the top of my head.

We stood there for a few minutes, waiting for his knot to go down.

“If the girls come running in now…” I giggled.

“We made a deal, I get you for twenty minutes uninterrupted,” Devon said, lightly kissing my shoulder. “This is all your fault; you know we’re all going to be beasts today now.”

“Maybe I should have saved the gift for the nighttime,” I mused, wiggling my hips and moaning as his knot hit new parts of my inner walls.

Devon groaned, his hand grabbing my hips, stilling me. “You can’t be doing that, or my knot is never going down.”

“How terrible,” I giggled.

“Then again, the longer I remain knotted, the longer my cum is locked in, getting you pregnant…” he mused.

I rolled my eyes, unable to keep the grin off my face. “How much longer do you have left?” I asked.

“Probably only five minutes,” he said, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Those girls are the best thing that’s ever happened to us, but damn I want to just kidnap you right now,” he admitted.

“Just think, hopefully in nine months there will be another baby added into the mix.”

“Just one? Knowing your track record, what if you have twins again?”

“Oh damn, I hope not. Again, the best thing that ever happened to me, but I was kind of looking forward to only one baby taking up space in my body for nine months.”

“You’re stunning when pregnant, I can’t wait to see it again.”

The moment we separated, we took a moment to get dressed, helping each other right ourselves, stealing kisses in between pulling on items of clothing.

“Let’s get cooking,” Devon smirked down at me. “Where do you want me, boss?”

My eyes raked over him, my scent giving away the perverted thoughts entering my brain. There were many, many ways I wanted this man.

“Well…”

“Mind out of the gutter, Daisy Monroe, this is a family Christmas!” he chided with a grin.

A snort escaped my chest. “We are certainly trying to grow the family today, aren’t we? You can finish peeling the potatoes. The turkey is all Jeremy—I don’t want to stuff it,” I grimaced. There was something about stuffing dressing into a dead bird that just gave me the ick. So, when Jeremy had asked to cook the turkey, I had gladly handed over the task to him.

Devon burst out laughing, kissing the top of my head and embracing me one last time before wandering to the sink to start peeling. “Well, I can think of a few things Jeremy can stuff today,” he mused.

Even with our clothes righted, he looked freshly fucked, his hair mussed and sticking up all over the place. I could have told him, but I liked it.

“I’m sure he’ll find an opportunity,” I agreed.

Nate

The girls were easily distracted from the commotion happening in the kitchen. How Daisy and Devon thought we wouldn’t hear them was beyond me. They had given it some effort, but Daisy just wasn’t a quiet omega. As the girls grow older, we were going to have to look into soundproofing for the nest.

Thankfully, the girls’ bedroom was on the other side of the house from the kitchen. So, Jeremy and I sat on the floor of their bedroom while they ripped open a new tea set one of their grandmothers had gifted them, and had a tea party.

The first time I had seen the giant Jeremy sitting at a tea table with the girls wearing a little tiara on his head, I had burst into laughter so hard that my stomach almost hurt. But I was quickly forced to eat my words because one look from my daughters’ as they asked me to join them, and I was sitting right next to Jeremy wearing a frilly pink Tutu. Those big blue eyes were just impossible to resist.

“I think Mr. Bear wants some more tea,” Jeremy said, handing the little teapot to Petunia, who was clanking the little plastic cups together and pretending to drink.

Poppy turned to me and handed me the empty little plastic cup, which I took with a big smile. “Thank you!” I said with excitement as I pretended to take a sip. “Delicious,” I told her.

“Dada,” Poppy called my name, her sweet little high-pitched voice demanded my attention. Turning back to her, my eyes landed on the plastic tiara in her hands.

Poppy held out the very tiara I had teased Jeremy about wearing just a few months ago. I didn’t hesitate, crouching down, while turning to Jeremy. He was doing his best to withhold a smirk.

“It suits you,” he said as I bent down so Poppy could place the plastic contraption with sharp plastic combs straight onto my head, doing my best to avoid wincing at the sharp stabbing pain.

“I pull off a crown better than you,” I shrugged.

Jeremy snorted. “Yeah, sure.”

Petunia cuddled into his side, and his arm instinctively went around her as she crawled into his lap.

Two minutes later, she was out like a light.

Jeremy’s head popped up, throwing me an excited look. “She’s sleeping,” he whispered loudly.

I glanced over at Petunia, who was still forcing her teddy bear to drink from the tiny plastic cup full of pretend tea. Her eyes were starting to sag, but she was still stubbornly moving around, determined to stay awake.

“Tuny,” I cooed, holding my arms open. “Cuddles?” I asked sweetly. She turned to me, frowning at me before clambering into my lap, just as Poppy had done with Jeremy.

It worked perfectly. After just a few minutes of cuddles, her eyelids started to droop.

My pack mate and I looked at each other, our movements minimal because we didn’t want to disturb the girls.

“Should we put them down?” Jeremy whispered after a moment.

“Will they wake up?” I asked.

Our girls had many traits from their omega mother. They loved a good cuddle and if they had the option, they would definitely prefer to sleep in our arms.

It was probably our own fault. When the girls had been tiny babies between all of us, they had never been left on their own. Some of my favorite memories were of both of them as tiny babies asleep in our arms. They never even got a chance to fuss before they were scooped up by one of us.

They were completely spoiled.

That was the way we wanted it, though. One day, as much as I hate to admit it, my girls would want to date. When that miserable time came, I wanted them to understand what an alpha should give them. Our sweet Daisy hadn’t understood her worth when we’d first met. She had let the girls’ sperm donor treat her terribly, because she didn’t realize she deserved so much better.

I wanted to lead by example. My girls would see how a loving, respectful relationship would work between their fathers and their mother, and they would seek that out in the future. I was happy to spoil them, because they deserved the best, and whatever alpha they ended up with better give them the best.

Even though my first instinct was to lock them in their bedrooms so they could never date a boy because boys were disgusting, and I never wanted my sweet girls within a mile of them.

“We can try,” I whispered, picking up Petunia, who was flopping over in my arms. She had gone from running around to dead to the world in only a few minutes.

I wasn’t going to complain though, we were going to use the nap time to our advantage. Taking my time, I moved so painstakingly slowly so I didn’t disturb the snoozing toddler as I walked over to the bed.

If I tripped on a wayward toy, it was game over, the girls would be wide awake and I would spend all of Christmas day trying to avoid getting a boner every few minutes thinking about my omega.

Both Jeremy and I placed our daughters down on their respective mattresses like we were carrying live bombs.

The girls had matching toddler beds, complete with princess bedding. Though, of late Petunia had become quite enamored with Dinosaurs, I could see that changing soon. Before I went back to work after the holiday, I was going to take her and her sister to the museum so she could see all the big dino skeletons.

“They’re in their beds,” I whispered, almost reverently, as I took a gentle step back. Petunia rolled over, shoving her face into her mattress, wiggling her little body deeper into the blanket, getting comfortable.

A slow smile spread across Jeremy’s face. “Let’s go see our omega!” he excitedly whispered back.

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

Jeremy

Daisy was already in the shower when we got to the bathroom. Usually, we would have taken a moment to appreciate our omega and how stunning she was, but now wasn’t the time for that.

Pregnancy had just made her body all that more beautiful to me. The stretch marks were just beautiful reminders of how she brought our babies into the world.

After witnessing her give birth, I was fully convinced she was Wonder Woman. I had felt tiny echoes of her pain through our bond and holy fuck, I had been ready to curl up on the floor in a ball, so she must have been going through it.

Not only that, but she was willing to do it again.

I was the luckiest bastard alive.

Daisy turned to us, the noise of the bathroom door opening alerted her to our presence. Standing in the shower, I once again appreciated Devon’s choice to have an entirely glass door to the shower. Me, being the big dummy I am, had wanted frosted glass.

If I had got what I’d wanted, I wouldn’t have the amazing view of my omega, dripping wet as she washed her leg in the shower. She had piled her curls on the top of her head to avoid getting them wet.

“Heya,” she greeted warmly, turning to face us. She didn’t bother to stop what she was doing, squirting some more body wash into her hands. “Is everything okay?” she asked.

Beside me, Nate nodded, his eyes glued to our omega. “The girls went down for their nap,” he explained simply.

Daisy’s face broke out into a grin. “Good, they need the rest,” she said.

“Do you need any rest?” I asked pointedly, attempting to be polite when all I wanted to do was maul my omega.

Daisy pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Y’know I am a little tired…” she trailed off before giggling. “The disappointment on your faces!” she cackled, throwing her head back, the bonding marks on her neck stark against her skin and doing nothing to help reduce the raging boner I was sporting.

Nate and I turned to each other, confused until it dawned on us.

Our omega was fucking with us.

“That’s not fair, sweetheart,” Nate tutted, glowering at the showering omega.

Daisy cocked her head to the side. “Well do you want to be a surly grump out there, or come and join me?” she asked.

Instead of answering, Nate was already pulling off his shirt as he headed towards the shower, me hot on his heels.

A beautiful laugh escaped Daisy’s chest as I wrapped my arms around her from behind. Thankfully, the shower was big enough to accommodate all three of us with ease.

“This is going to have to be quick. The girls won’t be asleep long,” she said, turning to me as Nate slid in behind her, his lips finding her neck and lavishing it with attention, making her moan.

“We can be quick,” I winked.

“But first, I think our omega needs to be warmed up,” Nate muttered, lightly grabbing her hips and turning her around once again.

He smirked down at her, before slowly sinking to his knees, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her up for him.

While he quickly got to work, I did my bit to get Daisy nice and ready for us. Kissing lightly over my bond mark on her neck, I blindly reached over to the side of the shower, grabbing the bodywash.

Once my hands were full, I got to work, making sure my omega was thoroughly clean. Naturally, my hands gravitated to her chest. Tugging and massaging her nipples while Nate thoroughly enjoyed himself.

I knew firsthand that our omega tasted like the best fucking dessert, all sweet apple and brown sugar. Like a pastry we were more than eager to devour.

Daisy’s body vibrated in my arms as Nate slowly finger fucked her, lapping at her clit.

“Nate,” Daisy moaned in a rough, pleading voice, her hand trailing down to clench in his hair.

She was stunning. I fucking loved watching my pack mates play with her, taking her to the edge. The trembling in her limbs increased, and I knew she was close to exploding. My arms tightened around her, pinching her nipples harder, heightening the pleasure with that tiny nip of pain she loved.

Right at the moment she was about to crash off the edge, Nate stopped.

“Hey!” Daisy whined, glowering down at Nate, who was sitting back on his haunches, grinning up at her. “Why did you stop?” she asked.

“Because you’re going to come on my cock,” he said simply, standing up in one swift movement. “Any objections?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Don’t lawyer speak me,” Daisy growled, attempting to lurch forward to Nate, but she was firmly stuck in my arms. “Just fuck me,” she whined.

Nate gave me a smug look. The fucker loved bringing Daisy to the edge, and fuck, I loved watching it. His hands reached up for her hips, turning her in one swift movement so she was facing me again, giving me the perfect view of her flushed face, blown pupils and pebbled nipples just straining for more attention.

I reached up to cup her face with one hand, bringing my forehead to rest on hers while my other hand trailed down her body, pinching a nipple along the way as I slowly made my way to her clit.

“You’re fucking drenched for us,” I cooed, as I lazily stroked her clit.

“That’s what happens when you tease me,” she pouted, her voice breathless and needy.

“Hmm, maybe we like you wet and desperate,” Nate hummed, kissing her neck lightly as he lined himself up.

Daisy growled. “If you don’t fuck me before the girls wake up, I’ll happily go find Devon, I’m sure he would lo—oh!”

Her words were cut off as Nate thrust deeply, not bothering to ease her into it.

She was more than ready for him.

“You feel fucking perfect,” he muttered, nipping at her ear. “Now hold on to Jeremy, sweetheart because I’m not going to stop until I’ve pumped every drop of cum I have into you.”

Daisy gazed up at me as Nate started to move, her mouth dropped open into that adorable little O shape that made me think of her sucking my cock.

She had an amazing mouth.

If we didn’t have different priorities—mainly knocking her up as fast as possible—I probably would have asked her to suck my cock while Nate fucked her into oblivion.

As it was, I was pretty god damned happy where I was standing. My hand gently slid from cupping her face to gripping her neck, forcing her to look at me.

“So fucking pretty taking our pack mate’s cock. You’re going to cum on his cock like a good girl, aren’t you?” I asked.

Daisy nodded, taking deep ragged breaths.

“She’s not going to last long,” I hummed, looking at Nate who was lost in the pleasure I knew he was undoubtedly feeling at that moment.

“Why don’t you help get her there faster?” he asked with a chuckle.

I didn’t need to be told twice. Using two fingers, I started rubbing her clit. Hard.

The effect was almost instant. Daisy’s entire body started to tremble, and she babbled incoherently as her body moved with the force of Nate’s thrusts. Every stroke made a wet, almost pornographic sound as her body desperately locked down on him, seeking a knot.

Daisy’s eyes closed, and she threw her head back, thrusting her chest at me as she started to cry out with release. Nate’s grunting only grew louder, his pace more disjointed as her walls clamped down around him.

Leaning down, I captured one of her nipples in my mouth, still rubbing her clit, only a little slower now she was on the comedown.

Nate gave one last roaring thrust as his knot expanded, locking the pair of them together. Both of their breathing was ragged as Nate rested his forehead on Daisy’s back and she slumped against me.

I was still hard as a rock, but my turn was coming.

Just as soon as Nate’s knot went down.

Jeremy

It took a bit of time for them to separate, so I left them in the shower, giving Daisy a slow kiss, taking my time to taste her and silently promise what was coming.

Every muscle in my body was tense, and I needed her.

Badly.

The moment she came out of the shower, dripping wet and naked, I launched myself at her.

“Mine,” I growled, prowling forward and grabbing her around the waist, lifting her clear off the ground.

“Oh, nooooo.” Daisy giggled, still dripping wet from the shower. Not that I cared. Having a wet and wriggling omega in my arms was damn fun. She smelled like sweet apples and my pack mate’s cum.

My mind hazed over, the desperation to knot her and knock her up was all I could think about.

I needed the omega, and I needed her now.

A small, rational part of my brain told me to have some restraint, but that part was quickly quieted by the urge to fuck my omega and fill her with my cum, so every alpha could smell that she was mine, until she was full and round with my child.

Nipping lightly at the deliciously sweet skin at the nape of her neck, I muttered in her ear, loud enough for my pack mates to hear. “I’m a little on edge, darling. Do you want to play with me or one of the others?”

Nate raised his eyebrows. Undoubtedly shocked I would even consider handing Daisy over to one of them when I was probably the most keen to get her pregnant. He had a towel slung across his waist, his hair soaking wet as he watched us with a satisfied smirk on his face.

I would also be wearing a similar grin if I’d just had Daisy clamping down on my knot.

She wiggled in my arms, turning around so she was facing me, beaming up at me. Her eyes were hazed over, pupils blown.

“I want to play with you,” she declared, the grin never left her face or even faltered. “I like you on edge.”

That was all the permission I needed to let the haze that had been slowly creeping into my mind take over.

Like an alpha possessed, I only wanted one thing.

Picking up my omega, I carried her to the nest with determined steps and tossed her onto the soft pillows, despite beads of water still falling from the tendrils of hair that had fallen loose.

We could change the nest sheets after.

For now, I needed to fuck my omega.

Daisy giggled as I towered over her, my eyes firmly locked on her nipples as she laughed, making them bounce in a far too enticing way.

The smell of sex and slick permeated every part of the room, and that scent was going to be burned into my brain for the rest of my life. Nothing. Nothing smelled that good.

“Present,” I growled. I needed some sort of control over the situation, or I was going to go feral and enter a full rut. That was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to be lucid and in control.

Daisy did exactly as she was told, turning over with a giggle and presenting me with her ass, lifting it in the air so her pussy was perfectly on display. My pack mates cum was leaking from her, and fuck me, nothing had ever been sexier.

By the time her heat was over, our smells would be permanently plastered to her body, letting everyone who went near her know exactly who she belonged to.

Glancing around the nest, my eyes landed on the string lights that Daisy had lined the nest with because she had wanted it to be a little more festive.

There was no “little” when it came to nesting for Daisy. Every sheet and blanket had reindeer on them, snowmen, or some other Christmas paraphernalia.

The throw pillows were now shaped like Christmas trees and candy canes. I couldn’t say I understood it, but it made my omega happy, so I went to the nesting store with her whenever she wanted and bought her whatever the hell her heart desired with a smile.

Daisy was a wiggler, I knew that. Those string lights presented a unique opportunity I wasn’t going to pass up.

Reaching forward I grabbed the string lights and tugged them towards me. They came with ease, and Daisy looked back at me questioningly.

“What are you up to?” she asked.

I smirked. “Keeping you in place,” I said simply.

Judging by the burst of perfume and the wave of slick that escaped my omega, she liked that idea. A lot.

Leaning over the presenting Daisy, I took the string of lights that were still twinkling and wrapped them around her arms and down her torso. It took me a moment, but after a few minutes she was thoroughly immobilized.

“Fuck that’s a pretty sight,” Nate said from the side of the nest. He was already starting to pitch a tent in his towel, despite having just knotted her in the shower.

A low whine escaped Daisy’s chest as she wiggled her ass at me. “What are you waiting for, alpha?”

My entire body tensed at being called alpha.

I liked that.

I liked that a lot.

I lurched forward, my hands landing on her hips. Kneeling behind her, I pulled her back onto my cock. I rested the head of my cock at her entrance for a second—intending to tease her, but I couldn’t wait.

Her walls clamped down on my cock immediately, greedily hunting for a knot.

“Holy fuck, yes!” Daisy cried as she moaned into a pillow.

My vision whited out as pure electricity thrummed through my body. Daisy’s body was fucking perfect, and we fit together like we were fucking made for each other. Even after two years with each other, fucking her always felt glorious.

Her legs trembled as I set a quick pace, my thrusts vicious and quick. We had plenty of time for soft and slow later; for now, we both needed my knot buried deep inside, her walls clenching me.

Daisy threw her hips back, meeting me thrust for thrust, unable to move much more thanks to her restraints.

She was perfect. I was never going to get bored with fucking her. Every time felt better than the last. Spread out, tied up in Christmas lights, she looked so delicious.

I was going to have to take a photo to remember just how pretty it was.

Or do it to her again.

I was a fan of the idea of doing it again.

And again.

Falling forward, I caged her with my arms, leaning forward to suck on the skin beneath her ear, making her squeal in pleasure.

Every curve of her body fit mine perfectly.

“Mine,” I growled in her ear, nipping at the lobe. Her skin tasted just as amazing as her scent. “Say it, omega,” I commanded in a rough voice.

“Yours! I’m fucking yours,” Daisy babbled almost incoherently, her face still shoved into the festive fabric of the nest.

“Ours,” Nate said from somewhere behind me. He was already at full mast again, just from watching Daisy.

She was better than any porn.

“Such a perfect, good omega,” I cooed, nipping at her shoulder. The twinkle lights made colorful patterns dance across her skin. “So wet and ready for another knot. Filthy girl, you love getting knotted and fucking filled, don’t you?” I asked.

“I do!” Daisy sobbed, her movements disjointed and desperate with how little she could move.

“I’m going to breed your sweet pussy every fucking day until you’re pregnant,” I murmured in her ear, using my knee to spread her legs even wider, filling her deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Daisy didn’t say anything in reply, but her walls tightened to the point I was surprised I had any blood flow left in my cock. She was strangling it, and I was loving every second of it.

My head started to pound, my heartbeat so loud and aggressive I was shocked I was able to keep going. My thrusts became brutal, fast, our skin slapping together, her ass jiggling in the most mesmerizing way with each movement.

“Well fuck, it looks like I’m missing out on a good time,” Devon said as he entered the nest, eyes immediately going to Daisy. “Having fun there?” he asked playfully.

Her only response was to moan loudly as I kept fucking her, totally unbothered by the interruption. I only had one thing on my mind, and that was knotting Daisy.

The second her walls started fluttering, I was a goner.

With a roar, I leaned over her, my hands resting on the headboard, hovering over her as I thrust so deeply she was pushed into the mattress as my knot rapidly expanded, her walls squeezing impossibly tight.

My ears rang with the intensity of it, the base of my spine vibrated as my cock throbbed with the sheer strength of my release.

“I fucking love you,” I growled, kissing the back of Daisy’s neck which was damp with sweat.

Still, she tasted fucking delicious.

Devon

Holy fuck, that had been a show and a half. I had expected to find them fucking. I had just got the turkey in and decided to see what they were up to. My imagination hadn’t done the situation justice at all.

Daisy, all wrapped up in Christmas lights while Jeremy was fucking her like a madman.

She turned to me, a dopey grin on her face as Jeremy kept her caged under him, firmly locked on his knot. Every minute or two, she gyrated her hips, making both of them groan, Jeremy’s hands tightening on her as he nipped at her skin.

Jeremy and Nate had just knotted her, so naturally I was going to be up next while they recovered–though recovery time seemed to be minimal when it came to Daisy.

Though judging by the almost feral look in Jeremy’s eye as he hovered over her, I doubted his knot would be going down anytime soon.

“I’m going to go check on the girls,” Nate said.

I nodded. “That sounds like a smart idea.” I agreed.

“I occasionally have those,” Nate chuckled, getting up and leaving the nest, still wearing nothing but a towel slung across his hips.

I turned back to Daisy, who was giggling as she looked at me, blissfully knotted and content.

“You feeling good there?” I laughed lightly as she nodded enthusiastically.

“Very good, all the good. Knots are good,” she chirped happily, still wiggling in place, making Jeremy growl lightly in her ear.

“I’m glad he’s making you feel good,” I smiled.

“He’s ju—oh!”

Daisy’s words were cut off as Jeremy flipped them over so she was on top, facing me, gracing me with a glorious view of her tits tied up in Christmas lights that were making patterns of light dance across her skin. The grin never left her face.

Inexplicable pride filled my chest at just how comfortable our omega felt with us.

Before she could open her mouth to say anything, Jeremy’s hands on her hips moved, spinning her around on his knot as she was facing him.

Judging by the way her mouth fell open, that felt very good for Daisy. She ground down, riding Jeremy’s knot despite only being able to move the tiniest amount.

“Are you just going to watch?” Daisy asked, turning to look back at me with hazy lidded eyes.

“Is that an invite, princess?” I asked.

“It’s a demand,” she beamed.

Well, lucky for her, I was a good boy and did as I was told. Standing, I made my way over to them before clambering into the nest, pressing my chest against Daisy’s back and lightly kissing her neck.

“Where do you want me?” I asked, my voice gravelly with need as my cock pressed against her lower back.

In response, Daisy thrust her ass back. The movement was small because she was still locked on Jeremy’s slowly shrinking knot, but I got the message.

Our girl liked a little ass play; it wasn’t always her first choice, but it certainly had its time and place. Maybe I had died and gone to heaven, because I was an ass man, and Daisy had a spectacular ass.

Running my fingers over where she and Jeremy were joined, I gathered up some of her slick before gently running it over her ass.

Daisy whimpered in need, trying to thrust back onto my fingers, only to be foiled by Jeremy’s knot keeping her firmly in place.

“You’ll have to be patient, princess,” I tutted, laughing when she whined with need.

“No patience, please, more!” she demanded, her voice taking on a well and truly bratty tone.

Well, brats got ass spanks, so I swatted her ass, resisting the urge to chuckle when Jeremy moaned and more slick escaped around his knot.

Daisy was a fan.

The moment my fingers started to probe, she was groaning and wiggling her hips, trying to take me deeper.

Once I had worked two fingers into her ass, I was amazed at how she felt.

“You’re so tight, princess, you’re going to fucking strangle my cock with your ass, aren’t you?”

“Yesss,” Daisy groaned, moving her hips desperately.

It didn’t take long at all for her ass to loosen up with her movements and neediness. I made sure she was well prepared. I wasn’t the smallest of alphas and she was so small and fragile compared to me.

“You’re making her feel even tighter,” Jeremy groaned. “My knot is never going down.”

“Good!” Daisy chirped happily, wiggling her hips.

“Do you want to be double knotted princess?” I asked, nipping at her earlobe.

“Yes!” Daisy cried desperately as I increased the pace of my fingers, making sure she was slick and ready. With the amount of slick she was making I didn’t bother with lube.

Lining myself up, I started slowly pressing the head of my cock against her opening.

Daisy, ever the impatient omega, wasn’t happy with that. Jeremy must have deflated somewhat, because she thrust her ass back an inch or two, forcing the head of my cock into her.

I saw stars. Her ass clenched me like a vice. Blood pounded in my ears and I had to take a few deep breaths to stop myself from rutting into her ass like a feral beast, because holy fuck, I wanted to. I wanted to pound into her while my teeth were sunk into her neck, holding her in place.

“Darling, you’re not being good,” Jeremy chided, one of his fingers reaching up to tug on her nipple.

“Fuck,” Daisy hissed, as another wave of slick drenched Jeremy.

There was only so long I could resist, and once Daisy had stopped her wiggling, I continued.

Our rhythm quickly went from slow to frantic, pulling out so only the head of my cock was nestled in her ass, to thrusting in deeply, forcing her to take every inch and making her howl in pleasure.

Jeremy wasn’t left behind either. Having deflated somewhat, he could finally thrust again, sinking his length into her at the same time as me, making her impossibly full.

“You’re going to be double knotted, princess,” I growled in her ear. Her entire body was coated in sweat as she shouted in pleasure. The room was thick with the smell of her slick and it was the best fucking smell ever.

My cock throbbed with need. She was going to choke my cock of every last drop of cum, and I was looking forward to it.

“I can feel Devon, he’s getting close,” Jeremy cooed, leaning up to suck on one of her nipples. “We are going to make you feel so good.”

My teeth slid across her shoulder, relishing in the taste of her as one of my hands snaked around her front, gliding through her folds to find her clit.

My eyes met Jeremy’s, who was looking up reverently at Daisy. “Let’s make her see stars,” I said.

His nod was all I needed to up my pace to an almost punishing one. Both of us bottoming out at the same time repeatedly, fucking like frantic beasts.

Pinching her clit lightly, Daisy was thrown over the edge, her walls clamping down so hard I was surprised I didn’t pass out.

Jeremy grasped her hips firmly, coming with a roar. It took me a second to realize he was lifting her, so she wasn’t knotted by him for a second time.

Daisy definitely noticed the lack of knot.

“What the fuck?” she snarled.

Hearing curse words from her mouth was so fucking sexy, especially when she was usually so prim and proper, especially around the girls. Hell, she had even made a swear jar to encourage us to stop being potty mouths.

Jeremy just beamed up at her. “It’s not my turn to knot you,” he said simply as I continued my lazy thrusts. My release was close, but I could hold off for a moment.

“But double knot,” Daisy pouted, making Jeremy reach up and tweak her nipple disapprovingly.

“As fun as filling your ass with cum is, it’s not exactly conducive to our current mission,” he said.

Ah, the mission to get her knocked up.

“Knot me, goddamn it,” she pouted.

“Trust me, I will,” I muttered, slowly pulling out of her ass. I didn’t let her feel the loss for long though, because I quickly replaced my cock with my fingers at the exact same time my cock filled her tight pussy that was absolutely flooded with cum already.

The evidence of my pack mates left inside her didn’t turn me off. In fact, it did quite the opposite. It just solidified that Daisy was ours to mark, fuck, and fill.

Jeremy sat up, sandwiching the prone Daisy between us. His hand tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck as he kissed her.

“I quite like having our omega tied up between us,” I said approvingly. “We need to do this more often.”

“Fuck yes,” Daisy moaned as she kept kissing Jeremy.

Now my cock was encased by the silky warmth of her walls, I could let myself go, thrusting deep.

Three thrusts and she was fluttering around me with yet another release, her body trembling in Jeremy’s arms as her ass squeezed my fingers so damn tightly, I probably lost circulation.

My entire body tensed as I exploded, my cock throbbing violently as Daisy’s body demanded every drop I had to offer.

We all slumped in a pile together, desperately trying to catch our breath for a moment. The entire room stank of sex in the best way possible, but we were probably going to have to open a window. We were all covered in sweat and cum, and it was fucking perfect.

“I fucking love you,” Daisy muttered sleepily, “But now I need another shower!”

Daisy

Both my girls were wide awake by the time I pulled myself together and showered. I had refused to let either of the guys join me because I knew that would just end in me taking more knots and I wanted to finish getting Christmas dinner put together.

My body was also feeling all the knots. The soreness was a delicious reminder, but a short break to refuel and rest wouldn’t go amiss.

I knew that I was going to be up half the night taking knot after knot, and I wasn’t complaining about that in the slightest.

Nate smirked at me as he stood at the kitchen island, chopping vegetables while the girls sat on the other side in their highchairs, demolishing what appeared to once be a small bag of cookies.

The room smelled amazing, Turkey and cranberry sauce was the most potent, but if the smell was anything to go by, then this dinner was going to taste amazing.

Unlike the first Christmas we had together where I had insisted on cooking, despite having two fairly newborn twins and burned the turkey…

And the potatoes…

And everything else.

Sticking my tongue out at Nate as I walked past the girls, kissing the top of their heads, I grabbed wipes and did my best to clean their grubby hands.

“Has daddy been giving you cookies again?” I asked in a playful voice.

Petunia nodded eagerly.

“That was meant to be our little secret,” Nate pouted.

“Ahh, you can’t hide anything from mama,” I beamed, tapping the tip of Poppy’s nose lightly as I cleaned up some of their mess.

“No, we can’t,” Jeremy agreed as he sauntered into the room, a huge smile plastered across his face. “You need any help with cooking?” He asked Nate.

He shook his head. “I think we have everything under control here. Can you go check that the table is fully set? It won’t be long now,” he said.

We had opted for a little family meal, just our pack and our girls and it was perfect for us. The circular table was set out beautifully and we served the food family style, with dishes piled high in the center.

“This looks amazing!” I cried excitedly as I lifted Poppy into her highchair to eat.

“You picked all the colors,” Jeremy said as he placed a tray of stuffing down.

I snorted lightly. “That’s only because I started internet shopping when the girls went through that sleep regression phase and wanted snuggles at three in the morning.”

Online shopping had become my friend during those sleepless nights. We were all exhausted, and the guys always offered to stay up with me, but it was kind of nice to have that quiet time with my girls in the dead of night.

They were only going to be so small for a short while, and I wanted to enjoy every minute of it.

“Okay, I think that’s everything,” Nate said as he put the potatoes down, walking over to me and pulling me in for a quick hug, his delicious, toasted bread scent washing over me as he pulled out my chair for me.

Once I was seated, he took his own place to the left of me. To the right were my girls, and opposite us were Jeremy and Devon.

The girls were already eying up the food with a ravenous look.

“I think we better feed our feral beasties,” I said, grabbing one of their plates as Devon did the same, loading them up with a little bit of everything.

As we did so, Nate took my plate and started filling it, automatically thinking of me before himself.

It was a small gesture, but it was those small things that the guys did every day that made me feel so utterly loved and cherished by them.

“Merry Christmas,” Jeremy grinned, looking at me as he lifted another potato onto Poppy’s plate.

“Merry Christmas, Duckie.”

“I can’t eat another bite!” Devon exclaimed, leaning back in his chair and patting his belly.

I groaned, “I feel like I’m already three months pregnant,” I said, rubbing my now bloated belly. It was worth every bite. The meal was so delicious I almost regretted being full.

“How about an evening of Christmas movies with the girls?” Nate asked, his tone thick with that sleepiness that came with eating a damn good meal.

“That sounds perfect,” I hummed in agreement as Petunia clambered into my lap. Poppy was already in Jeremy’s as he used several napkins to wipe the food off her face.

“I’ll go set up the sofa nest in the living room… just as soon as I’m able to move,” Nate mumbled, making me laugh.

“I think we are all stuck for a while,” I said.

“There are worse places to be stuck,” Jeremy said. “Hey Nate, has work actually been leaving you alone?” he asked.

Nate shrugged. “I don’t know honestly. I turned off my work phone. If those—” he looked at our daughters, thinking about what he was about to say “Poopy heads can’t appreciate I’m taking time off during the holidays, well that’s their problem!”

“They must be mourning the loss of their workaholic,” I smiled at him.

“Of course they miss me, I’m amazing,” Nate declared, making us all laugh.

We didn’t get up from the table for almost an hour, opting to sit around and chat instead of actually moving.

Eventually the girls became restless and wanted to move.

“Help daddy set up the nest,” I told Poppy, handing her one of the throw pillows out of the wardrobe. She grabbed it eagerly, running out of the room to go find Nate, who was overseeing the creation of the living room nest.

Movie nights had always been one of my favorite activities. We would push the two large sofas together, fill it with blankets and pillows and cuddle together in a big ol’ snuggle puddle.

It was ridiculously comfortable, and there weren’t many better ways to spend a night.

“I love this, it’s so festive!” I said as I took in the familiar nest with a few new additions.

“I feel like the snowmen and Christmas tree blankets added a nice little seasonal flair,” Jeremy said as he rearranged several of them to ensure we could crawl in with ease. Poppy and Petunia were also helping him, but their assistance was somewhat more chaotic. Several times he had to fix their pillow arrangements that were so tall they were bound to topple over.

I crawled into the nest next to Jeremy, pulling my girls in for a hug as Devon played with the remote getting a Christmas movie on.

Nate on my left, Jeremy on my right, and Devon in between my legs while I gave him head scratches, and both my girls curled up with me.

There was nothing more perfect.

Daisy

“When do they start sleeping normally?” Devon asked, craning his neck to the side as he watched Petunia sleep.

“I’m not sure honestly.”

“That can’t be comfortable,” he muttered, shaking his head. Petunia had decided to sleep on her knees, face pressed into the mattress, butt up in the air.

It was adorable, but also slightly disconcerting because Devon was right. There was no way that could be comfortable.

“I’ll look it up online…. Tomorrow,” Devon said as he placed his hand on my back, gently guiding me out of the girls room to the kitchen where Jeremy and Nate were cleaning.

“They all asleep? Nate asked.

“Dead to the world,” I confirmed. “Damn, you cleaned up fast!” I exclaimed, looking around the kitchen, which was sparkling.

“Well, we had a few more plans for the evening before you got too tired,” Nate said with a smirk.

My body reacted to his hungry look, my core tightening, my pussy crying out with need. I had already been knotted several times over the course of the day, but one hungry look from my alphas and I was dripping and desperate to go again.

I don’t know how long it would take for me to get pregnant, but oh my, we were going to enjoy trying.

“Well I guess you better get me to the nest!” I said, turning and walking out of the room as the scurrying of movement clattered behind me as all my alphas converged on me.

I didn’t make it five steps before I was scooped up into a strong pair of arms as Nate carried me in a fireman’s hold straight into the nest, the rest of our pack mates hot on his heels.

“We’ve got some important festive business to attend to!” he declared, lightly throwing me into the nest as I giggled.

“Didn’t you see to that business today? Several times, in fact?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.

“Oh, my love, we intend to be very thorough,” Devon said, standing at the foot of the nest, pulling his shirt off.

“If you’re going to do a job, you may as well do it right,” I smirked, leaning up on my elbows to watch as they stripped off their clothes, thoroughly enjoying the show.

As soon as they were naked, they dove into the nest, tugging at my clothing.

“No rock, paper, scissors?” I asked with a giggle.

Jeremy grabbed my thighs, pulling me down the nest so he could rip off my mistletoe pattern leggings, leaning down to give my clit a quick nip, sending sparks through my body.

“Well, looks like our girl is ready to go,” Jeremy said, “She’s soaked.”

“I mean, a bit of teasing can be fun…” Devon suggested.

I sat up, ignoring the clenching of Jeremy’s hands on my thighs as he grumbled unhappily as he was no longer face first in my pussy. “I swear to god if any of you guys tease me tonight you will be out of the nest and your chances of getting me pregnant will be next to nothing,” I growled, glaring at them.

Three sets of eyes widened at my words, and they all nodded mutely.

“Okay then, will someone knot me?” I asked pointedly.

“I volunteer!” Devon declared, holding his hand in the air.

“Too slow,” Jeremy laughed, sitting up on his knees, using the hands on my thighs to pull me to him.

Right onto his cock.

The angle hit places inside of me that were hardly discovered. My back was bowed off the bed and were it not for the orgasmic sensation of his cock stretching me, it probably would have been a bit sore.

Leaning up slightly on my elbows, I watched Jeremy, a smug, pleased look on his face as he started to move.

And fuck, he moved.

I was putty in his hands. The grip on the flesh of my ass gave him total control to glide my pussy up and down his length repeatedly.

“Fuck,” I groaned, throwing my head back.

“I think she’s already close. Look at her face,” Nate mused from the edge of the nest where he and Devon were watching, both their cocks painfully erect.

I didn’t even have the ability to form a witty retort in my mind, let alone speak it out loud. My brain was short circuiting, focused only on the feel of my walls being stretched repeatedly in the best way possible.

“Of course she’s close. Our girl is hungry for cock, isn’t she?” Jeremy cooed, leaning forward to kiss me as he maintained that quick, maddening pace. My pussy was already weeping over his cock, coating him in a layer of slick and just begging for another knot.

“Only yours,” I insisted, glancing around at my pack mates.

“Good girl,” Nate praised.

“Luckily, we have plenty of cock for you,” Devon grinned, pumping his own as a bead of precum leaked from the tip.

“Lucky girl,” I sighed, as my core started to tighten. “Oh fu—”

“I’m not going to last long, a hand?” He directed the last part over his shoulder, addressing his pack mates.

Devon sidled up to me, smirking as he leaned forward, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and nipping at it lightly before kissing it. His hand trailed down, gently thumbing my clit in time to Jeremy’s thrusts.

Pinned under the hands of two of my alphas, I begged mindlessly, for cum, for knots, for more.

I could feel every one of them so clearly through our mate bond. The hunger, the desperation. Every one of their cocks filled me perfectly, like I was made for them and only them. Their potent arousals were only egging my own on.

God, I wanted to bite them again.

And again.

Everywhere.

Devon nipped harder, and Jeremy’s thrusts grew frenzied as his knot expanded.

It was too much. The mix of so many sensations crashed into me at once and my world exploded at the same time Jermey’s cock started to pulse, filling me with rope after rope of his cum.

“Greedy girl,” Jeremy hummed, leaning back and giving me a hungry look as he did his best to catch his breath.

“Yep,” I declared happily, leaning back. As I moved, his knot tugged at me, making my pussy flood with slick. Jeremy closed his eyes and groaned at the sensation.

It took a few minutes for Jeremy’s knot to go down, and Devon was already waiting in place.

Springing to my knees, I crawled across the nest, to where Nate was kneeling, sitting back on his heels watching the show. He was pulling on his cock in an almost teasing way.

“Can I have a taste?” I asked sweetly, biting my lip.

“You know you never have to ask,” he said, removing his hand as his eyes never left mine.

Leaning forward, I gently kissed the tip, salty-sweet precum exploding across my taste buds. Nate’s hand landed in my hair and he hummed. My pack mates tasted incredible, every fucking one of them. I had lucked out big time because I was ravenous for their tastes.

I liked it when he took control, when he used my mouth.

“Take it all,” he instructed lightly. The grip in my hair, a promise of the filthiest kind as he encouraged me to sink my lips around his cock, gliding down to the base.

I did what I was told, looking him in the eyes the entire time.

Behind me, I spread my knees, displaying my cum-covered pussy to Devon and Jeremy—an invitation.

Hands grasped at my hips, and the head of a cock rested against my lips, teasing me. I would have complained but my mouth was full.

“Swallow around my cock while your pussy gets fucked,” Nate ordered, his grip tightening.

Fuck yes.

I wanted them to use me and knot me until I couldn’t see straight anymore.

The first thrust of Devon’s cock had me whimpering. Between my pussy and my mouth being stuffed, I felt impossibly full in the best way.

This is what it meant to be an omega in a pack, orgasm after glorious orgasm. I wanted them all constantly, any way I could have them.

I knew it was Devon behind me, plunging into my sore and well-used pussy. I could tell every one of my guys apart blindfolded. I knew because we had experimented with that once a while back.

Turns out I knew my alphas’ cocks very well.

My clit throbbed as I tried to focus on getting Nate as close to the edge as possible. Only Devon’s thrusts were demanding and hard to ignore as my legs shook so violently, I knew they were going to give out when I came again.

Nate’s cock glided across my throat, his moans increasing as I worked the muscles of my mouth around him. When his cock started to throb, straining against my throat, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and a rush of wetness escaped me.

The hand in my hair tightened, pulling my mouth off his cock, craning my head so I was facing him.

He was smirking down at me with a blazing hunger in his eyes.

He tutted, “You’re not allowed to make me come yet, omega. My cum is for your pussy,” he informed me as I whined. “Fuck, you’re so pretty taking your alpha’s cock, such a good omega.”

My body lit up at his praise, and I pouted at him, wanting his cock in my mouth again.

Nate shook his head. “The next time you get my cock, it’ll be when I’m coming so deep in your pussy that you can feel it everywhere while I breed you, I’m going to fuck my cum so deeply into it, you’ll be wearing my scent for months.”

There was no warning that an orgasm was imminent, but at Nate’s words it slammed into me like a truck so suddenly, my body convulsed with the sheer strength of it.

“Holy fuck, man,” Devon groaned, his thrust becoming uneven. “You just turned her pussy into a vice.”

He kept fucking me through my release, Nate watching my face with a satisfied look as I scrambled to come back to reality.

“Too much,” I whimpered, but I didn’t mean it at all. “Need more, fuck.”

“Tell Devon what you want, like a good girl,” Nate said, leaning forward and nipping at my neck. One of his hands curled around my throat, keeping me firmly in place and putting just a little delicious pressure on it. I was putty in their hands. They could pin me, move me, and fuck me any way they wanted.

“I need your knot, Devon, please, fuck. I need you to fuck your cum and your knot into me, “ I babbled, never looking away from Nate, whose hungry gaze was making my pussy weep.

“Take my cum, omega,” Devon growled, trusting one last time as his knot expanded rapidly, stuffing me perfectly full as he unloaded into me.

Nate leaned forward, taking my lips in his in a soft yet demanding kiss as my body convulsed in joy at getting another knot.

If I didn’t know better, I would have thought I was in heat, because I had taken knot after knot all day, and still wanted more.

It took a bit for Devon’s knot to deflate, but as we waited, we laid on the bed, him hovering over me, placing gentle kisses along my neck and back.

I hummed at the sensation, thoroughly blissed out on knots. Jeremy ran his hand through my hair, muttering words of praise.

Nate crawled over my prone body. “Are you sure? We don’t need to…”

“Fuck me, Nate. Now,” I growled, but the impact of my tone was lessened by the fact I was close to passing out from all the delightful orgasms.

But I couldn’t leave one of my guys out. I needed all of them.

Nate chuckled, “As you wish, omega.” He kissed the back of my neck and I lifted my ass in the air, unable to do much else, presenting my pussy to him.

His thrusts were different, slower and more measured. It wasn’t frenzied like the last two fuckings I had received. It was a gradual build. Like the embers of a fire slowly gathering strength.

He never wavered, never sped up or slowed down. Simply keeping up the measured, powerful pace that made my pussy weep with need.

“You’re so full of us, omega,” he hummed, kissing the spot under my ear. “I fucking love it when you’re messy and full of us. Yet your pussy still wants more. You’re perfect,” he cooed softly.

“Yes,” I moaned, biting at the pillow, thrusting my ass back to meet his movements.

When our releases hit us, it wasn’t as frantic and electric as they usually were. It was a burning pleasure that consumed me from head to toe, my body shaking under the strong movements of my alpha.

“Take every drop of my cum and let me breed you, beautiful,” Nate murmured as his knot expanded, filling me with even more cum.

“I think that’s a job well done,” Jeremy smirked, wiping my hair out of my eyes with a love filled look.

“I love you, Daisy,” Nate said.

“I love you too,” I hummed, unable to lean back and kiss him, my body languid.

“This is so fucking hot,” Devon said reverently, laying on his back next to us, his cock already hardening again.

“It’ll be a shocker if I’m not pregnant now,” I murmured sleepily as Nate fucked me, and softly kissed every inch of skin he could reach, wringing every last tremor of my release out from me.

“Well, if you’re not, we are going to enjoy pumping you full of cum until you are,” Devon said, and they all made noises of agreement.

“Best. Christmas. Ever.” I mumbled, before the pull of sleep became too strong and I passed out, still locked on Nate’s knot.

Daisy

Valentine’s day

Today was the day. Saint Valentine’s day, the day of love and romance.

I wasn’t too fussed about a single day dedicated to romance when I was constantly being swept off my feet by three wonderful alphas, but I understood its allure.

Before them, I had dreamed one day, I would have a guy willing to get me flowers once a year.

Instead, I had three guys that constantly bought me flowers, so on Valentine’s day they went all out, filling my entire nest with bouquets of sunflowers and carnations, my favorites, so when I woke I was drenched in their delicious smell.

Then there were the gifts. Chocolate of all varieties, including gift cards to our favorite ice cream shop, and several beautiful pillows for my nest—all in the perfect level of softness and texture. They knew me that well.

They had even bought each of the girls flowers, a bouquet of poppies and petunias, along with a pair of adorable stuffed bears. Devon had organized a sitter, so we were going out for dinner together—they had wanted a fancy restaurant, but I had insisted on a take out burger and fries. I needed them, viciously so.

Once we got home Jeremy had pulled off his coat. “I’ll get a bottle of wine open. How does some nest snuggles sound?” he asked.

“Perfect,” I moaned, trailing after him. “My back kills.”

“I’ll give you a back rub,” Nate said, walking past me and kissing the top of my head. “Go to the nest, I’ll meet you there.”

I nodded up at him. “Okay, I’ve also got another gift for all of you,” I said with a smile.

“Another gift?” Devon asked. “Is it a naked omega?” he asked, excitement lacing his voice.

“It’s not,” I giggled. “Too sleepy for naked fun right now,” I grumbled.

“Whatever it is, we will love it,” Jeremy said as he headed towards the kitchen.

Devon noticed the look I gave Jeremy’s retreating back. “What’s that frown for?” he asked with a laugh.

“How can he say he’ll love anything? Is he being a shifty liar about liking my gifts,” I said, my voice trailing off in a hiss.

It was a playful hiss.

Mostly.

Devon laughed. “We love anything that comes from you. Christmas was a huge win,” he said.

I tried my best to keep my face still, the mention of my Christmas gift sent my heart rate rocketing.

“Okay, nest time,” I rushed to say, hurrying down the corridor in the direction of the girls’ room.

I couldn’t go to bed without checking on them. The sitter had assured us they had behaved like total angels—that had made me giggle, because no matter how sweet my daughters were, they were entering that phase of life where they relished using the word “no”.

Both girls were piled into the same bed, cuddled up close to each other. Petunia’s red curls were absolutely everywhere. Poppy would undoubtedly be the same by morning. They would go to sleep looking all cute and tidy, then wake up looking like they stuck their fingers in electrical sockets.

Giving each of them a quick kiss, I pulled their blankets around them tighter before quietly padding out of the room towards the nest. I knew that the guys were most likely going to look in on them as well before coming to the nest.

Too tired to shower, I threw on a comfy pair of pajamas and crawled into my nest as the guys filtered in.

Before I left the bathroom, I quickly grabbed my gift from underneath the sink where I had hidden it that morning. The problem with us being so close to one another was that it was very difficult to actually hide something from my pack mates. Yes, that was a good thing, but when it came to gift giving, it could be a pain in the butt.

My nest was the best place in the house. Grabbing one of my new fluffy pillows, I hugged it to my chest as I nestled down in the blankets.

Devon strode into the room wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. The guys didn’t tend to wear much when we slept in the nest together. We had bedrooms, and sometimes I would sneak into their beds in the middle of the night, but more often than not, we ended up piling into the nest. A big pack cuddle puddle was the best thing to cure all ailments.

“The girls are dead to the world,” Nate laughed as he wandered over to the bathroom and Devon slid under the covers, pulling me into his chest. He was radiating heat, so I splayed over him. He didn’t even complain when I placed my ice-cold feet on his legs to warm up.

“They are going to be omegas,” I said in a sleepy voice.

“I think you might be right there,” Devon agreed. “God help us. They are never allowed to become teenagers.”

“I think it’s kind of inevitable,” I said, scrunching up my nose.

Devon’s response was cut off as Jeremy entered the nest with several glasses and a bottle of wine, placing them on the bedside table, stripping off his clothes and throwing them on a nearby arm chair and sliding into the nest.

My final pack mate wasn’t far behind. Even though I was flanked on each side, he leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. We had an unofficial sleeping arrangement where they took turns getting to cuddle with me.

It didn’t always work out that way because sometimes in the night my needy omega would choose a random pack mate, and they would need to be cuddled.

“Do you want some wine?” Jeremy asked, pouring a glass.

I scrunched my nose. “Actually, I think I’m going to pass,” I said. “I’m so full of burger I can’t think straight.”

Jeremy nodded with a smile, handing a glass to Nate.

“So, what is this final gift for us?” Devon asked.

I looked between them. “Who wants to open it?” I asked, reaching under the pillow and pulling out the small gift box.

“Considering I’m the only one who isn’t holding something, I guess I’m the best option,” Devon said with a smirk, holding out his hand and making a grabby motion.

I passed the present over to him with a smile.

He ripped off the paper without any hesitation, opening the box. It wasn’t until he looked inside that his movements stilled. “Is this what I think it is?” He asked.

That peaked Jeremy and Nate’s attention. They both craned their necks in an attempt to see what it was, but the parcel was out of reach.

“What is it?” Jeremy asked. “Last time Daisy gave us a box like that it was her birth control pills.”

“Well…” Devon chuckled, pulling out the item and holding it up. “I think this gift is a direct consequence of that.”

In his hand was the small blue pregnancy test, with clear, bold words on the little screen that said Pregnant.

Everyone’s gaze turned to me, and my face spread into a giant grin.

“Daisy?” Nate asked, his words trailing off.

I nodded, unable to stop grinning. “I took the test this morning. I was feeling a little nauseous, so I thought it was worth a shot. I took a bunch of the digital pregnancy tests and it looks like you guys managed to get me pregnant bang on Christmas Day.”

Every one of the guys was still for a moment, and then it was like something snapped. All at once, all three alphas converged on me, hugging me, kissing me, wrapping me in their arms.

“This is amazing! Holy hell,” Jeremy mumbled into my hair. They were all holding onto me so tightly, I was surprised I could breathe.

“It looks like our Christmas day antics worked,” Devon beamed.

“Oh, it’ll 100% be mine,” Nate smirked as he lightly gripped my ankle.

Jeremy shook his head. “No way, it’ll be me knotting her in the shower!”

Nate frowned. “I was the one who knotted her in the shower!”

I giggled. “I think considering how many times I was fucked and knotted that day, there’s going to be no telling which daddy contributed the DNA.”

I wasn’t concerned with their playful banter, I knew that no matter who technically fathered the baby they would all love them and be their dad. They had taken on the girls without even batting an eye, and they had told me time and time again how we were a family.

Part of me wanted to ask if they were happy, I still had moments of being unsure, but it was hard to imagine they weren’t when they were all beaming at me in utter joy.

“Christmas babies!” Jeremy cooed, squeezing me tightly.

“We can call them Christopher! Or Nick! Go festive.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “What if it’s a girl?”

They all looked between one another, their faces going pale. “Another daughter…” Devon said. “We are going to have to beat up so many teenage boys.”

“No you won’t!” I giggled, playfully hitting his chest.

“It’s a boy. Has to be.” Nate shrugged, but he was grinning. “I love you,” he said, leaning forward to kiss me again.

“I don’t know, Daisy makes cute girls. Maybe Noelle? Or Holly?” Jeremy asked.

“I like those,” I smiled as Jeremy rested his hand on my non-existent bump. I wiggled backwards into his arms, relishing in the warm embrace of my pack.

My family was perfect, and it was getting bigger.