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Mira did everything in her control to ensure that, from the moment Rumi had confessed her omega status to the end of Mira and Zoey’s heats, there would be no need for them to interact with the outside world. That may seem a bit drastic but, in Mira’s defense, they had never officially taken that three month hiatus they’d originally planned. And, as was always the case, trying to go outside as a trio of international pop stars without getting mobbed could be a real bitch.

Normally, coordination like this fell moreso to Rumi and, always, Bobby. But between the emotional hangover of having healed the honmoon, being exposed as a demon, and coming out as an omega, Rumi was understandably a little fried. So Mira wanted to do this for her. Solve this problem. Define these boxes and sharpen these lines. 

And, thus far, it had worked. Between grocery deliveries, periodic takeout orders, an absolute onslaught of backlogged movies and tv shows Zoey had wanted them to watch, they’d stayed home. There also was the matter of Rumi’s recent heat, which had kept them very, very busy for a whopping seven fucking days. What a gauntlet that had been. 

But now, there was a break in the line. A box opened. Some sleazy ‘journalism’ company had, in lieu of the trio’s absence, started digging into their personal business. Looking for an opportunity to generate viewership in the absence of better content. Looking to stir the pot.

And they’d found something. Somehow, some creep had gotten a hold of their call logs and figured out that they’d been in contact with an omega clinic. Thankfully Bobby had coordinated for the doctor they’d used to navigate Rumi’s transition off suppressants to make a house call, so there was no photo trail to prove they’d done anything, but the call log was enough. 

There was significant traffic online about it. Why had a group of women who, by all accounts, were two alphas and a beta, been in contact with an omega clinic? 

The main public opinion was wildly off. The most common theory online was that one of the girls had a secret omega lover. And things were spinning out of control from there. Rumors that one of the girls had knocked up a fan were circulating. Claims that their newest songs were somehow hints at this were trending. It was a fucking dumpster fire.

Mira breathed in. Breathed out. Clenched her fists til the tendons popped out, and then released her grip. Her phone screen lit up. A call from Bobby.

“Hi Bobby” Mira said, voice cool and detached. Don’t let him know how much this is rattling you, Mira reminded herself. Stay calm. Bobby was an expert fixer. A true beta, he thrived in the world of peacemaking and placating. Everything would be okay.

“Things are not okay right now” Bobby opened. Mira’s mental reassurances took a spectacular nosedive. So fucking much for that. “But they’re going to be” Bobby followed up. Mira took another step of deep breaths, in and out. Soothe yourself. There has to be a way out.

“The biggest issue is your producers” Bobby said. “In my humble opinion, you all have more than enough historic positive image to wait this out without having to make a statement. At least in terms of Huntrix.”

“The problem is that I can’t say the same about the production company.” Mira snorted incredously. “Of fucking course” she replied, voice instantly sliding into a place of agitated understanding.

Their production company was half the reason Mira had started speaking out on idol culture issues in the first place. Much to the organization’s chagrin, Mira might add. 

It was common place for musical groups to be strategically grouped up. An alpha in the group was mandatory. Needed leader presence, the execs always argued. It was already a huge fucking issue in the beginning when Celine had laid out for their producers that Rumi was to be the centerpiece. A beta leading the group was unpalatable for the senior leadership board of the company. Betas were, generally speaking, the least likely to be present in musical groups anyways for general PR purposes.

Mira was only just coming to understand what an absolute fucking nightmare it had been for Rumi to fit into the box of beta that Celine had decided they needed to hide her in. Constant doctors visits, medication refills, unfortunate side effects.

One of the main reasons that Celine had decided to hide Rumi’s omega status was ultimately a PR move. If it had been an uphill battle to convince their producers that a beta could lead the group, convincing them that an omega could would’ve been actually impossible.

Fucking society. In an ideal world, to their executives, the group would be on suppressants at basically all times. They had tried, early on, to demand that of Mira and Zoey. Mira had fought tirelessly against it, but that meant they’d had to create an absolutely insane calendar to ensure that their breaks between tours and albums lined up with Mira and Zoey’s ruts. It would’ve been unacceptable for their ruts to interrupt an opportunity to put cash in the company’s pockets, after all.

Unbeknownst to Mira and Zoey, Rumi actually had been on medication that whole time. Mira shuddered at the thought. But regardless. Their parent company had, numerous times, come under fire for their dubious practices on group dynamics. Their fans were a pretty liberal group. The traditional model of strict hormonal management was an increasingly frowned up conservative concept. The company was struggling to justify it.

And now there was the matter of the rumors. “The producers want you guys to make a public statement addressing the call log. They’ve already come up with a cover story and, unfortunately, you’re the centerpiece of that” Bobby explained. 

Mira let out a dry chuckle. “And how the fuck are they planning on pulling that off?” Mira inquired. She already felt tired at the notion. “You’re the group advocate” Bobby said. Mira could almost smell Bobby through the phone, knew he was instinctively pumping out his signature soothing scent as he pitched the concept. 

“You were simply doing research for your public opinions on omega rights” Bobby pitched, heart clearly not in it. “The producers have already sent me over the script. A curt statement on omega rights, sanitized enough to pass off as the company making a progressive statement without actually committing to any kind of meaningful change.”

Mira groaned. “So they want to take advantage of the fact that I have, historically, made them look bad by contradicting our company policies” Mira summarized. Bobby hummed in solemn agreement. 

“They want Rumi and Zoey there as well, just as a way of demonstrating that the whole group is in on it. Also to hopefully contradict some of the fans’ notions that you or Zoey have skipped town to tend to your secret omega lover who is also pregnant.” 

Mira’s brain stuttered. “This is supposed to be an in-person announcement?” Mira asked, a sense of heavy dread settling over her bones. “Well. Yes.” Bobby said carefully. “You all are supposed to be on hiatus, obviously, but the company is insistent that this cannot simply be an online statement.”

“I know it’s not ideal” Bobby began, “but it sort of makes sense. And if we’re going to keep up our contract, I don’t think there’s any getting out of it.” Mira frowned, lower lip wedging between her teeth in thought. 

“There are some. How do I say this. Difficult to pivot around issues with that” Mira replied slowly. She coud feel Bobby’s pregnant pause over the phone as he digested not only her words, but her tone.

“Hit me” he finally said. She could hear how Bobby’s mental state had shifted, from placating to problem solving. She and Bobby were alike in that way, both determined to fix things. 

“Zoey and I have bitemarked Rumi. One of the bitemarks is pretty visible” Mira said. For the first time, she felt a little guilty about their decision to do so. While it was undeniable that the trio were soulmates and Rumi, desperate with her heat, had craved their teeth, it was undeniably going to make things so much more complicated.

Mira listened as Bobby sucked air in sharply through his teeth. Could imagine him pinching his brow between his forefinger and thumb, the way he did when he was given a truly challenging riddle to solve.

“Okay.” Bobby said, voice all calibration and mathematic. “The good thing about that is it means Rumi’s new omega scent is going to be muted. So it’ll be easier to maintain the notion that she’s still a beta.”

“But she’ll have to wear something to cover up the bitemark. The fans would absolutely explode if they saw it, the rumormill would go even crazier than it already is.” Bobby explained. Mira sat silently. Knew he was right. Knew this was the path of least resistance. 

But Rumi wouldn’t want to cover herself. Not again. Not when she had just finally begun to let herself breathe, after all the years of covering up her patterns. Mira’s heart twisted at the thought of delivering this plan onto her. 

“I think it’s still feasible. It’ll be key though that we keep the producers from realizing that you all have begun a relationship though, especially the fact that you’ve marked Rumi.”

A weight was settled onto Mira’s shoulders as the reality of the situation really hit her, heavy and solemn. “There’s no way out of this” she said finally, voice growing detached. She heard Bobby sigh quietly over the phone. 

“Not unless we go with the nuclear option. I know you all have debated leaving the company for years. That’ll be a hell of a fight, but if you all ever decide we have to go that route, you know I’ll do everything I can to make it happen.”

Mira’s heart lightened the tiniest degree at Bobby’s loyalty. He was, after the girls, one of the biggest things that moved Mira into healing from her family’s abuse towards her. His resolute dedication and love for them soothed a hurt in Mira’s soul. 

“I have to talk this over with Rumi and Zoey” Mira said, voice shifting into conclusion. “I don’t know how it’s going to go. I mean. Not well, obviously. But I don’t know yet what option we’re going to land on. I’ll keep you posted.”

“Please do” Bobby replied, voice honest and even. Mira nodded quickly, though Bobby obviously couldn’t see her. “Bye Bobby” she said, clicking the end call button before he’d gotten the chance to say his own goodbye. He wouldn’t be offended. Knew Mira was moving faster than he could conceive, already. 

Mira drummed her fingers on the tops of her thighs. She was all energy now, mind spinning as she tried to piece together the best solution. She waited, silent and pensive, for Zoey to finish up streaming and come out of her room and for Rumi to inevitably wander out seeking Mira’s warmth. 

It was maybe an hour til that happened. Mira had hardly moved, stuck in contemplation. Her eyes flickered to the girls as they emerged and she knew that they both clocked her mood immediately. 

Rumi sat beside Mira and draped her legs over Mira’s lap, seeking contact. Mira smiled softly and cradled Rumi’s legs, running idle patterns and reassurances across Rumi’s denim clad legs. Rumi was so open now, so honest in her craving of contact. 

Zoey sat on the ottoman across from Mira. Her eyes were bright, but cautious. “What’s going on? Did Bobby call?” Zoey questioned. Both of the other girls knew already, of course, about the rumors. Mira presumed that Zoey had to avoid a lot of unfortunate questions from her chat while streaming. Rumi had gone on phone strike, avoiding the internet entirely while they waited for Bobby to figure out how to fix this.

“The company wants us to make an in-person, public statement” Mira said, cutting to the chase. “Bobby already emailed me the info. A morning talkshow segment with a politically moderate company. Host is usually pretty tame.” 

“I’m supposed to lead it. The gist is that we’re blaming the phone call on my interest in omega advocacy.” Mira explained. She watched as Rumi and Zoey digested this info. Rumi was beginning to fold in on herself, already putting guilt onto herself like a well worn coat. Zoey was shifting into anger, scent sparking from its usual sweetness into something almost nauseating.

“Easy” Mira said, voice strict with warning as she stared Zoey down hard. Zoey breathed in and out, steadily, just like Mira had taught her. Mira nodded quietly in recognition. 

“We’re going to have to hide the bitemarks” Rumi said, already doing the mental math and processing the inevitable conclusion of this story. Mira nodded silently. Smelled Zoey fighting not to go apeshit with indignant rage.

“Or we can leave the company. It might be time to suit up for battle” Mira said, voice wedged solidly into a serious tone. She felt the weight of the room tilt. Rumi into terror at the ambiguity of their fate. Zoey into righteous anger, tempered by concern for Rumi.

“I’m not ready yet” Rumi said finally. Mira felt the weight on her shoulders shove her down another degree. Rumi swallowed thickly. “I can’t do it. Not before I… Not before Celine. I need to figure that out first.”

Mira felt heat rising in her chest. Mira and Zoey both knew that Rumi’s relationship with Celine couldn’t be concluded the way that Mira and Zoey had addressed their own familial issues. As shitty as Mira’s family had been to her, in a way it was a blessing. Uncomplicated in the fact that they deserved to be cut off entirely. And Zoey, a child of divorce and split family household drama, simply kept careful distance.

But Rumi wanted Celine in her life. Wanted it desperately. And it was going to take a lot of fucking work and a hell of a therapist to figure out how to navigate that. They’d all resolved that they were going to get through their hiatus before touching that nerve. Rumi needed to let a scab form over the wound first. 

“I can layer up for one day. We’ll tackle the future of Huntrix after we weather this storm” Rumi said, clearly shifting back into leadership zone. Her shoulders straightened and she assumed a quiet, resolute strength.

Mira’s heart twisted at the sight. This wasn’t what she’d wanted. Wanted to take this burden away from Rumi, keep her safe and let her process her grief without the obligation of leading the team. Zoey broke Mira out of her contemplation. “What about our ruts?” 

And fuck. There it was. The ticking timebomb of this confession. “We have to move quickly” Mira replied. “By my calculations we’ve got maybe two days before they hit. I thought we were lucky that Rumi’s heat didn’t trigger our ruts, but now it seems like that would’ve been helpful given we’d be clear by now.”

Rumi face flushed the faintest pink. “I don’t know if we’d have any furniture left if that had happened though” she said, quiet and shy and honest. “Fair. Also I think that much fucking would’ve conquered our birth control, quiet frankly” Zoey added.

Mira felt heat twist low in her abdomen at the thought. That was a kink to address later. Maybe years later. She shoved the thought down, low and layered. Not right now.

“We’ve gotta move. Bobby’s already sent me the script. We’ll make an appearance tomorrow morning and wrap this whole nightmare up by noon.” Mira said, voice crisp and official. “Wrap it up like the condoms we need to start wearing” Zoey said, voice mirthful and eyes twinkling with entertainment. Mira’s eye twitched.

Because Zoey had seen through her, of course. Rumi’s face had flushed a degree pinker. Her patterns didn’t glow since her heat had concluded, but Mira knew if she were in heat they’d be fucking magenta right now.

Zoey was dancing on her nerves. Couldn’t help but do it, was always drawn to Mira’s clean lines and came at them with a well worn eraser and a smudge of water. Zoey shifted forward on the ottoman, wedged herself between Mira and Rumi so they’d both be subjected to her torture.

“You like that idea, don’t you alpha?” Zoey murmured, voice low. Her scent had shifted back into sweetness, but it took on a dangerous edge. The threat of a toothache sunk into Mira’s quickly sharpening canines. 

“Do you want to see our omega, round with the weight of our pups?” Zoey crooned. Something snapped in Mira. If Zoey’s sweetness was glossed over with a mirror glaze then the smooth surface had just cracked into a million fissures. 

“I’m not playing this game with you” Mira said, voice drenched in angry warning. She schooled her face into something severe, ignored her quickly thickening cock underneath her jeans. Mira’s eyes flickered to Rumi, heart twisting with dark dread in fear of what she’d find. Mira didn’t want to freak Rumi out, so fresh into her proper presentation and just starting to figure out her desires.

Mira did not find something worth dreading, at least not in the way she’d imagined. Rumi’s face was nearly purple with flush and her eyes were shining. Her lower lip was wedged between her teeth like a prayer. Mira could see the imprint of her teeth heavy in the flesh of her lips. Mira sucked in a breath, desperately trying to level out.

“I think you’d like to play” Zoey countered, grinning wolfishly. “I think that even you lose this game you’d really enjoy the consolation prize.” Zoey’s hand drifted between Mira’s legs, found her stubbornly hard and starting to leak beneath the denim. Rumi gasped quietly and Mira ground her teeth so hard they threatened to crack.

“We can’t afford to trigger our heats” Mira warned, but felt her resolve straining to hold. It had been increasingly difficult to maintain boundaries as of late, Mira knew. Something about Rumi’s heat hormones, about the intoxicating knowledge that they’d finally claimed her, was twisting Mira’s normally unshakeable nerves and making them tweak and ache for release. 

“We have two days, according to your calculations” Zoey teased, leaning forward til her mouth brushed the shell of Mira’s ear. Mira felt the whisper of Zoey’s canines, protruding with threat and desire.

And then, Zoey shifted gears. Mira took in a shaky breath of relief as Zoey’s hand released Mira’s bulge, but then Zoey turned to Rumi. Mira watched with quiet fascination, unable to move, as Zoey smiled warmly yet wickedly at Rumi.

“What do you want, baby?” Zoey crooned, all indulgence and pleasure. Rumi released her hold on her lower lip from its worrying and the flesh came back shining and swollen. 

“Do you like that idea too? Us breeding you properly? I know you loved taking our loads, loved when we locked them inside you and made you sit with our seed.” Mira was going to fucking pass out.

“I think you’d look absolutely wonderful, for what it’s worth” Zoey added, as if it were a light statement and not her pushing on the other girl’s nerves. “Think you’re meant to take us in and produce our pups, continue our legacy.”

Zoey leaned in and took Rumi’s mouth with hers, blissfully releasing Rumi from the burden of having to respond. Rumi whined into Zoey’s mouth immediately and Mira could feel from Rumi’s legs in her lap that she was already loosening with submission.

“I think you want it” Zoey said, releasing Rumi’s mouth with a wet pop. Rumi keened at the absence of Zoey’s weight against her lips. Her eyes were shining with want, with the need for her alpha to take away the weight of having to decide anything at all.

Mira’s hands moved, acting on autopilot before she could stop them, and parted Rumi’s thighs til she could reach their apex. Began rubbing insistent circles against the flap of her jeans and knew the weight of the fabric would wind Rumi up even more.

Zoey’s eyes caught the action and her face glowed with satisfaction. “I wonder which one of us you’d produce for first” Zoey said, voice taking on an air of mock pondering. “I think you should make me a pup first. I’m the only one brave enough to address the elephant in the room, so I’m the superior option.”

Mira’s scent flared, dark chocolate melting under fire and suffusing the room with warning. Zoey’s eyes flickered to Mira, condescending and cocky. “I think you want that too, Mira” Zoey said, grinning with smug satisfaction.

“Why else would you have restrained me like you did during Rumi’s heat? Tied me down so that when my loads were finally released they’d permeate her soul?” 

Mira’s emotions twisted at the accusation. Her brain spun, trying to calculate if there was any merit to Zoey’s claim. “You can’t prove that” Mira said finally. She knew, instantly, that the verbal parry was insufficient.

Zoey’s hands knocked Mira’s out of the way, claimed Rumi’s core with entitlement. Mira heard the whisper of Rumi’s zipper sliding down, felt the breeze of fabric worked past Rumi’s thighs and tossed to the floor.

“Here’s what I think” Zoey said, voice loud over Rumi’s whine as she started thumbing Rumi’s soaked clit. Quiet sounds of slick shifting filled the air as Zoey worked her fingers inside Rumi, sinking easily into wet heat. 

“I think you want to see it, Mira” Zoey said, voice somehow firm and conversational at the same time. “I think you want to be a part of it, me claiming Rumi. So you’re going to hold her for me, hold her down, while I shoot my load in our beloved omega.”

Mira’s head spun at the absolute filth spewing from Zoey’s mouth. This was absurd. Mira’s alpha instincts were scrambling for hold, to right the world in lieu of Zoey’s knothead claims. But there was a part of her, something deep down and vulnerable, that was rising with want at the notion. 

Zoey shifted Rumi til she sat between Mira’s spread legs. Rumi’ shoulders settled into Mira’s torso, solid and warm, and Mira cradled her omega on instinct. Rumi’s thighs parted til she was fully presenting herself to Zoey as the younger alpha dropped her pants and pulled her cock out, bobbing in the air and dripping precum.

“Make sure she doesn’t squirm too much” Zoey said, haughty and wicked. Mira obeyed numbly, wrapping Rumi up in such a way that she was lightly restrained and vulnerable to Zoey’s ministrations.

Zoey pressed into Rumi without resistance. Sunk down to the hilt and hummed with satisfaction. “You’d look so good pregnant” Zoey said, like the statement was nothing. Rumi whined high and needy. 

“Maybe we don’t do the statement after all” Zoey said breezily. “Maybe we confirm those secret pregnant omega lover rumors, just not the way anyone expected.”

Mira’s cock was desperately hard, trapped in the friction of Rumi’s body pressing against her as Zoey fucked her. Mira’s mind spun at the imagery, at the intoxicating notion of the world finally knowing that Rumi was theirs and they were siring heirs. 

Zoey had this way of withholding her orgasms that Mira couldn’t understand. For Mira, when an orgasm approached, it was undeniable and everpresent. She never lasted long once the cresting wave threatened its presence. But Zoey had this way of checking out of her own pleasure, humming casually as she focused her attention on the other person and staving off her own orgasm until she felt the other person fall apart. 

So the room filled with the sound of Zoey’s heavy smacks into Rumi’s core, the wet shlick of Zoey’s cock sliding easily in and out of Rumi’s trembling entrance. Mira’s hands drifted to Rumi’s thighs and she alternated running soft patterns and digging her nails in. 

Rumi’s orgasms were always a trembling thing, like a runner desperately trying to reach the finish line as their lungs collapsed from the effort. It hit her in stuttering waves, clenching down on Zoey’s cock again and again until it finally wrenched Zoey’s seed from her in a devastating tightening. 

Mira could’ve sworn she felt the hot spurts on her own skin. Rumi whined again and again, a blathering stream of neediness. Mira kissed the back of Rumi’s scalp with quiet, reassuring devotion as Rumi came again at the sensation of Zoey filling her up. 

“Haven’t knotted you yet” Zoey reminded them both, voice entirely too calm for what she’d done to Rumi. Mira craned her neck to see the weight of it, heavy and swollen and threatening entrance out of need. 

Rumi’s blathering reached a fever pitch as Zoey pushed further in, past Rumi’s seizing muscles til they gave way to the weight. Zoey shifted her hips to cram in further, to press into the deepest part of Rumi. Zoey came again, perfectly timed and methodical. She hummed in satisfaction as Rumi locked her in and the omega came again.

Mira groaned like she’d cum herself, though that impossible trapped as she was beneath them. Mira sat quietly, a mix of awe and frustration as Zoey’s seed, she presumed, was inevitably percolating Rumi’s shivering walls. 

It felt like an eternity before Zoey was able to pull out, knot deflated to a tolerable degree for her exit. Rumi grumbled at the absence but was clearly too sated to properly fight back. Her eyes were drifting closed and open again, grown content from the submission. 

Zoey lifted Rumi out from her place between Mira’s thighs and deposited her on the couch at a new angle, curled up in a ball with her head resting on the armrest so that she could still watch her alphas.

Zoey kneeled between Mira’s legs and unzipped her soaked fly. Shucked Mira’s pants down til her cock popped free, soaked with precum. Zoey hummed, pleased at the sight. And then her lips grazed the swollen head, an act of concession. 

“I still want your loads” Zoey said, voice shifting into something like allowance. Zoey could never hold the line long, Mira mused. There was something deep in Zoey’s soul that always meant she’d bend to Mira. Was drawn to submit to her like gravity, like nothing and no one else.

“But I don’t want you to cum in Rumi tonight. I want it for myself. How do you want me, Mira? Mouth or ass?” Zoey asked, kissing up and down Mira’s veined shaft. Mira let out a shuddering breath. “Mouth, need your mouth” Mira groaned, eyes fluttering closed and head thudding against the couch cushions. Usually Mira was wound tight for this particular act, but she was fluid and warm. 

Zoey hummed in agreement. “Good. I wanted to taste you anyways” Zoey said, voice vibrating against Mira’s length. Rumi made a soft, whiny noise, not in desire of attention but simply out of third party pleasure. She would be content to watch now, sated but still admiring.

Zoey wasn’t able to swallow Mira’s full length the way that Rumi could, but that hardly deterred her. She was everywhere at once. Played with Mira’s sack, heavy and tight with need, then kissed her way up and down Mira’s throbbing length. Worshipped the slit of her head with her tongue, lavishing a stream of precum out until Mira’s toes curled.

Zoey could take until about two inches down and then her throat would warn her to stop. She was content with this. Used Mira’s abundant precum to slick the rest of her length and work it over with her hands. Grazed the lightest hint of her nails over Mira’s sack, just the way she liked. 

When Mira came, Zoey didn’t swallow. Zoey liked to suck her off, but liked watching her spurt across Zoey’s chest more. Zoey angled herself to catch the load like ink on a canvas, white paint on her hardened nipples and goosebumped flesh.

“Good alpha” Zoey murmured softly, voice soaked with admiration. She leaned back down and kissed Mira’s cock again, not in teasing but in thanks. Smiled warmly up at Mira. “Didn’t trigger your heat” Zoey reminded her, voice knowing and smug. 

Mira’s eyes opened, only for her to roll them. “Always a brat” Mira replied, voice masquerading mockery that was betrayed by genuine fondness. Rumi hummed quietly, happy to have witnessed the act. Mira and Zoey gave twin smiles, ever soft for their omega.

“We’ll tackle tomorrow with grace” Mira finally said. “It’ll be fine, we’ll be fine. We always are. And then, when we’re ready, we’ll take the next steps.”

“Like breeding Rumi birth control free” Zoey quipped. Mira shoved Zoey off her softening cock. “Shut up” Mira groaned. Zoey chortled. It had been a joke, but Mira knew they were going to have come back to it eventually, properly. Not tonight though. Someday.

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For Zoey, the shift back into her public persona was jarring. It wasn’t that she was inauthentic, it was just… curated. Zoey had reached her hand inside her soul and plucked out the most appealing parts of herself and put them on a platter for the world.

Cute aesthetic. That one was easy and she did genuinely enjoy what she wore. Her buns were iconic and she knew it. High energy. That was true too, but the fans only saw a portion. They were allowed to see the sanitized side of her energy, the side that could escape via endearing rambling and infodumping on her hyperfixations. 

Humility. That one was a harder pill to swallow. When Zoey was asked during interviews how she felt about their fame and success, and she told them she couldn’t believe it, that was true. But it wasn’t because she didn’t believe she was capable of it. Moreso that she’d never believed she’d deserve the chance.

It was a requirement that Zoey be humble to even out Mira’s publicly perceived arrogance. Rumi and Zoey both always bristled at that description, but it was a common opinion. Mira’s brash dedication to her causes, her unwillingness not to speak out on what she believed it, made her appear bullheaded and stubborn. Which she was. But Rumi and Zoey loved it.

Unlike their producers. It was because of their producers, and some ill timed rumors, that Zoey was having to shift back into that persona in the first place. Crammed herself down into a shell two sized too small, shifted her cockiness into innocence. 

The public didn’t want two aggressive alphas. One of them had to be gentle, their producers claimed. And Zoey found it so deeply ironic that they’d looked at her and Mira and deemed Zoey the gentler one. It was a piece of the endless evidence that those jackasses didn’t fucking know them at all. 

Mira was careful control. Boundaries were only ever pressed to confirm their presence, and then resolutely respected thereafter. Zoey pressed boundaries for fun. To feel the electric feedback of friction catching against her behavior. And Rumi? Rumi put boundaries onto herself that the other girls could have never conceived of. 

And that was why, in spite of their idiocy, it had been a somewhat smart move on their record label owners to make Mira the spokesperson to smooth over their ‘scandal’. Zoey was liable to go off script. Rumi would execute it successfully on the outside, but suffocate under the responsibility internally. 

There was also the fact that this was all a bunch of bullshit. Zoey sat between Mira and Rumi during the car ride over to the talkshow studio in stubborn silence, eyes boring holes into the overly modest turtleneck Rumi was wearing. Hiding Zoey’s mark. Both her and Mira’s marks, technically, but it was Zoey’s bite that was the PR problem. High up on Rumi’s neck, a few inches below her earlobe. A bitch to hide.

Zoey grumbled, nearly silent, at that thought. Mira quirked a sculpted brow at the sound, while Rumi was too lost in thought to notice. The older alpha’s makeup clad face was carefully inquisitive, checking Zoey for signs of volatility. Zoey shook her head slightly, a quiet denial that Mira begrudgingly accepted. They couldn’t talk about it now, so close to the talkshow segment. Couldn’t risk ruffling an edge they’d only just smoothed.

Zoey felt the simmering anger in her belly tick up a notch at the thought that she had to hide her claim in the first place. Rumi was, by every account, the best thing that ever happened to Mira and Zoey. She’d given them their place in the world and she was their goddamn soulmate. Zoey had felt that way before she’d confessed her omega status, but that unending devotion had rocketed into the stratosphere since she’d told them. 

If Zoey had been less preoccupied with the looming talkshow segment, she might have noticed that her anger felt a little different today. If it normally was a dull bubbling, today it was looming roar. Her body was heating up, little bit by little bit, but she failed to notice. Cranked the AC up a few degrees and thought nothing of it. 

Once they arrived at the studio, they transitioned to the stage in a blurry rush of hands and velvet ropes and security door beeps. Before Zoey had fully digested the move, the lights were coming up bright and bold and she was being repositioned into a more flattering angle for the camera.

They were on a couch, not far from the host’s desk. Mira was closest to the desk, on the far left, and was careful in how much space she was taking. Rumi was between them, as the producers liked to arrange them by height, and had her legs crossed as a feigned act of being casual. Zoey, therefore, was furthest from the desk and immediately felt cramped on the couch. 

It wouldn’t be so bad if she could just touch the other two girls. The couch wasn’t particularly large, but it would’ve felt larger if Zoey could’ve just shimmied Rumi’s legs over her lap and Mira could’ve cradled Rumi against her warmth. If they could just be normal. 

But this wasn’t normal. This was sterilized. The bright lights of the stagehands felt like a surgeon’s lamp and Zoey tried to school her face into something friendly and genial. Tried to remember that she liked all of this, though she felt unusually agitated. This was a pain, she knew, but was vaguely recognizing that she really, really did not fucking want her pack to be here. 

There were about thirty seconds til the cameras started rolling. Zoey flicked her gaze to Rumi first. Rumi’s eyes were shimmering under the lights like molten amber. Zoey licked her lips absentmindedly, wished she could steal Rumi’s gaze. Then she looked to Mira, the picture of poised strength. Zoey felt the familiar tug of conflicted hormones in her chest, the forever fight of wanting to be in charge but instinctively bending to Mira’s apparent superiority. 

Zoey’s mind buzzed. She heard the five second count down like an underwater warning. Blinked once, twice, and the cameras were live. Zoey’s spine sprang straight and the facade finally clicked from well-established instinct, her face twisting into a resting sort of youthful jubilee. 

“So, Huntrix” the host said. Zoey finally looked over to the host’s desk, taking the space in as she should’ve done ages ago. Or should she say hosts? There were two of them. The man, the one who had spoken, was vaguely familiar to Zoey. A genial beta that was well liked by the public for his reassuring charm and inoffensive line of questioning. Good. Not a threat, her mind hummed distantly.

But then there was another person. A woman, older than any of their trio, but caked up in makeup like she was trying to be. Zoey’s nose twitched as she registered the woman’s scent and couldn’t quite register whether it was just an unpleasant perfume or if this woman was fucking stupid enough to pump pheromones in a professional environment. 

Zoey found that she couldn’t focus as Mira and the beta male went back and forth. Their tones remained calm and neutral, so Zoey presumed it was going well. Kept her face schooled into some appropriate and nodded thoughtfully like it was a scripted cue. Rumi was stiff beside her, still poised, but seeming offput as well. Zoey grew increasingly suspicious that this cohost was, in fact, really fucking stupid.

“And there you have it folks. We’ll let our amazing ladies here step off stage and then transition to my lovely cohost after these messages” the man concluded, voice perfectly placed in the warm register needed for a voice on the radio. Zoey’s brow twitched. Why the fuck had the woman even been there, if she wasn’t going to talk during their segment? Zoey felt that simmering agitation again, roiling hotter than it should’ve. 

She breathed, in and out, the way Mira had taught her years ago. Tried to soothe herself down. Zoey’s mind went blank as they were shimmied offstage and into staging area, where there were various hors d'oeuvres scattered along with pitchers of water. 

Zoey went on autopilot and traveled to the table. Poured water into a paper cup and swallowed, again and again. Bobby had appeared, she knew vaguely, was talking to Mira and Rumi who still stood a careful distance apart. Zoey chugged more water. She was hot. Frustrated. Simmering.

And then there was that scent again. It was grating. Almost lavender, but the artificial variety. Far too strong, it crawled its way up Zoey’s nostrils and seemingly threatened to move in. She growled quietly.

“Excuse me, champ.” And then the source of the scent was there. The same woman, face caked, was now leering at Zoey with an unabashed degree of interest. This was the scent of an incredibly audacious omega, Zoey suddenly placed. The scent curdled in her nose as she realized it, felt revolted at the intrusion of another’s scent where only Rumi should be.

“I just have to say, I think it’s such a shame that the rumors aren’t true” the woman quipped, grinning with a mouthful of veneers. Zoey’s brow quirked and her shoulders straightened, instinctively taking up more space as if to say, leave.

The woman did not leave. She leaned in further, scent chasing Zoey like a bandit. “Because if there were a precedent for you knocking up women, I would be first in line” the woman crowed, grinning widely. What a fucking nutjob.

“You have wildly misunderstood me” Zoey said suddenly. Her voice maintained its usual friendly veneer, but there was danger lurking. The woman’s brow twisted in confusion. “I am not available to you” Zoey said, resolutely and firmly. 

“So you’re taken– why, what a fascinating revelation!” The woman said, seemingly willing to exchange her chance at Zoey’s body for a piece of good gossip. Zoey’s mouth thinned in a frown. “It doesn’t matter whether I am taken or not. I am not available. To. You.”

The woman frowned. She was so fucking stupid it was taking time for her to fully parse through Zoey’s meaning, but she at least recognized the rejection. Zoey felt that anger from before reaching a fever pitch, crawling up her abdomen and flooding her ribs. Heat. 

Zoey’s jaw clenched as she began to put it together. She shot a glance over the dreadful woman’s shoulder to her mates in test and it was confirmed immediately. Zoey always looked at them with desire, but now she felt starved for them. The heat in her turned liquid, spilling up her throat and stirring in her groin. Needed to get out of there, now.

“Don’t expect to keep your job here” Zoey said breezily, tone soaked in mock cheeriness. She just barely avoided shouldering past the woman, ducked around her in a desperate bid for some vague attempt at decorum, and slid up to her mates in an instant.

Bobby was midsentence, but stopped at Zoey’s arrival. His brow twitched. “Your calculations were off” Bobby said, seemingly directed at no one in particular, but Mira huffed in recognition. “My calculation were perfect. We just have to go. Now. Immediately.”

Zoey felt a growing rage at the fact that neither of her girls were touching her. Zoey’s hands clenched and unclenched, over and over again, as they were stewarded through the space and back to their private vehicle. Bobby was talking quickly, as he always did, but a tick faster now that he knew he was about to lose them. 

“Mira, you did everything right. Rumi, I’m sorry this happened at all. Zoey, I expect a voice memo from the car as to how exactly you just fucked things up again because, lovingly, I suspect you did. Bye girls!”

And he slammed the car door shut. Zoey’s hands trembled in her lap. She was growing warmer and warmer, the back of her neck damp now and her hair escaping its buns by degrees. 

Zoey was braced for condemnation. For exasperation. Proper rage, even. She took out her phone and typed a rapid fire, million word long text to Bobby explaining the gist and formally requesting that woman’s removal from the studio and a tidy sum paid out to ensure her silence. Just business.

What Zoey did not expect, did not calculate for, was the sound of a seatbelt unbuckling. Zoey had sat between Rumi and Mira in the car again, immediately drawn into her phone and trying to smooth things over for Bobby. That phone was then plucked from her by a firm hand.

It was Rumi’s seatbelt, but Mira’s hand. Zoey felt confusion rise in her as Rumi, typically the perfect picture of poise and obligation, unclipped Zoey’s seatbelt and straddled her lap. Rumi’s hand grabbed Zoey’s chin, a degree rougher than was typical, and lifted until Zoey made eye contact. Zoey swallowed.

Rumi looked fucking pissed. Her brown eyes were glinting golden and a scowl decorated her lips. Rumi rubbed her thumbpad over the hard line of Zoey’s jaw, firm and unyielding. Zoey felt Mira’s gaze on her as well, heavy and sure.

“I’m sorry” Zoey said automatically, guilt cooling the heat in her belly. “I’ve gone and fucked it up again, immediately created an opportunity for more PR drama. But Bobby will-” Rumi’s thumb slid over Zoey’s lips, silencing her at once.

“Try again” Rumi said softly. She wasn’t being domineering. That wasn’t Rumi, wasn’t in her nature. But she was being firm. A solid and heavy pressure where she usually would’ve yielded. 

A crease appeared between Zoey’s brows. Her eyes flickered to Mira, but the older alpha’s face betrayed nothing but a hint of shared anger. Zoey swallowed hard. “I’m sorry I messed up the plan?” Zoey tried, voice twingeing with anxiety. Rumi shook her head no, watched Zoey quietly as she pondered what she was missing. “I’m sorry I…” Zoey began, but stopped. What was she not saying?

The car was nearly silent, just the faint hum of the AC and the rhythm whir of tires on asphalt. Zoey peered over Rumi’s shoulder at the dark glass that separated their cabin from the driver. Rumi’s hand redirected Zoey again, forced her to make eye contact.

“Say you’re mine” Rumi said, voice firm and calm. Zoey’s brow quirked. Confusion built within her. “I’m–what? Of course I’m yours. Nothing but yours, yours and Mira’s forever and always” Zoey said easily, the confession as natural as breathing.

“How did I make you think anything else? Baby, I’m so sorry” Zoey said, brain shifting automatically as she instinctively went to soothe her mate. “You gave her attention” Rumi said, shifting backwards in Zoey’s lap to avoid her ministrations. Zoey’s hands stilled mid-air. What?

The woman. That clawing, ridiculous fucking woman. Zoey let out a puff of frustrated and incredulous air. “That? I couldn’t fucking wait to get away from that potpurri spewing nightmare factory” Zoey said, shifting forward again in a bid to get Rumi to let her hold her. 

Rumi’s lip twitched at the description. A chuckle threatened to escape her throat. Still, Rumi tried to hold the line of firm discipline. “You’re ours. That woman should’ve never had the opportunity to even look at you. We’re not leaving the house ever again” Rumi declared, sniffing haughtily. Zoey snorted.

“Yes ma’am” Zoey replied and finally, blissfully, was able to get her hands around Rumi. She squeezed her hips and shifted her closer on her lap, pressing dry kisses into her cashmere covered shoulderblades. 

“I still think Zoey should be punished” Mira’s voice cut in, full of carefully articulated warning. That warring heat from before rose again, twisting up into Zoey’s throat now. Zoey looked at Mira, really looked at her, and started to put it together.

She wasn’t alone, she realized. Mira’s cheeks were just the slightest bit flushed. Her eyes were growing glassy. Mira’s leg was propped up against the window in a faux casual manner, but Zoey noted now that it was a desperate bid to cool off. And relieve the pressure at the front of her jeans. 

Zoey jolted at the sight. Her movement jostled Rumi, shifted her until she bumped up against the heat radiating from Zoey’s crotch. Rumi hummed quietly at the sensation. “I think it’s time I made good on my promise” Rumi said, voice honeyed and matter-of-fact. “My alphas’ ruts are coming and you’re going to need my help.”

It was a quick affair transitioning upstairs into their home. Zoey’s hands were on Rumi in an instant, peeling that wretched turtleneck off her skin. Zoey frowned deeply at the realization that Rumi had been wearing a tanktop underneath, that her omega wasn’t more exposed.

Rumi tutted quietly at Zoey’s behavior. “Sit” Rumi said, voice soft and warm and far too kind for Zoey to butt heads against. She slumped heavily onto the couch and felt Mira sit beside her, more careful but no better for the wear. 

Rumi kneeled on the floor before her alphas. Her face was soft and pensive. Zoey dug her fingernails into her kneecaps. She was getting hotter, physically as a symptom of the rut, and emotionally at the sight of her omega sat so prettily. 

“So here’s what I need from both of you” Rumi said calmly. It was bizarre, Zoey pondered distantly, to see Rumi so settled now in her omega status. After the cloud of her heat had dissipated it seemed like Rumi was really starting to figure out her power, what control looked like when it wasn’t just Rumi bending to someone else’s will. 

“We’re going to use the stoplight system. And I will be using it liberally, if needed. I know that no matter how heavy your knothead nonsense fumes get, neither of you would ever betray that sort of boundary.”

Zoey nodded stiffly. Saw Mira do the same out of her periphery. Her eyes flickered down to Mira’s crotch again, saw that it was tented under denim with her need. Zoey dug her nails deeper into the flesh of her kneecaps. 

Rumi’s hands reached and deftly removed Zoey’s nails from her knees. Rumi’s hands were so, so gentle. Unrelentingly kind. Rumi took Zoey’s hand and opened it so that Zoey’s hand was limping cradling her face, hummed patiently until Zoey caught up and started holding her with intention. 

“We’re going to avoid you two fighting as much as possible. I belong to both of you, in entirety, and I exist to serve you. There’s no need for you two to butt heads. If you’re feeling aggressive, we’ll find another outlet. We’re at home and I don’t want to have to replace all our furniture.”

Zoey’s head was swimming. She could feel the rut breaking through her senses as she couldn’t keep up with Rumi’s resolute explanations. Normally she would’ve cracked at least three jokes by now, especially with the new discovery of Mira and Rumi’s begrudging breeding kink.

Breeding. Rumi. Now. Zoey sat up suddenly, narrowing avoiding knocking Rumi’s chin with her knee. Zoey schooled her face into something cool and even-keeled, trying not to betray her desperation. 

“Makes sense. Sounds good.” Zoey breathed quickly, nodding in agreement. Mira snorted in mockery of Zoey’s clumsy display. “We will do whatever you ask, love” Mira said to Rumi, infuriatingly calm. Zoey’s eyes flashed to Mira’s and Zoey knew Mira was bullshitting, could see the fog of lust and agitation on the older alpha’s face. 

“Need to breed you now. Please” Zoey said, voice shaking. Rumi’s face dusted pink. She stood up purposefully, shimmied out of her jeans after placing a steadying hand on Zoey’s shoulder. Discarded her underwear with efficient grace and stood bare before them.

“Tell me how you want me” Rumi said softly. Blood roared in Zoey’s ears. “Want to knot you. Want you positioned so my seed stays inside you for a long time, knock you up” Zoey grunted. It was quickly shifting away from a joke, Zoey knew now. It didn’t feel like it’d ever been a joke now, under the suffocating weight of her rut.

Mira moved from her place on the couch so they could lay Rumi down with her head resting against the armrest. Gently placed a pillow under Rumi’s lower back, wedging her hips upwards. Rumi hummed softly in submission, a gift given rather than an obligation. 

Zoey shucked her clothes off like there was a trophy for the second person naked. Mira followed quickly behind and sat at the end of the couch, cock standing proud and leaky. Zoey found herself unable to focus on Mira, drawn like magnet to Rumi.

Zoey crouched on her knees as she lined herself up right. She was already leaking and she rested the tip of her dick against Rumi’s clit, watched it dribble precum on the hardened bud. Rumi was wet, Zoey realized abruptly. For as composed as the omega was managing to present herself, she was pouring slick. 

Zoey tried to use a modicum of patience as she slid inside Rumi. Her knot started increasing, inch by inch, already desperate to lock. When Zoey finally, mercifully reached the base of her dick, she paused. Didn’t give into instinct to knot yet.

“Want to savor you as much as I can, before the rut ruins me” Zoey said, voice soaked with admiration. Rumi squeaked quietly at the praise. “Good” Mira murmured from her place at the end of the couch, where Zoey heard the crack of a lube cap as Mira undoubtedly started working herself over. 

Zoey did everything she could to show restraint. She focused on the sensations of being inside Rumi like she never had before. The easy slide of the first few inches into Rumi, like she was shaped perfectly to take her. The slight pressure as she pushed further, as the channel seemingly narrowed and tightened down on her. The pulse of a ring of muscles around her cock, wringing pleasure from her with brutal efficiency.

Zoey’s cockhead bumped against that particular patch that made Rumi moan, high in her throat, and Zoey leaned back a bit so she could bump up against it again. Stayed pressed in, almost all the way, thrusting shallowly so that she could focus all her pressure on that one spot that made Rumi see stars. 

Zoey’s back muscles ached from the strain. Her forearms shook as she held herself up. Thighs quaked with corded muscle as she thrust in and out. Her knot was fully formed now, threatening entrance. 

“What do you want?” Rumi asked softly, voice shot a bit from the pleasure. Zoey groaned heavily at the request for proper verbiage when all she wanted to do was fuck. “Want to cum” Zoey grunted. Rumi let out a soft, breathy chuckle.

“Yes baby, I know. But what do you want to do to me? Tell me and Mira what you really need” Rumi murmured lovingly, craning her neck so she could pepper kisses on Zoey’s flesh anywhere she could reach.

Zoey could feel her knot starting to catch. It was absolutely fucking dizzying, the way heat glanced off the swollen organ and threatened to break resistance. She was going to breed Rumi, Zoey thought distantly, ready to submit to the pleasure.

And then, in one swift movement, she was pulled out. Zoey physically shuddered at the loss, cock bobbing in the air as she was tossed backwards like a ragdoll. Her body bounced off the cushions and she blinked rapidly, trying to readjust.

It was fucking Mira. Mira, an alpha, looming overhead. In the moment it felt like Mira was twice her size, both in height and size. The heat inside Zoey radiated throughout her entire being now, throbbing like a wound in desperate need of tending. 

“Rumi” Mira said coolly, though her eyes were locked with Zoey’s, “what if I don’t think Zoey deserves to breed you yet?” Mira asked, voice glinting with steel. Zoey swallowed thickly. Her head was spinning too fast to fight the affront properly, but her body was onslaught with indignant rage. 

“I think I’m amiable to the fact that you used to word ‘yet’” Rumi answered, equally composed. Mira grinned wickedly. Zoey’s hands clenched and unclenched, seeking resolution. Mira sat down heavily in the center of the couch, grabbed Zoey by the back of the head and wrenched it towards her crotch.

“Color?” Rumi asked immediately, hand reaching out to still Mira’s. “Green” Zoey said immediately, the world still tilting but that known for certain. Rumi retracted her hand, curled in on herself to watch what Mira had planned. 

“I haven’t had the chance to make good on the act that you’ve so tactfully identified we all enjoy” Mira said, voice entirely too intellectual as she, in effect, informed Rumi and Zoey that she did in fact have a breeding kink. 

“And I don’t think I will, not yet. Rumi hasn’t earned it yet either” Mira said breezily, rolling her head to watch coyly as Rumi’s face flushed pink with indignation. “What is that supposed to mean?” Rumi questioned, completely taken off guard.

“I intend to work you up a hell of a lot more before either of us get to breed you, darling. I have big plans for you” Mira crooned. Zoey craned her neck, restrained as she was by Mira’s grip on her hair, to peer up at the older alpha. Mira’s tone may have been all restraint, but her face betrayed her. Tanned skin was flushing redder with every minute and Mira’s eyes were so glassy they were reflective. She was feeling this too, Zoey knew. 

Zoey’s head was yanked up, away from Mira’s cock. This befuddled Zoey, as she’d been mentally preparing to suck the older alpha off. A burden she was more than willing to take on, especially if it meant she got between Rumi’s thighs again. 

But Mira redirected her, moving Zoey roughly until she was sat facing away from Mira in her lap. “Rumi. Get the ottoman” Mira ordered, voice crisp and stern. Rumi obeyed, clearly recognizing that she was no longer in control. Never had been, not really. Never, if Mira was around.

Mira kicked up the lid of the ottoman, revealing the storage compartment within. Rumi dug into it automatically, hands going to grab what she knew Mira wanted from her. A purple vibrator. Another bottle of lube.

“Lube me up and then yourself” Mira ordered, manhandling Zoey out of the way so that Rumi could obey. A clear stripe of lubricant painted Mira’s length. Rumi and Zoey swallowed heavily. No one moved to rub the lubricant in and it dripped thickly down Mira’s cock.

“Pleasure yourself while Zoey rides me. I need you warm and open for this next part” Mira said, matter-of-fact and unrelenting. Zoey’s face stained pink. Her body moved on instinct, hips shifting until Mira was lined up with her ass. This was how Mira liked her. Liked the faint degradation of making Zoey submit the way only an alpha could. 

Zoey slid down Mira’s cock in degrees. Mira was gracious in the fact that she did not buck her hips, did not shove Zoey down onto her length. Let Zoey acclimate to the length, as this was a less common practice, rarely used outside of ruts. 

Zoey’s eyes flickered up as a quiet buzzing began. Rumi moaned quietly as the vibrator worked over her clit and Zoey watched with absolute enrapturement as Rumi quietly worked herself closer to the edge she’d never crested with Zoey. 

Before Zoey knew it, she was sat snugly on top of Mira. And then, Mira’s mercy ended. She started thrusting, slow and steady, rocking Zoey up and down on her lap. Zoey felt the heat in her transforming, from a burn to a warmth. Felt herself melting from hot fire to something more like candle wax.

Zoey’s vision blurred as she watched Rumi bring herself to climax. Rumi’s thighs shuddered and her knees clacked together from the pleasure. Mira was groaning quietly now, nails digging into the flesh of Zoey’s hips. 

“Want to help” Rumi murmured, discarding the vibrator and shuffling back onto her knees. Zoey moaned uncontrollably as she realized what was happening, as Rumi positioned her head so that Zoey’s cock would thrust into her mouth as Mira fucked her upwards.

Jesus fucking Christ. In and out. A delicious, searing heat in her ass and a soft, wet submission on her cock. Zoey’s eyes clenched shut in focus and she struggled to stay upright. 

Thankfully Mira seemed to be in a similar state. Her hips were nearly jackhammering now, jostling Zoey up and down with such vigor that Rumi had to do everything in her power to not accidentally use teeth on Zoey’s sensitive cock.

Mira orgasmed abruptly, as she always did. There was no warning, just the searing heat of her cum spurting inside Zoey that brought her to her own orgasm. Zoey’s cum couldn’t fully be captured by Rumi’s mouth, though she tried her best, and she painted streaks all over the earnest omega. 

Zoey’s thighs were trembling from the effort of staying upright. Mira’s arms wrapped resolutely around her, kissed warmth across her back. Rumi kissed Zoey’s softening cock, hummed a pleased little tune. 

“A shower is due, I think” Mira murmured, voice soft and fond against Zoey’s back where no one could see her face. Rumi nodded in agreement, withdrawing from Zoey’s cock. Zoey mumbled weakly, unable to protest.

“Still gonna breed you into next week” Zoey groaned, slumping in Mira’s arms and thudding her fists weakly against the older alpha’s back. Mira snorted at the display. “Absolutely. After we get cleaned up a bit.” Mira replied, all indulgence and fondness. Rumi giggled warmly. A unit. Back home again.

Chapter Text

By the time the shower spray hit Rumi’s scalp, it was clear that both Mira and Zoey had fully gone into their ruts. Rumi was begrudgingly aware of the fact that she took showers and baths that were inhumanely hot, nearly blistering her skin, but Mira and Zoey were now plunging them into arctic waters. 

Zoey usually preferred a decently hot shower and Mira was content with anything in the room temperature family. But now, Rumi grit her teeth together in a desperate bid not to complain as icicles rained down. They pebbled her skin, soaked her the bone, but noticeably did nothing to curb Mira and Zoey’s raging hardons. 

Rumi swallowed thickly. Focus. She reached clumsily for each girl’s respective shampoo and watched with mild amusement as Mira and Zoey’s hands both came forth, obedient, to receive their portion and begin lathering. She ran shampoo through her own hair, braid abandoned, and felt something fond stir in her chest as she watched how carefully Mira and Zoey avoided accidentally catching Rumi’s hair.

Conditioner was next and they ran through a similar process. Their assorted soaps were doing their best to combat the pheromones clogging the shower fog, but it was a losing effort. Mira’s dark sweet refrain was linking up with Zoey’s tooth aching scent and pummeling Rumi’s senses.

Then came the body wash. This was where Rumi knew they might lose the plot and skyrocket their water bill if she wasn’t intentional. Each girl had her own designated loofah/wash cloth/etcetera (because they all had to be fucking different, of course) and Rumi made sure each of them were holding their respective item.

Rumi made a small noise in the back of her throat, almost like a chirp. That physiological capability was still unlocking it seemed, a benefit of her hormones finally coming into alignment.

Mira and Zoey’s eyes flickered up in an instant, foggy but alert. “No funny business until you’re clean. Mira, you had your dick in her ass” Rumi said, tone official and haughty and totally uncalled for in this situation. Mira and Zoey, in spite of themselves, both snorted with laughter.

“Fucking rude. My ass is a delight, I’ll have you know” Zoey said wryly, working up a lather across her skin. Rumi’s cheeks dusted pink and Zoey grinned wickedly at her. “No funny business, Rumi” Zoey parroted back. Rumi turned to face the other way.

Which was absolutely no better. Mira had, ostensibly, just gotten done lathering her cock. It was sudsy now and Rumi felt need pooling low in her gut as she watched the soap bubbles trickle down. Mira hummed a low noise of approval.

Skincare was last. All three girls had varying levels of commitment to their skin, some done in the shower and some done outside of it, but seemingly had silently agreed to skip the majority of it this time.

Big, fluffy towels were pulled down from their place on wall hooks and deposited over soaking shoulders. Rumi busied herself with drying off to avoid looking at the water dripping down the sharp planes of Mira’s lithe form and pry her gaze away from the sounds of Zoey’s cock slapping against her thighs.

Focus. Don’t pour your pheromones out like gasoline on a fire. This was new for Rumi, this level of control in lieu of her hormones finally balancing out. As much as she’d enjoyed Mira and Zoey doting on her the past few weeks it was, inarguably, not the norm for her to be so dependent. And she was looking forward to figuring out what their new balance would look like.

“Teeth” Rumi ordered lightly, shoulders rolling back. The movement shifted her towel down, exposing half a nipple, and she felt like prey as she saw Mira and Zoey’s eyes catch the movement darkly.

Toothpaste was deposited on color coordinated toothbrushes in a calm, methodical fashion. Rumi felt her calm slip as Mira and Zoey revealed their fully elongated fangs, grinned wickedly, and began brushing like nothing had happened.

Rumi’s own brush hung limply in her mouth as she watched the foam slide across Mira and Zoey’s gleaming teeth. Rumi’s mind busied itself promptly with imagining those teeth digging into her skin, deepening her existing bitemarks and laying claim to her in new areas.

Mira and Zoey were both spitting out their toothpaste by the time Rumi remembered to brush again. She went fast, trying to fight off a flush, as Mira and Zoey obediently continued on with the trio’s self-care. Deodorant. Moisturizer. Acted on autopilot like there wasn’t a looming threat in the air.

Rumi ducked between Mira and Zoey to open the bathroom door, release the pheromone clogged steam into the hallway and transition them into one of their bedrooms. Any room. With a bed. Now please. Rumi shook her head. Turned back around to grab her bathrobe from the bathroom, but bumped into Mira in the process.

Rumi fought the urge to squeak. Mira was absolutely radiating heat. She seemed larger somehow, taking up the whole of the doorway and blocking Rumi’s path. Her towel had been abandoned at some point, pooled on the tile behind her, and Mira’s skin was still slightly damp from the shower. 

Rumi’s eyes traced faint patches of moisture in the hard lines of Mira’s muscles and her mouth went dry, envisioning herself lapping them up. Mira chuckled dryly. Rumi registered a beat too late that the heat was crowding in on her from all sides, that Zoey had turned back as well as effectively pinned Rumi between them. Shit.

“Were you about to get dressed?” Mira questioned, the voice rumbling out of her chest a degree deeper than was her typical. A sign of the rut, Rumi recognized numbly. Mira was grinning wolfishly, the tips of her canines gleaming past her upper lip. 

“I was about to… put on my robe” Rumi said, pausing halfway through as she started to process why she was being barricaded in. “That’s a little silly, love” Zoey said, voice warm yet condescending. “We don’t need another layer to wrap you, sweetheart. We’re already in a bit of a hurry.”

Rumi took a step backwards, thudding into Zoey’s form. Zoey reached around and wrapped one arm from Rumi’s waist to cross over her chest. Tweaked a nipple on the way. Rumi squeaked. Fuck. Her control over her more… vulnerable vocals wasn’t great yet.

Mira took a step forward, humming in satisfaction at the sight of Rumi effectively caged in. Mira took Rumi in a kiss, simple with its claiming. Mira didn’t go fast, wasn’t overwhelming, just a master indulging in a treasure that was her birthright.

Mira’s lower lip wedged between Rumi’s and gently pressed her mouth open. Zoey’s hand came up to Rumi’s throat and held the warm column of her throat, not pressing, but present. Rumi felt fangs dig the slightest whisper into her lower lip and her head went foggy.

The bathroom door opening hadn’t done much to dispel the pheromone hurricane that was currently onslaughting Rumi’s senses. She felt herself loosening degree by degree, leaning heavier and heavier into Zoey’s form to hold her upright.

Finally, Mira’s tongue broke containment. Claimed Rumi mouth in a savoring, entitled fashion. The mint of their toothpaste was fragrant and it cut into the pheromones in the air in the most dizzying way, made Rumi’s lips and tongue tingle. 

A low rumble emerged from Mira’s throat. Zoey’s fingers on Rumi’s throat pressed down a degree harder. Rumi’s head was floating in the bathroom fog and pheromones and mint and everything in between. 

All at once, the kiss from Mira was over. But, as easy as breathing, Rumi was twisted until Zoey could take her as well. Her alphas were sharing her, she realized hazily. She’d done her best to set boundaries, communicated that she didn’t want them to fight, and despite their rut hormones they were doing their best to obey. Rumi’s heart twisted with fond warmth.

Zoey’s kiss, despite that, was inevitably a little more impatient. It was just in her nature. Zoey nipped Rumi’s lower lip for entrance, forgetting that with her elongated canines it would be sharper sensation, and Rumi gasped into her mouth. Zoey, ever the opportunist, simply took the chance to deep the kiss and traced every inch of Rumi’s mouth with her tongue. 

Mira’s trimmed nails dragged down Rumi’s goosebump laden front. Despite Mira and Zoey’s overwhelming heat, Rumi felt chilled. Needed her alpha’s heat, their steadfast presence, to keep her warm. Needed more, she was quickly coming to realize.

Mira knelt before Rumi’s knees and Rumi felt a blush crawling from her face down her sternum at a rapid rate. Zoey was still kissing her, seemingly determined to unhinge Rumi’s jaw until she couldn’t do anything less than loll her tongue out in submission.

Mira’s mouth met the short patch of curls at the apex of Rumi’s legs and fucking hummed with satisfaction against her. Rumi’s legs jolted instantly and Zoey’s strong arms shot around to both hold her up and open.

“You’re still so wet. And so open for us. Good girl” Mira murmured admiringly, gently kissing Rumi’s soaked core. “That vibrator did you good baby. We need you nice and open tonight” Mira said, voice oddly calm and matter-of-fact. Zoey made a tiny, amused sound of agreement as she continued kissing Rumi.

Rumi gasped, head bumping back against the doorway as Mira licked a wide hot stripe across her core. A string of drool kept her connected to Zoey, but the connection broke as Zoey ducked her head lower and pressed an open mouthed kiss to Rumi’s still sore mating marks.

Mira began pulling Rumi apart with quiet devotion. Zoey rumbled, deep and low, against Rumi’s throat. “It was fucking bullshit today” Zoey finally said, tone genuine in both its anger and arousal. “You’re ours. Fucking bullshit having to cover up that you belong to me. Belong to us” Zoey groused, fangs grazing back over the marks. Rumi gave a shuddering gasp.

“We’ll restake our claim tonight” Mira murmured, leaning back enough to vibrate the words in between Rumi’s thighs. Zoey hummed her affirmation and, ever so slightly, sunk her teeth back into Rumi’s flesh. She reawoke the bruise on her neck, the one she’d had to hide today. Rumi felt heat and pain bloom as Zoey dug her fangs further in, moaning and keening as Mira’s mouth traveled lower and began thrusting her tongue inside. 

Rumi felt herself soaking Mira down to the chin. She tried to find it in herself to feel embarrassed, but found she couldn’t. This was how she was made to be. Meant to be open for her alphas. 

Mira groaned her approval. Zoey still used one arm to hold Rumi up, but the other drifted across her torso, plucking and pinching and drawing more little moans and gasps from their omega. Mira’s hands shifted up to hold Rumi’s lips open, mouth traveling up and down to alternate abusing her clit and swallowing her slick. 

Rumi wasn’t going to last much longer. This was her alphas’ goal, she knew, so she didn’t feel ashamed as she fell apart against Mira’s mouth. Mira didn’t leave her, simply slowed her ministrations til they were so faint and gentle they elongated her orgasm and kept it going on and on. Rumi keened weakly, hips bucking, and Mira finally slowed to a stop.

“Good girl” Mira rumbled, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. Rumi whined at the sight of her slick wasted, not used as lubrication to take her alphas inside. Mira smirked wickedly in understanding. Rose to her feet and loomed over Rumi til the bathroom light was obstructed.

“Feed, sweetheart. I’m sorry for wasting a taste of you” Mira said, firm and unyielding, as she offered her soaked fingers to Rumi. This was a meager replacement, but Rumi took consolation in the knowledge that her saliva would serve as lubricant as well. Obeyed without complaint, swallowing her slick down with ease. Rumi hollowed her cheeks and leaned forward until the full length of Mira’s long, slender fingers fit down to the knuckles. 

Rumi hummed in satisfaction as she saw Mira’s eyes darken at degree at the obedient display. Felt proud as she knew Mira’s mind was clouding with memories of Rumi swallowing her down, though she hoped Mira wouldn’t use her seed for anything other than Rumi’s pussy today.

Zoey’s hands came back up to Rumi’s throat. One hand wove between Rumi’s still unbound hair, petting her silky waves with admiration. “We can go to the bedroom now” Zoey said conversationally. “But we couldn’t let you take another step before at least one of us made you came.”

It was startling, the way her alphas were working in tandem. It seemed that their synchronized ruts made them act in harmony, mutually interested in making Rumi come undone. Mira lifted Rumi with ease, causing the omega to squeak and wrap her thighs and arms around her for support. Zoey led the way to Rumi’s bedroom which, Rumi presumed, was so they could fill her room with their rut scent. 

Rumi was tossed onto the bed with a gentle thump. Her comforter rustled up, pluming her scent into the air, and Mira and Zoey growled in tandem. Zoey knocked a knee between Rumi’s thighs, opening her back up, and Rumi instinctively shifted to present herself. Desperate to please. 

“Want you as open as possible” Zoey muttered, fingertips grazing Rumi’s thighs until her hips bucked off the bed. Rumi felt herself flush a degree pinker. “You both keep saying that” Rumi said, voice shy and curious. “Am I not… taking you in sufficiently?”

Mira and Zoey’s eyes snapped to Rumi’s in an instant. “You’re perfect” Mira answered. “Absolutely perfect” Zoey confirmed, voice soaked with insistent love. Rumi felt herself fall apart another degree, loosening more and more for her alphas.

“But there’s something you said during your heat that we’re… hoping to take you up on” Zoey said, one hand coming up to wring her own neck in an almost nervous fashion. Rumi wracked her brain. “I was a little… out of it during that. Can you remind me what I said, please?” Rumi pleaded, batting her eyelashes in a killer display of submission.

Zoey’s face twitched. Mira hummed patiently. “We both want you, Rumi” Mira said, all patience and accommodation. It took Rumi a beat to understand. Of course they both wanted her, always did. But they both. Wanted her?

Rumi’s face flushed nearly purple. “At the same time” she said, understanding clicking into place. “I can’t believe I said that” Rumi breathed out, remembering faintly the degree of desperation that had wracked her body at the time. “You both still… want that? I’m not even in heat anymore” Rumi’s voice was undeniably nervous, though she tried to calm herself into submission. 

Even as she asked the question, she knew it was silly. Of course they still wanted it. They were her alphas. She was theirs. They were in rut and she was their omega and what could be more natural than that?

“We think you can do it, sweet love” Mira said, voice honeyed and steady. Zoey’s hand finally dipped mercifully between Rumi’s thighs and came back sticky and shiny. Zoey licked the slick off her fingertips, canines glinting in the light.

“And even if you can’t, you’re still perfect. Y’know it?” Zoey questioned, smiling warmly at Rumi like she should already know that. Rumi’s heart stirred. This love, this unconditional love, was so destabilizing. Even though she’d always had it from Mira and Zoey, in a way, this new form was so alien from the voices she normally kept company in her mind. 

“Plus, if you can’t do it today, I feel confident that your next heat will get us there. We’ll take our time though, baby. We won’t make you do anything you don’t feel ready for” Zoey reassured, hand slipping between Rumi’s folds again and rubbing easy circles against her clit. Rumi whined quietly at the sensation, still so incredibly sensitive from her last orgasm.

“Regardless, we just want to make you feel good love” Mira added, coming around to sit beside Rumi on the mattress. Zoey continued her idle ministrations on Rumi’s clit, threatening to bring her to yet another orgasm. “Can’t” Rumi whined weakly, “can’t cum from this if you want me to focus on taking you. Gonna get too overwhelmed.”

Zoey nodded in understanding and sat down on the other side of Rumi. Rumi felt her alphas waiting, seeing which way she would move. After a beat, Rumi shimmied over Zoey’s lap, facing her. The younger alpha grinned wolfishly, preening at the preference stated.

“Don’t get a big head” Rumi murmured exasperatedly, “you’re not as tall as Mira. Figure it’ll be easier for her to try and fit in from behind” Rumi nearly whispered, face pink. Zoey clicked her tongue. “Whatever, victory is mine” she said, sniffing haughtily.

Mira slid into the vacuum left behind by Rumi and grasped Zoey by the scruff of the neck. “Easy, alpha” Mira murmured, voice low with warning. Zoey shuddered. “Fine” she added, rolling her eyes before steadying herself into something kinder and softer.

Zoey made eye contact with Rumi, all warmth. “Thank you for trusting me, sweetheart” Zoey said softly, taking Rumi in another kiss, softer than those before. Rumi’s eyes fluttered closed and she kept Zoey in the kiss, trusting Mira to help her re-adjust until she was able to slid smoothly onto Zoey’s cock. She moaned loudly into the kiss.

Rumi broke the kiss and her forehead fell onto Zoey’s shoulder, hair falling in sheets to cover them both. Rumi heard the faint sound of Mira working herself over at the sight. Rumi sat, full to the hilt and knot threatening, for a full beat. Allowed herself to adjust to the new angle and fullness. To process what might come next.

Rumi lifted her hips until she was nearly separated from Zoey again and then came back down in one smooth motion. Zoey’s hips jolted at the motion, but the younger alpha kept her heels dug resolutely into the floor. Rumi smiled fondly into Zoey’s collarbone. She was letting Rumi set the pace.

Rumi leaned forward, trying to feel Zoey’s cock against her abdomen. Trying to make as much space as possible. She felt herself loosening up by degrees, felt slick pouring to accommodate the perceived absence of fullness she was manufacturing. Her face flooded pink and sweat trickled down her brow. 

Mira shifted behind her. Rumi felt Mira’s length bump incidentally against her spine and her hips stuttered in their rhythm, fear pulsing through her. Rumi closed her eyes tighter and breathed, in and out, focused.

“Good girl” Mira breathed against her. “So, so good for us” Zoey groaned out in agreement, eyes twisted shut now as well from the strain of trying not to knot Rumi early. At first, Mira simply rested her cock upright against the low of Rumi’s back. She tried to imagine the idea of it slipping inside, joining Zoey’s in tandem.

A gush of slick erupted from between Rumi’s thighs. The idea, whether possible or not, was certainly one to behold. “I think you can try” Rumi breathed out, eyes fluttering open for a moment. She caught Zoey’s gaze as hers opened as well, felt herself loosening further at the overwhelming degree of adoration in the alpha’s eyes.

Rumi knew distantly that it must be a strange position for Mira to have to contort herself into, but figured it obviously must be worth it. She felt Mira’s hands everywhere, making microadjustments to her hips and ghosting along her torso. Felt a presence looming at her entrance. 

And then Rumi slid back down. Gasped violently at the beginning attempt of an intrusion. Mira’s cock glanced against Zoey’s, unable to fully line up, but Rumi felt the threat of entrance nonetheless. Her entrance seized up, tightening down on Zoey, who groaned out of near pain at the clenching.

“Don’t think it’s happening” Rumi gasped out, eyes pricking with anxious fear. Zoey had her angled for a kiss in seconds, all reassurance and warmth. Mira’s hands reached for Rumi’s hips and slowed her bouncing down until she was sitting still on Zoey’s cock. 

Tears flooded Rumi’s eyes all at once, floodgates opening. “Can’t do it” she breathed out, voice hitching. “Can’t please you the way you need” Rumi said, voice wrenching with pain and frustration, despite her alphas’ reassurance.

Zoey kissed her everywhere she could, chin and jaw and lips and forehead. “You’re perfect. We’d never ask something of you that you’re not comfortable with” Zoey said, echoing her earlier sentiments, though they felt a bit hollow now in comparison. 

Mira’s hands came up to wipe Rumi’s tears away, pressed hard at the corners of her eyes to catch them before they even had the chance to streak down her cheeks. Hummed in affirmation. “We can stop if you need, Rumi” Mira said, all reassurance. Rumi shook her head violently no.

“No, want to do this, want to find a way to please you and take you both” Rumi whined out, hips starting to cant up and down on Zoey’s cock again. A desperate moan ripped free from her throat. Zoey groaned at the sensation.

“There’s plenty of other ways for you to take us both darling” Mira said softly, kissing the back of Rumi’s scalp. Her eyes fluttered, still damp with tears. “Show me” Rumi pleaded. Rumi could feel her decision making skills fading, felt herself giving into the urge to let Mira and Zoey take the lead and reassure her.

In a flurry of movement, Rumi was readjusted. For a brief moment, Zoey had pulled free from her, which made Rumi cry out in frustration. But, just as quick, Mira took her place. A broken keening moan erupted from Rumi’s throat at the sudden change in length and thickness, nearly came just from that. 

Rumi’s face thudded lightly onto the mattress. She was on her knees now, ass up and elbows curled beneath her. Mira was stood behind her, still and foreboding and deep inside her. Rumi knew that Zoey’s precum must’ve leaked inside her earlier, knew that her alpha’s seeds were still mixing within her walls. Her head spun with the notion. 

Rumi’s head was lifted lightly, til her cheek rested on Zoey’s thigh. Zoey was sprawled before her now, cock bobbing lightly like a gift. Rumi nearly went crosseyed in her desperation to take Zoey in her mouth.

“Fuck” Zoey gasped, as Rumi started bobbing up and down on her throat like she was made for it. Since she was, in fact, made for it. Mira pushed in from behind. Rumi gasped on Zoey’s cock, but didn’t let it stop her from swallowing Zoey down til her knot brushed her lips.

Rumi’s hands came up to cradle Zoey’s swollen knot, pressing lightly in an attempt to mimic the clenching she couldn’t currently provide. Zoey saw fucking stars at the sensation. “Good girl” Zoey gasped, shuddering violently, overwhelmed by all that was happening to her.

“Such a good fucking girl” Mira echoed, pressing in until her knot started to catch. It wasn’t going to take long, Rumi recognized, given how fucking thoroughly they’d opened her over the course of the night.

In fact, it slid in with the least resistance it ever had. Rumi’s hands scrambled for purchase on the sheets, nearly ripping them off the bed with her desperation, as Zoey’s hips tilted up and started fucking Rumi’s throat in earnest. 

“Mira’s gonna breed you so good” Zoey rumbled out. And fuck. If that didn’t nearly undo Rumi right there. Mira gasped mutely from behind, nails digging into the supple flesh of Rumi’s ass until it was surely going to leave crescent bruises. 

“I know you both want it” Zoey gasped out, feigning cockiness despite clearly riding the edge of release. “Know you both envision it. Not just the. Fuck. Not just the kink of it, but the dream. Us getting out of the city. Finding a house somewhere secluded. Tiny feet padding through the kitchen. Rumi soft from years of childbearing. Know you both want it so fucking bad.”

Rumi’s eyes pricked with tears again. This was so intimate. So vulnerable. Zoey was clawing inside them both and yanking out something private to display to their little family. Mira’s nails were definitely going to leave bruises now.

“Want to see it so bad. Want to fuck our omega til she’s so full of our seed she’s pregnant with both our pups at once. Can’t do it tonight but that’s okay because our perfect girl is going to swallow my seed, aren’t you angel?”

Zoey didn’t really give Rumi a choice. Her fingers were digging into Rumi’s hair, pulling her further down on her cock as she rocked her hips forward. The best Rumi could do was moan in affirmation. 

But Mira beat Zoey to the punch. Her orgasm ripped through Rumi, pulsing her so full of seed she was certain her stomach was round with it. Zoey’s cum shot straight to the back of Rumi’s throat, to where she hardly had to swallow it. Rumi’s jaw ached from the sensation and her pussy throbbed and she was just so, so fucking full.

Exactly how they wanted her. A warmth radiated out of Rumi, in spite of the numbness quickly overtaking her, as Zoey and Mira both slid out in due time. Wrapped her up in the comforter and admired Mira’s seed dripping from her core. Wiped her clean.

Rumi was positively floating. Felt the girls shuffle in behind and beside her, heard the distant click of someone’s laptop as soothing sounds began to play. Felt kisses on her forehead and her hair being braided. Knew she was a goner.

“You’re not wrong” Rumi finally murmured out, whisper shy. Zoey stilled beside her. Mira did not. “She’s not” Mira confirmed quietly. And the room kept spinning.

Chapter Text

Mira was just shy of twenty eight when she and Zoey officially went off birth control. Zoey, being Zoey, had wanted to have an honest-to-God celebration about it. Zoey, rarely the planner in their relationship, had rented out the whole penthouse and rooftop bar of a luxurious hotel downtown for their ‘party’. Or at least, she had gotten Bobby to do so.

There were fucking streamers, for god’s sake. A littering of them sprawled across the sleek tile of the rooftop, a mix of every color. Zoey had gotten a tacky ass ‘We’re Expecting!’ banner, but in the corner, in tiny font she’d added ‘to knock you up.’ 

Mira snorted into her drink. She was sat at the bar, staring out into the city lights. It was a slightly less common sight these days. They’d finished their most recent tour about six months ago and closed on a house in the outskirts a month later. Rumi had gone through a fucking field day with her nesting instincts as she arranged their new house, a proper house instead of an apartment for the first time, into something beautiful and fitting.

The trio of women had taken their now typical three month hiatus, expecting the itch to write and perform to weave its way back into their souls like always and it just. Hadn’t. They were all focused on other things and it seemed like, for the time being, the flow of Huntrix the musical group had paused. 

The flow of Rumi, Mira, and Zoey however, was thriving. After Rumi and Celine had finally talked things over, after Celine had regained a tenuous place back in their lives that had strengthened to something steady over years of building trust, Rumi had started writing. 

It had taken awhile for her to admit it, though Mira and Rumi caught on almost immediately. But Rumi was writing. Nothing crazy, just a collection of poetry and short fictional vignettes about imagined characters living out storied lives. Lots of emotional introspection and depth. Vivid imagery. 

Mira and Zoey loved it. Had encouraged Rumi, immediately, to actually publish it. That had Rumi pumping the brakes and rearing back on her heels, so they’d calmed down. But after a couple years, under a pseudonym and a fuckton of NDAs, Rumi had done it. She didn’t have an insane audience or anything, not like Huntrix, but it was keeping her busy and happy and it was noticeably nothing to do with their music. It also gave her something to bond with Zoey about, which Mira loved.

And Zoey had been quietly building up her streaming empire. It wasn’t a career that could’ve sustained them, not without more work, but it made Zoey happy and that was what mattered to Mira and Rumi. She’d managed to build up a good enough reputation that video game companies were sending her their beta versions to play test live on stream, which was bringing Zoey a lot of joy. She’d gotten a lot better about handling rowdy chatters over the years and playing video games was a huge outlet for her. She was steadier now, grounded and happy.

And Mira? More than anything, she was simply content. Happy to just be soaking it all up. She found it ironic, the way that her family had nearly beaten it into her mind that she had to be a homemaker and how much she’d rebelled against it, for how much she enjoyed it now. 

Cooking all of her pack’s meals was like therapy for Mira at this point. She sunk into the rhythm of providing for them, whether it was meals or cleaning or yardwork or anything else. And if she wasn’t doing that, Mira was sewing or crafting something. A near perfect homemaker, despite everything.

A contentment so profound had found its way into their trio that it had sunk into their bones. They’d all slowed down, found a new rhythm in their hearts that kept them happy in simply existing. Everything felt okay now. 

So it was finally time to consider expanding their pack. Much of Rumi’s flurry of interior design at the start of the move-in had been consumed with setting up a proper nursery. Mira had been her designer for that endeavor as, according to Mira, no child of hers was going to go without a clearly defined aesthetic. 

Every room in the house was pre-planned. They had space for their private hobbies, space for Rumi to nest, guest space for if Bobby or Celine came to stay, the bathrooms, the bedrooms, and finally the nursery. Mira had settled on a moody sage color for the walls and Rumi had since gone feral filling it with soft creme bedding and fabrics and toys.

So going off birth control was the natural conclusion. They felt ready. Bobby had already drafted the statement of their official extended hiatus and the girls planned to release an official video on the matter afterwards. They would not be going on any talkshows about it, not this time. The plan was to quietly sink into their contentment and only come out once they were ready to announce their child to the world.

Mira felt a smile break out onto her lips. She had her straw wedged between her teeth, a habit stolen from Zoey, and she dropped it into her glass with a quiet clink. Mira reached up to stretch out her spine, long arms dangling overhead. She craned her neck from side to side, both stretching and seeking to lay eyes on her pack.

And that she did. Zoey, ever the Californian, was wading in the rooftop pool that she’d dove into almost as soon as they’d arrived. They had the whole suite booked for a solid week, since there was a chance that their respective ruts and heats might trigger before they would otherwise go home. 

The fond smile on Mira’s face grew stronger as she watched Zoey, hair soaked and down to her shoulders, floating in a black halo around her head as she back floated in the pool. Rumi wasn’t far off, on a lounge chair, long legs folded underneath her as she worked her way through some wellworn paperback. 

It was sunset. They’d officially entered the transition of summer into fall and everything felt soaked in golden honey. The sun was rippling in the reflection of the pool, glimmering gold like how they’d use to dream the Honmoon would someday look. 

Mira watched quietly as Zoey kicked off the far wall of the pool and started paddling towards the edge closest to Mira. Zoey’s strong thighs were twisting under the water and Mira felt the faintest hint of heat pooling in her gut. She scooted her bar seat out and stood, poured a glass of ice water, and padded to the water’s edge. Sat down with ease.

Zoey dipped her head fully below the water before she re-emerged, spinning around and wiping the water off her face so she could look up at Mira. Smiled widely at the sight of the glass of water. “A woman after my own heart” Zoey crooned, reaching out with wiggly fingers and grabby hands to steal the glass from Mira. Mira rolled her eyes fondly. 

“Still after it, though I claimed it years ago eh?” Mira replied, voice full of dry amusement. Zoey took a massive swig of the water and Mira watched with rapt interest as a bit dribbled past her lips and made its way down between Zoey’s breasts and disappeared past her sternum. Mira swallowed thickly. 

Zoey took a steadying breath to recover from her chugging. Smiled toothily. “Your dedication to your craft is part of why I love you” Zoey said matter-of-factly, tipping backwards in the water to splash playfully at Mira. It splashed up Mira’s hot thighs, cool and calming, and a few droplets soaked into her terrycloth shorts. 

“I don’t know why I so fervently pursue the love of such a brat” Mira said, nose wrinkling in mock disdain. Zoey stuck her tongue out at her and pushed off the wall, making it halfway across the pool to where Rumi was still curled up in an instant. 

Rumi’s eyebrow quirked but her eyes did not leave her book yet. The hint of a wry smile was tugging at her lips, but she remained composed. “Hi baby” Zoey breathed out, her voice soaked in joyous simplicity. “Wanna swim with me?”

Rumi’s lips thinned out into an attempt at sternness. Her eyes still did not rise. “I’m almost done with this chapter, and then yes. Of course” Rumi said, voice steady and inarguable. It wasn’t a refusal. She never refused Zoey. But it sought concession. 

Zoey stuck out her tongue again. Paddled back to Mira. Hit her with her best doe eyes. Mira said no to Zoey often, which was why she had tried Rumi first. Mira snorted at the display. 

Mira replied before Zoey could even ask. “I’m not even wearing a swimsuit.” Zoey rolled her eyes and blew out a puff of air, incredulous. “We’ve rented out the whole top floor! No staff either. You think I want you to change into a swimsuit when you could skinny dip with me?”

“You’re not skinny dipping, Zoey” was Mira’s simple reply. A quick peel off of soaked spandex was Zoey’s reply. She kept her shorts on, for now, likely due to the lack of grace that would be involved in stripping out of them while in the water. But her top was gone now, pale skin nearly glowing in the fading sunset light and nipples slightly hard already.

Mira growled quietly and sucked her lower lip in between her teeth. Grabbed the abandoned half drank glass of water that Zoey had left behind and put it on a nearby table. Mira tried to focus on the movement of the task and not the shifting heat in her gut.

“Brat.” Mira replied easily, as the condemnation was said nearly daily. Zoey grinned toothily. “It’s gonna get cold in here without the sun warming me up. Sure could use some company from another big dicked alpha with a dream.”

Mira saw Rumi cover a snort from across the pool. “Real helpful over there, princess” Mira shot out, mock glaring at Rumi as she hid the lower half of her face with her book. “You look like you’ve got it covered. Maybe be a more compelling victim and I’ll feel called to rescue you” Rumi replied, voice crisp and inarguable. Mira rolled her eyes again.

And then there were hands, dripping wet, settling over Mira’s clothed crotch. She jolted at the movement and bucked under Zoey’s wet hands. “Jesus Christ, Zoey” Mira complained, skin growing slightly sticky from the chlorine of the pool.

“You were waffling on joining me, so I just sped us up towards the inevitable conclusion” Zoey said, tone all official and undeniable. Like she’d known Mira was being difficult on purpose, but that she’d end up in the water no matter what. Mira flexed her legs under Zoey’s touch, felt the cool rivulets of water traveling the tendons of her flesh.

“Some people enjoy being able to make decisions for themselves” Mira said dryly, readjusting her legs underneath her into something more comfortable as she sat on the concrete ledge. “What boring people!” Zoey replied. “Why would someone want that when I could call the shots for them?”

On cue, Zoey’s fingers started to dig under the waistband of Mira’s shorts. Pruny fingertips dragged against hot skin and Zoey tried and failed to dig her nails in. Her hands were too slippery to find purchase, so she started dragging the fabric down.

“No decorum” Mira tutted, but lifted her hips in compliance regardless. As the fabric was slipped down Mira contorted herself so that they could be thrown vaguely somewhere behind her, removed her shirt, and then slipped into the water with a muted splash.

She swore she could’ve heard the sound of Rumi’s neck snapping to watch the movement. Mira’s feet reached the bottom of the pool easily and she ghosted through the water. The water met Zoey’s collarbone and she was paddling slightly to stay evenfooted, whereas Mira towered over her. Mira smiled softly at the display of the younger alpha, craning her neck slightly to keep up with Mira’s movements. 

Mira took a step forward. Zoey took a step back. “Hesitant, now that you have what you want” Mira said quietly, almost too quiet for Rumi to hear. Mira reached out to Zoey’s shoulder and ushered her into her arms, twisting her in the water until she was against the pool wall where Rumi would still be able to watch them. 

Mira’s hand slipped easily and quickly under the loose waistband of Zoey’s trunks and yanked until her cock bobbed free. Zoey floundered to kick the shorts off entirely and they floated up somewhere behind Mira with a muted plop. Bikini top abandoned as well. Mira leaned in until her lips were grazing the outer shell of Zoey’s ear, hot breath on cool skin.

“Wanna know a secret?” Mira whispered, smiling wickedly against Zoey’s skin. She felt moreso than heard Zoey’s shuddering whimper. Mira’s eyes flitted downwards and she could see a dribble of precum floating out of Zoey’s cock and floating toward the surface. 

“You fucking stink” Mira said. Zoey’s half lidded eyes fluttered open in confusion and she looked at Mira, more expectant than hurt. “The pool chlorine has dimmed it a bit, but you fucking reek of prerut. Rumi’s doing a shit job hiding her symptoms of preheat as well” Mira said, easily and clinically, eyes flicking to where Rumi was ill-masking the fact that she was listening. Rumi squeaked indignantly.

“That’s your second frozen margarita of the night, Rumi. That means your fangs are coming in and you need to take ibuprofen before your soon-to-be glowing patterns give you a fever” Mira called out over her shoulder, eyes shifted back to Zoey. Over the years, the idiosyncrasies of Rumi’s heats had become evident. At this point, Mira could handle them with almost medical precision. Could take care of both Rumi and Zoey without breaking a sweat. Unless she wanted to do so.

Mira reached under Zoey’s legs, submerging herself to the chin briefly, and lifted Zoey up until she was sat on a towel at the ledge of the pool. Zoey and Rumi both gasped quietly, though they were across the pool from one another. 

Mira dipped herself fully under the water and emerged, dripping, eyes set on Zoey. Zoey was sitting on top of her hands, trying her best to be some form of obedient. Mira smirked. “It’s rare you’re so obedient, Zoey. What’s changed all of a sudden?” As she asked, Mira’s head dipped lower, til her cheek grazed Zoey’s throbbing cock. Zoey shuddered violently.

“Occasionally, I get the impression that obedience might actually get me something I want” Zoey breathed out, muscles flexing with the effort to stay still. It was, in fact, quite rare that Mira took care of Zoey in this way. This was usually a job reserved for Rumi. But it was a special night and Mira was feeling indulgent. For now.

“Excellent call” Mira murmured, mouth hot against the side of Zoey’s cock. She opened her mouth, fangs just starting to become pronounced from her burgeoning rut, and licked a hot stripe up Zoey’s length. She groaned unrestrained, still sitting over her hands and body rocking from the sensation. Mira chuckled darkly. 

Part of the reason why it benefitted Zoey to stay still when Mira sucked her cock was the fact that Mira was going to continue to use her teeth. If Zoey was still and obedient, it was thrilling. A tantalizing sensation just on the right side of painful. But if she bucked into Mira’s mouth without permission or was otherwise troublesome, there would be an immediate punishment. 

Mira kissed up and down Zoey’s length, open mouthed and wet. Her long tongue was undulating across Zoey’s flesh, worshipping her flushed skin until the veins alongside her dick were thrumming in anticipation. 

“You’re lucky I like your stink” Mira mused, lips vibrating Zoey’s shaft and making her groan a degree deeper. Zoey’s scent was nearly cloying, something sweet and never fully identifiable. Tonight it smelled like hot sugar in a pot on the stove, stirred rapidly until it crystalized into molten caramel. Mira drank the scent in, felt it coating her lungs and sinking into her mind.

When Mira kissed the tip of Zoey’s dick, she nearly ripping the towel beneath her apart in the effort to stay still. Mira heard Rumi gasp from across the pool, book clearly forgotten, and Mira grinned against Zoey’s skin. Licked up a dribble of precum and hummed at the taste. 

Mira was mercifully gentle as she took Zoey’s cock into her mouth. Another night, one where Zoey was mouthier, Mira would’ve been rougher. But Zoey was doing her best to be obedient and so Mira rewarded that, with feathersoft lips and gentle sucking movements. Mira bobbed her head up and down, unable to fully swallow Zoey’s length, but used her hands to hold Zoey’s hips down and make her focus on the sensations.

Mira nearly unhinged her jaw in her effort to take Zoey’s cock down. It wasn’t often she did this and, despite herself, Mira wanted to do a good job. She huffed air in through her nose, greedily, as she made it over halfway down Zoey’s cock. Felt the younger alpha absolutely fucking trembling with the effort not to thrust upwards. Hummed in satisfaction. 

Mira’s hands drifted below, one hand on Zoey’s balls and the other at her hint of a knot. It wouldn’t bloom, not fully, not without Rumi closer. But Mira knew the stimulation would feel good so she pressed lightly at Zoey’s base, cradling her balls in the way she knew Zoey liked best.

“Really, really like this” Zoey murmured out, voice hitched and strained. Zoey had a weird way of lasting longer than the other two women, especially if she was enjoying something novel or particularly pleasurable. Mira took a deeper breath at the knowledge that Zoey wasn’t going to cum yet, not like this.

Mira let go of Zoey’s cock with a wet pop. Zoey gasped at the sudden chill of the night air, as the sun had fully set. The autosensor lights on the deck clicked on and bathed everything in a cool blue light. “Rumi” Mira said, voice drenched in seriousness. She heard their omega squeak in surprise.

“Come here pretty girl. I was going to work Zoey up to the edge of an orgasm and then stop so we could start breeding you, but I should’ve known Zoey would take her time.” Mira explained, hands coming up to idly pump at Zoey’s wet cock and keep her stimulated. Zoey groaned at the sensation.

The lounge chair scraped against the concrete as Rumi nearly sprinted over. Mira could hear more than see Rumi shedding her bathing suit, the fabric hitting the ground somewhere along the way, and then the rapid splash of Rumi entering the water not far-off from Rumi and Mira. 

A soft glow was emanating from Rumi’s patterns, light pink and loving. The water picked up the glow and radiated it outwards, til the cool blue of the night mixed with Rumi’s pink and came up lilac. Rumi’s eyes were shining in the light, earnest and eager. 

Rumi shifted in the water til she was bumping shoulders with Mira, who released her grip on Zoey’s cock and slid to the side. Mira watched intently as Rumi took over, head tilting to nose at the base of Zoey’s cock until the younger alpha moaned.

Rumi opened her mouth and licked an eager path from blooming knot to tip. Zoey’s hips shuddered but she kept her hands underneath herself, keenly aware that Mira was still watching for compliance of the unspoken rule that’d been established. Mira smiled in satisfaction and her hand came forth to knot itself gently in Rumi’s hair.

Rumi was always devoted whenever she sucked one of her alphas’ off. She chirped, deep in her throat, resolutely focused on the task at hand. Her fangs were lightly protruding, a sign of her looming heat, but she’d learned over the years to keep them tucked away from her alphas’ more sensitive flesh. Biting was a job generally reserved for Mira.

When Rumi finally took the tip of Zoey’s cock into her mouth, Zoey nearly toppled backwards. Mira was grateful she’d laid the towel down, as Zoey likely would’ve scraped her elbows otherwise as she craned backwards and laid down nearly flush to the ground from the pleasure. Her heels were hooked against the sleek vinyl siding of the pool and she fought not to buck from pleasure.

Rumi sunk down to the base of Zoey’s cock with ease, lips grazing the alpha’s growing knot. Now that Rumi was here, now that Zoey’s brain was processing the very real possibility of fucking an omega, her knot was increasingly present. 

Mira’s cock twitched underwater as she watched Rumi deepthroat Zoey, bobbing up and down until a slick, quick rhythm was established. Mira released her grip on Rumi’s head to graze her touch over Zoey’s knot, pushing the alpha closer to orgasm. Zoey’s moans were growing increasingly broken and stuttering, sweat pooling in the divot between her breasts. Mira recognized the signs of Zoey’s impending orgasm and spoke.

“Stop.” Rumi’s bobbing stilled instantly, though she whined her complaints around Zoey’s cock. Zoey nearly cursed her frustration, hands balling up into fists. “We’re not wasting anything tonight. The whole point of tonight is to breed. No exceptions.”

Zoey balled the towel up in her fists, biceps flexing as she yanked the fabric in frustration til it nearly ripped apart. “Why the fuck did you get me so riled up then?” Zoey questioned, eyes struggling not to roll back in her head as Rumi’s mouth was still on her cock.

“Let go baby” Mira said gently, easing Rumi back despite the omega’s clear displeasure with the situation. “Because I want to see you be rough with Rumi. You’re hot when you’re frustrated and once she’s knocked up we’ll have to be gentler.”

Zoey and Rumi’s faces flushed red in tandem. Mira grinned wickedly, hummed contentedly as she hoisted herself out of the pool and stood over them both. “Plus working you up like this is pushing you further into rut. I want us all in either rut or heat before anyone’s allowed to cum. We’re knocking her up on night one.”

Zoey scrambled to stand up, offering her hands to Rumi to help her out of the water and stand up as well. Mira walked to the sliding glass doors of their suites, hips swaying and cock heavy, with Rumi and Zoey trodding in behind her. 

“Sit” Mira commanded, once they’d all dried off and stood before the bed. Rumi and Zoey obeyed without question and Mira hummed quietly in satisfaction. She knelt between them, a faux act of submission that actually reeked of control. 

Zoey sat to Mira’s left. Mira’s left hand came up and gently grasped Zoey’s cock, still slick with Rumi’s spit. Mira started pumping gently, working Zoey back up. Simultaneously, her right hand drifted between Rumi’s thighs, knocking them open with ease.

Her right hand started working idly over Rumi’s clit, thumbing the hardened bud while her fingers held Rumi open. Rumi whined, high and needy, at the sudden pleasure. A gush of slick hit Mira’s hands and she smiled at the response. “Good girl” Mira said simply, thumb increasing speed a tick in reward.

The air in the room was growing sticky and warm, heated up by their bodies and the pheromones all three were pumping. Mira’s eyes drifted up to watch Zoey and Rumi’s reactions, measuring how far gone they were. 

Zoey’s eyes were growing increasingly cloudy and she was biting down on her lower lip from the effort to stay grounded. Rumi, in contrast, had too-bright eyes and a slack mouth. Mira hummed in focus. They were both so close.

“Here’s what’s going to happen” Mira said, matter-of-fact and resolute. “I’m going to work you both up to the edge and then stop. So don’t get your hopes up now. You’re both close to breaking. I can see it. Your looming rut and heat respectively. Once they hit, and only once they hit, will you be allowed to cum. And neither of you can cum until Zoey has knotted you, Rumi. We are not going to be wasteful tonight.”

Zoey’s eyes grew a degree foggier and Rumi’s mouth hung slack, a bit of drool starting to leak out. “Give yourselves over to me. Give me what I want. I know you both want to be good for me.”

Zoey’s hips bucked violently as she fought not to orgasm. She groaned low in her throat and Mira could almost hear the sound of her teeth grinding together from the effort. Rumi, in contrast, was growing more and more pliable, like putty underneath her touch. Mira could feel Rumi loosening up bit by bit, core clenching around nothing. Mira’s lips quirked in pleasure at the submissive display. 

“Good girls” she crooned. Zoey was too far gone to protest, still trying desperately not to cum too soon. Rumi whined in response. Mira released her grip on both of them and stood up. She swapped her hands and offered one to each of her packmates, so that they could taste the other’s spend. Zoey nearly bit Mira’s hand off in her effort to clean her and Rumi’s mouth was so slack Mira could’ve shoved her fingers to the back of her throat.

Once her hands were clean, Mira pushed them both back. Both her girls fell back, flushed and wanting and perfectly submissive. Mira grinned, a mix of pride and wickedness on her face. “Show me how much you love each other. I want to hear you both.”

She could tell from how Zoey scrambled to mount Rumi that she was gone now, fully submerged in her rut. Zoey nearly yanked Rumi’s thighs apart, causing the omega to whine and moan. Rumi’s scent, heat heavy, bloomed in the air like a log in a fireplace that’d just caught. 

Mira could actually hear the sound of Zoey splitting Rumi apart, the rush of slick that tried to cushion Zoey’s brutal entrance. Rumi gasped violently and Zoey shuddered in time with her breaths. A frantic pace was established, Zoey’s legs readjusting constantly as she tried to find the right leverage to shove herself as far into Rumi as possible. They were fucking feral for each other. 

Sometimes it took prep and effort for Rumi to be ready for her alphas’ knots. That was not the case tonight. Zoey slid in with one great push, Rumi’s slick accommodating the pressure with relative ease. Rumi’s vocal cords vibrated with the effort as she purred and keened. 

“Need to breed, need to cum in you” Zoey grunted out, hands so tight on Rumi’s hips they were inevitably going to leave bruises. Rumi whined in affirmation, unable to articulate her consent but desperately craving Zoey’s load. Mira chuckled lowly. 

Zoey’s hips slammed to an abrupt stop as she orgasmed, feet scrambling for purchase on the sleek bedsheets. Her knees dragged on the mattress til she nearly had rugburn. Zoey and Rumi groaned in time, voices overlapping in perfect harmony. 

It was the sort of orgasm that got more intense before it came back down. Zoey’s gasps didn’t stop, just hitched and keened as she struggled to regain composure. Mira could tell that Rumi was locking down hard on Zoey’s cock, ultimately pulling her into another orgasm with Zoey hardly moving. They both gasped at the overstimulation. 

“Good” Mira said quietly, hand coming up to trace Zoey’s spine and rub soothing circles into her skin. Mira sat down beside them both, watching with reverence as Rumi blinked blearily at her and tried to come back down to earth. Zoey’s shoulder muscles were rippling with the effort to stay still, to not start fucking Rumi to pieces all over again. 

“Take your time, sweet loves. You’re both perfect for me, perfect for each other” Mira said, all warmth and affirmation now that they were spent. Zoey’s knot slowly deflated and she eventually rolled to the side, cock released from Rumi’s core with a wet pop. Rumi whined at the absence.

“Need you” Rumi whined out, rolling to place a haphazard hand on Mira’s thighs. Her cock jumped at the attention. “Zoey is leaking out of me and it’s going to waste and I need you too, want to have both your pups” Rumi blathered out, clearly growing delirious from her heat. Mira felt the omega’s words rattle her to the core. 

“Yes ma’am” Mira said, smiling wryly and full of indulgence. She gently pried Rumi’s legs apart, careful not to spill too much of Zoey’s cum, and easily slipped inside the omega. Zoey grunted at the sight, hand forming a loose fist around her own cock.

Mira hummed at the sensation of Rumi’s hole, already fucked and cum filled. It was different from the first fuck, where Rumi was usually tight and smooth. She was throbbing now, slightly loosened, and Mira’s cock slid easily through Zoey’s spend. Mira’s hips built up an easy rhythm, thrusting in time with Zoey’s hand on her own cock.

“Can’t wait to see you pregnant, sweet girl” Mira murmured, kissing Rumi’s forehead with a gentle ease that was mismatched to the lewd thrusts of her hips. “You’re gonna look so good, full of our pups and carrying on our legacies. Gonna be a beautiful mother for our brood.”

Rumi whined quietly at the notion, legs wrapping around Mira to keep her close. Her arms were loosely wrapped around Mira’s shoulders, resting lightly until a particularly hard thrust, at which point she dug her nails into Mira’s skin. Mira drank in the sensation. 

“You’re still not allowed to cum unless it’s in Rumi” Mira said abruptly, eyes snapping to Zoey as she detected the younger alpha getting closer. Zoey groaned in frustration. “Your time will come, hold tight for me” Mira said, voice growing strained as her own orgasm fought closer to the surface.

Mira came abruptly, as she always did. Her orgasm took even her by surprise, knocking the air from her chest as her cum mixed with Zoey’s and filled Rumi to the brim. “Come here” Mira ordered, hitching her hips up so that Rumi’s channel widened. Zoey scrambled into place until her cock was lined up with the void. Rumi gasped in anticipation.

It had taken time to get to where this act was even feasible, but now it was an instinctive as breathing. Zoey slid her cock in beside Mira’s and came almost instantly, just from the friction and the pressure. Her cock pulsed out her release, til Rumi was so full that it leaked out even past the lock of her alphas’ knots. 

“You’re gonna be such a good mother to our pups” Mira said quietly, voice soaked in fondness. Rumi and Zoey were both far beyond words, incoherent in their respective heat and rut. Mira knew hers was looming, that she’d lose control soon. 

But for now? She was going to bask in it.

Chapter Text

Zoey knew that, once Rumi was pregnant, a lot of things would change. That the rhythm their pack had established over the last odd decade or so would shift, inevitably, to accommodate their family expanding. 

Some of these changes, Zoey considered herself to be relatively well-braced for. She’d coordinated with Mira and Bobby to make sure they had one of their best tailors on speed dial to update Rumi’s wardrobe throughout the pregnancy as her clothing size changed. 

Zoey had done ample research on how Rumi’s temperament and behavior might change and was seeing it happen in real time. The first thing was her nesting. Zoey had read ahead of time that Rumi was likely going to have her nesting instincts kicked into high drive, so Zoey had prepared for that.

The main thing that Rumi was fixated on was keeping their home clean and presentable for the baby’s arrival. That was, Zoey figured, a generally reasonable request. But it had gone into hyperdrive, as she now had the regular tasks of scrubbing every baseboard in their brand new house and dusting the fans in every room at least once a week. But it was fine, she’d prepared for this.

Rumi’s love languages had shifted as well. Ever since the new Honmoon had been formed, Rumi had been really big on physical touch. She pretty much always wanted to be touching either of her alphas, or ideally both, at any given time. But now, Rumi was so overheated and sore that unless one of them was giving her a massage she was keeping her distance. 

Which was a little tough, but again, Zoey had prepared for this. Mira was always the big spoon, but Zoey spent basically every night curled into her since Rumi had started craving space to feel the AC on her skin at night.

In place of physical affection, Zoey had found that Rumi was really into receiving gifts. Part of it was her nesting instinct, as any item procured was something that could be added to the nest. But Zoey had found that, the more thoughtful the gift, the more it touched Rumi. Whether it was a treat she’d been craving, a little trinket for the nursery, or a pair of shoes meant to alleviate her back pain, Rumi was deeply touched.

And constantly teary. My fucking god. Zoey had long grown used to the fact that Rumi generally only cried at truly tragic moments or, more often than not, during her heats. But tears were a constant now. Usually they were triggered by a mood swing or stress, but receiving a gift was a surefire way to trigger happy tears. 

Again, Zoey had prepared for this. She’d done research and talked it through with Mira and Bobby and vetted their processes and done everything she could to make sure she was emotionally prepared for the pregnancy. 

And, to her credit, she felt like she was doing pretty fucking well. Rumi was content or, more than content, Rumi was happy. She had a constant glow about her now and pregnancy suited her remarkably well. She honestly looked more beautiful than ever.

And that was the one thing Zoey had not calculated for. For as much as she’d tried to plan around how the pregnancy would affect Rumi, and how Zoey needed to act in order to accommodate the changes, she had not realized how much Rumi’s pregnancy would affect Zoey herself. 

Because god, was Rumi beautiful. Zoey found that her alpha instincts, just as much as Rumi’s omega ones, had been propelled into the fucking stratosphere. The realization that Rumi was carrying their pack’s child had activated some sort of previously dormant love and dedication that had Zoey absolutely knocked on her ass.

All Zoey wanted to do was serve Rumi. Zoey had always prioritized Mira and Rumi in her life but, in all honesty, Zoey considered herself to be a somewhat selfish person. Mira and Rumi had empowered her over the years to be honest about her needs and desires and she wasn’t afraid anymore to vocalize and act on them. When she wanted something, she told them. 

Until now. There was a lot that she was still honest about, to be fair. She was honestly grateful for the opportunities to be at Rumi’s beck and call, to make sure that their omega was taken care of and happy and well. It made her alpha instincts go haywire, to know so profoundly that she was doing her biological duty and continuing on her line and caring for her pack.

But the one thing she wasn’t being honest about was how fucking down bad she was for Rumi. Because, as previously mentioned, she was so goddamn beautiful. Pregnancy suited her so well. 

Zoey had always been attracted to fit people. Lean muscle and obvious physical strength were some of her biggest turn-ons. It wasn’t that she couldn’t be attracted to less physically fit people, it just wasn’t as common for her.

But as Rumi had slowly gained a bit of weight throughout the pregnancy, as her muscles had been cushioned with an additional layer of softness and her features had grown gentler, Zoey’s attraction to her had fucking skyrocketed.

Maybe it was the knowledge of why her features were changing, but Zoey was so deeply attracted to Rumi. Every time she looked at her, she was struck down by the knowledge that Rumi was carrying their child and she was so goddamn lucky that was the case.

Also, her body was banging. Her thighs were curvier now and her ass was so lovely and shapely. Her breasts were heavier now with the weight of impending duty to feed their child and Zoey could not keep her eyes off Rumi. 

It was understandable that Rumi was insecure about it though. She’d taken to turning to face away from Mira and Zoey while changing and it was less common that she’d agree to shower with them these days. And it was fucking killing Zoey, because all she wanted to do was jump Rumi’s bones.

Or, that wasn’t worded quite right. She wanted to serve Rumi. Whatever would make Rumi feel good, Zoey wanted to do. She’d never been a service oriented person in bed, that was more Rumi’s thing. But for whatever reason Zoey felt hard-wired now to do exactly what Rumi needed to feel good. 

Which, unfortunately for Zoey, had largely meant keeping her distance. Mira and Zoey had always thought, back before they knew about Rumi’s patterns, that she was just a really modest person. And to be fair, to some extent, Rumi was. She was certainly more prudish than either of her other packmates. 

But now, she was downright avoidant of being intimate with them. Chaste kisses were permitted and brief nuzzling was allowed. Hand holding sometimes or, if Zoey was lucky, a foot rub. But past that, Rumi was distanced. 

And that was the one thing that was killing Zoey. She was nearly dizzy from her attraction to Rumi. During the day, she’d taken to wearing only certain kinds of pants, those that best concealed her constant raging hardon. At night, Zoey had nearly constant wet dreams. It was fucking brutal and Zoey was doing everything she could to hide it from Rumi. She didn’t want to burden her with this, especially when it was seemingly clear that Rumi wasn’t comfortable with it. 

Mira knew though. Was intimately aware of the issue. That was how Zoey found herself in her current predicament, after all. Zoey was staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, crammed up against the bathroom counter with her pants around her ankles and her hard dick nestled uncomfortably against the counter drawers.

Mira was fucking her in the ass. It was roughly five in the morning and Rumi hadn’t woken up yet, but Zoey had woken from another wet dream. Mira was already awake, watching Zoey’s sleep emission with rapt attention. She’d stuck her hand down Zoey’s sleep shorts, wiped up some of her cum, and crammed her fingers in Zoey’s mouth until she sucked them clean.

And then ushered them both in the bathroom for a quick and nearly silent fuck. This was commonplace now. They had to get their sexual frustrations out somehow, as Mira was in a similar boat to Zoey. They both wanted to worship Rumi, but had to respect her boundaries. So they were each other’s stress relief now. 

“Can’t reach my dick” Zoey stage-whispered, glaring at Mira in the mirror. Mira grunted in reply, clearly prioritizing her own pleasure in the moment. “Just let me cum, I’ll make it worth your while afterwards” was Mira’s reply. Zoey groaned in response. This was just gonna be a rough ride overall, then. 

Mira was thrusting so hard that it had Zoey pinned to the counter. There was simply no fucking way that she was going to manage to get her hand around her own dick, which was weeping precum against the counter. That was going to need to be wiped up immediately, Zoey registered distantly. 

It wasn’t that getting fucked in the ass didn’t feel good. It did, very much so. In these generally rare acts of submission, though this act had grown more common since Rumi had gotten pregnant, Zoey felt like her fucking brains were rattling around in her skull as she was fucked. 

To be used like this was intoxicating. Zoey was usually a bit of a brat about it, liked to tease and rile Mira up until she knew that the fuck was going to be hard and rough the way she liked it. 

But they’d honestly started skipping a lot of their usual foreplay, both because they were already so keyed up from their attraction to Rumi and because they didn’t have that much time. It was important to both Mira and Zoey that Rumi didn’t realize just how fucking horny her alphas were, that she didn’t feel obligated to take care of them. 

Zoey could tell from the way that Mira was manhandling her that she was getting close. One hand was bruising fingerprints into Zoey’s hip, while the other was wrapped up in her hair and nearly yanking it out. Mira grunted softly as she approached her peak. 

And then, to their mutual horror, the bathroom door started to push open. Mira struggled to pull back, pull out and back away from that precipice, and just barely managed not to cum. But it was way too late to hide what was happening. 

Rumi’s face was initially confused and then, very rapidly, obviously hurt. Zoey thought she might’ve seen a hint of arousal mixed in, but that was overshadowed by Rumi’s grief. Mira pulled out of Zoey with a disarming speed, which Zoey struggled not to moan at. She scrambled to pull her pants up, hide her own erection, and turned to face Rumi.

Mira took the reins, which Zoey was grateful for. “Hi baby” Mira said, voice soft and gentle. Mira, unfortunately, had already shed all her clothes before. So she was standing naked, dick hard and leaking, but made resolute eye contact with Rumi and tried to ignore it. Zoey admired her focus, honestly.

Rumi’s response was a devastating gut punch. Her hands came up to wrap around her stomach, swollen and round from the pregnancy, and cradled herself with clear shame. Rumi’s eyes shone with unshed tears and Zoey could see from across the room that Rumi’s jaw was quavering.

“Am I really that unattractive now? You guys have to fuck each other in secret just to get off? I can’t even watch?” The words absolutely wrecked Zoey. Mira and Zoey worked in instant tandem. The room was crossed with alarming speed. Zoey squeezed behind Rumi and wrapped her in a loose embrace as Mira gently grabbed Rumi’s face, wiped her unshed tears and cradled her jaw.

“Rumi, baby. No, please. We’re only in here because we didn’t want to burden you with our knothead asses” Mira said, voice insistent and aching for Rumi to understand. Zoey kissed Rumi’s clothed shoulders, careful not to bump into her with her everpresent erection.

“Baby, we’re so attracted to you that it hurts” Zoey added, voice muffled against Rumi’s shirt. Rumi snorted in disbelief. “Yeah fucking right. I love you both, but you don’t have to lie to me. We barely even touch anymore.”

Mira and Zoey’s hearts nearly split in two. Rumi swallowed thickly and continued. “I know I’m fatter now, I know you’re less attracted to me, and that’s okay. It’s worth it to know I’m bringing our child into the world and I know I’ll get my body back someday. But I just. I don’t know. I guess I wasn’t prepared for the realization that you guys were still attracted to each other and fucking without me.”

Mira and Zoey didn’t even have to verbalize their next moves to each other. They locked eyes with each other over Rumi’s shoulder and Rumi whined, upset at their nonverbal act of trust. 

But then Zoey stepped back and Mira lifted Rumi into the air with ease, like she hadn’t gained any weight at all. Rumi gasped in shock and, despite her upset, wrapped around Mira for support. Zoey walked backwards to their bed, sat down with a thump as Mira carefully deposited Rumi beside her. Mira knelt before Rumi and Zoey’s hand came to gentle touch Rumi’s knee. 

“I am literally dizzy every day from how hard I am when I look at you” Zoey confessed, lip twitching from the brutal honesty. Rumi looked at her incredulously. “It’s true” Mira added, nearly deadpan. “I can’t say we haven’t been intimate without you, but that’s just been me trying to sate Zoey’s horniness for you.”

“Baby, we thought you wanted distance. Early on in the pregnancy you started pushing us away a bit, hiding your body and rejecting our advances, so we were just trying to respect your boundaries.”

Rumi’s face twisted in confusion and, Zoey thought, a bit of hope. Zoey’s fingers wrapped tighter around Rumi’s knee, digging in with insistence. Zoey spoke. “I cannot even begin to articulate how sorry I am that we made you feel undesirable. We misread. We should’ve talked to you. I am so sorry, baby.”

Mira nodded in affirmation and leaned forward, forehead bumping against Rumi’s in a gentle act of apology. Zoey leaned forward as well, kissing Rumi’s cheek and nuzzling against her scalp. Rumi gasped, throat clogged with tears and heartache.

“I started hiding because I was ashamed of how my body is changing. I thought you both wouldn’t want to see me, changing from a literal idol body into a soon-to-be mom. I’m the fattest I’ve ever been and none of my old clothes fit. It doesn’t help that I’m constantly bothering you both with my cravings.”

The knife of shame twisted deeper in Mira and Zoey’s chests. Mira spoke. “Baby, our alpha instincts have been going haywire with attraction to you. I cannot even begin to explain how much, literally biologically, we are into you right now. You’re carrying our child. We are so goddamn lucky and you are so fucking beautiful.”

Rumi gasped quietly. Mira kissed her forehead again, dry and chaste. Zoey hummed against Rumi’s skin, something soft and soothing. Quiet sobs wracked Rumi’s form. “I just thought you both weren’t attracted to me anymore.”

Mira leaned back from Rumi, tilted her head until she made teary eye contact. Zoey leaned back as well and her eyes were on them both, quiet and resolute. “Rumi, baby. Can I please kiss you? Can we show you how much we love you, please?”

Rumi nodded, shaky and fragile. Mira leaned forward without hesitation, met Rumi’s quavering lips with quiet strength. Rumi gasped against Mira’s mouth and Zoey felt heat stirring low in her gut. To finally see Rumi submit to them, to let them love her, was doing absolutely demonic things to Zoey’s hormones.

Zoey watched as Mira’s lower lip wedged itself between Rumi’s, as she slowly worked Rumi’s mouth open so she could explore her mouth. Rumi whined against her mouth, quiet and broken. Zoey’s hand returned to Rumi’s lap, rubbed circles with increasing pressure as the kiss heated up.

Rumi let out a whiny moan as Mira’s bit her lower lip. Mira broke the kiss and her hand came up to rub Rumi’s lip with gentle care, soothing the bite. A string of drool wrapped itself around Mira’s thumb and Rumi’s eyes were bright with hope and attraction. 

“Me next, please” Zoey said softly. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d said please in an intimate context, usually reserved for acts of horny desperation. This wasn’t that. Zoey felt like a zealot at worship, begging for a crumb of salvation. Rumi nodded shakily.

Zoey took Rumi’s mouth with her own and it felt like the universe righted itself all at once. Rumi’s mouth was soft and familiar, tasted of her signature omega scent. Zoey drank it up, felt like she was taking a hit of pure unadulterated smoke. She was nearly high off it. 

Zoey hummed in satisfaction as Rumi let her tongue inside her mouth. Zoey felt herself getting harder at the knowledge that Mira had just done the same, that they were finally sharing their omega again.

Mira’s hands gently worked Rumi’s legs open and her knee bumped against Zoey as her legs were spread. Zoey’s eyes were closed but she felt Rumi whine against her and knew Mira must be palming her core. Rumi was wearing pajama pants, as she’d taken to covering up since the pregnancy, and Zoey felt herself getting harder at the thought of the fabric getting soaked with Rumi’s slick.

Mira’s hand came up and gently separated Zoey and Rumi’s kiss. Her other hand tapped at Rumi’s thighs in silent question. “Can I take these off, baby? Can we show you how in love with you we are?” Mira asked.

Another sob wracked Rumi’s form. She nodded, shakily, hips lifting to help Mira remove her panties and pajama bottoms in one fell swoop. Zoey’s hands crept under Rumi’s night shirt, started palming her soft breasts with fascination.

“Love your body so much. Love you so much” Zoey murmured fervently, nails digging lightly into Rumi’s skin until goosebumps rose up and her nipples hardened. Zoey groaned at the sound of Mira’s fingers making contact with Rumi’s core, a soft wet sound of fingers meeting slick.

“Perfect baby” Mira added, voice soaked in absolute admiration. Rumi let out a hiccuping moan and Zoey shifted on the bed until she was behind Rumi, let their omega fall against her limply as her legs widened to give Mira better access.

Despite the extra cushion, Zoey could still see corded muscles jump under Rumi’s thighs as Mira began her ministrations. One hand held Rumi open, while the other ran deft fingertips from clit to entrance and gathered up slick. 

Mira’s wet fingers reached up to Zoey’s lips and Rumi watched with bated breath as Zoey licked them clean, her eyes fluttering closed with arousal. “So fucking delicious, you taste so fucking fertile” Zoey groaned around Mira’s fingers, nipping them lightly once clean. Rumi flushed pink.

Mira’s hands resumed lavishing Rumi with attention. Zoey’s hands traveled up and down Rumi’s torso, taking turns between pinching at her soft breasts and running nails over her swollen stomach. Zoey could feel the swell of her stomach and felt dizzy with the knowledge that this was their omega and that she was carrying their pup. 

One of Mira’s hands began to zero in on Rumi’s clit. She ran a rapid, flicking path across them, absolutely bullying the hardened bud with attention. Rumi’s moans were growing more and more broken as she was pushed closer to the edge.

“Don’t make me cum yet” Rumi whined out, instantly slowly Mira’s attention. “If you both really love me you’ll cum inside me, you won’t limit me to just your hands” Rumi gasped out, head lilting to the side til she could hide her face against the column of Zoey’s throat.

Both alphas groaned in tandem. Mira’s voice was rough as she spoke. “We’ll both cum inside you darling, don’t you worry about that. But I hope you don’t think we’ll stop there. We’re going to make you cum until you beg us to stop. We’ve both been waiting months for this.”

Rumi whined against Zoey’s throat, opened her mouth and bit her alpha’s flesh in claiming. Rumi rarely marked her alphas, always concerned with public image, but that didn’t stop her now. 

“You’re mine” Rumi said, voice soaked in insistence, and then nipped Zoey’s neck again, hard. Zoey’s groan rumbled her vocal cords against Rumi’s mouth. Mira was standing up now, hands soaked with Rumi’s slick as she prepared herself to enter their omega. Zoey scooted back until she was laid against the headboard, caged Rumi in loosely as Mira crawled up the bed and lined herself up. 

“Gonna be gentle, even though I want to ruin you. Gotta be careful of our pup” Mira murmured out, kissing Rumi’s forehead gently in spite of the intensity of the moment. Zoey swore she could feel Mira’s press into Rumi like it was happening herself. She could envision it, the way Rumi’s tight walls would protest the intrusion at first after months of disuse. 

A positively shattered groan ripped its way from Mira’s throat as she pushed in. Rumi had gone silent in her pleasure, gasping mutely as she writhed in Zoey’s arms. The air was heavy with their intimacy as Mira slowly pushed until she was flush with Rumi’s hips, knot resting outside of her.

“Not gonna knot you. You’re already pregnant with my pup” Mira grunted out. Rumi whined at that, distantly aware it was the smart thing to do despite her instincts keening for Mira’s knot. 

“Don’t worry baby” Zoey chuckled out. “We’re gonna knot you into next year as soon as the pup is born. I hope you weren’t aiming for a long break, because you’re carrying mine next.”

Mira started to move. Slowly, with an absolutely mechanical level of attention to detail, she pulled out until she was nearly free from Rumi’s grip. And then pushed back in, just as slowly and carefully. Rumi whined at that, at the nearly teasing pace.

Zoey watched with absolute reverence. Watched as Mira’s biceps bulged from the effort to hold herself up and not fall into Rumi from the pleasure. Watched Rumi’s body, soft from childrearing, quake with pleasure. 

Mira was building up a steady rhythm now, gentle and careful yet pushing and insistent. She was going to pull an orgasm from Rumi like you got a ship out of a bottle, with meticulous attention to detail and absolute care.

Sweat beaded on Mira’s forehead from the strain of her restraint. Rumi was melted beneath her, muscles gone completely slack against Zoey’s body. “Not gonna cum until you do, sweet girl. This is about you. Zoey, can you help me get her there?” Mira grunted.

Zoey twisted until she could reach Rumi’s clit with one hand. From the angle she was at she couldn’t be as precise as she normally would be, but she pressed against the hardened bud until she could build up a messy, pleasurable rhythm. Rumi gasped from the increased stimulation.

“There we go” Mira gasped out. “You’re clenching down so tight on me, such a good girl” Mira praised, groaning from the pleasure. “Are you gonna cum for me, sweet girl? I want to feel you realize how much we love you.”

Rumi cried out. Her orgasm was sudden and it tipped Mira over the edge in an instant. Zoey swallowed thickly as she saw Mira fight not to knot her, knew she was shooting rope after rope into their omega’s pulsing core. Zoey’s muscles rippled from the effort not to get involved.

Mira carefully sunk against Rumi, making sure not to apply too much pressure onto Rumi’s body. Sweat was pooling and dripping down the column of Mira’s throat and Rumi leaned up to lick it away. Zoey groaned at the sight. 

“Do you believe us yet, baby?” Zoey asked, clearly the only one capable of speech in that moment. “Do you understand yet how fucking badly we’ve been wanting you? It’s not your fault you didn’t realize, we should’ve communicated better. But it’s so important that you understand now.”

Rumi whined. She was distinctly needier than usual, almost like she was in heat. “Need you too” Rumi whined out, brattier than typical. “Won’t believe you until you cum in me too” Rumi said, voice soaked in needy, stubborn insistence. Mira hummed in amusement, absolutely wrecked from her own orgasm. “You heard the woman. Hop to it, alpha.”

Mira pulled out of Rumi in one fell swoop, groaning at the feeling of Rumi’s tight walls trying to keep her in. Zoey readjusted until she was laying beside Rumi, nestled against her back in a gentle spoon. Mira lay in front of Rumi, made gentle eye contact as Zoey pried Rumi’s quaking thighs apart.

“Gonna watch you fall apart, baby. Gonna see the exact moment you realize how hopelessly in love with you we are” Mira said, soft yet unyielding. Zoey groaned as her dick bumped against Rumi’s cum filled core. 

Zoey pushed in and nearly came from the first clench of Rumi’s walls on the tip of her dick. Zoey historically lasted the longest out of their trio and had to cum more than them to be sated, but she could tell that wouldn’t be the case this time. She clenched her jaw with focus as she pressed in, trying desperately not to bust just from that.

Rumi was tighter than she’d been in years. She was never loose, obviously, but the sensation was like no other as Zoey pushed in til she reached her hilt. Her knot was swollen, desperate to enter, but she held back.

“You feel fucking incredible” Zoey breathed out, one hand coming around to gently hold Rumi’s pregnant belly. She ran soft circles against the swollen skin and kissed Rumi’s sleep shirt covered shoulders, though the fabric had rucked up to her tits. 

“She looks it too” Mira added, voice soft with admiration. Zoey heard more than saw Mira take Rumi’s mouth in another kiss and Rumi’s hips tilted back, pressed Zoey further inside her in a desperate bid to get her to move.

Zoey quaked with the effort to be gentle. She pulled out slowly, eyes fluttering shut at the insistent pull of Rumi’s walls to keep her inside. Zoey could feel the veins of her dick throbbing, load imminent. 

“Gotta make you cum again. Need you to understand how much we worship you” Zoey grunted out, hand moving from Rumi’s belly to her clit. Zoey knew Rumi was probably overstimulated there from her previous orgasm, but couldn’t find it in herself to care. She needed to feel Rumi fall apart for her, know that Rumi realized how profoundly both Mira and Zoey cared.

Zoey wasn’t going to last. Her alpha pride was wounded a bit at the realization, but she couldn’t find it in herself to be disappointed that she was finally going to cum in her omega again. She kissed Rumi’s back with increased fervor.

“She looks so fucking good like this” Mira said, breaking her kiss with Rumi. “I can tell she’s close, all flushed pink and pretty for us” Mira added, voice warm with amusement and pleasure. “Good” Zoey replied, hips picking up speed just a notch.

“You have to understand how sorry we are” Zoey added suddenly, tone serious despite her horniness. “You’re our whole entire world. We worship the ground you walk on. You’re carrying our child and we’re the luckiest people alive for that.”

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world” Mira added. In tandem, Mira and Zoey spoke. “We love you, Rumi.” And those were the words that pulled Rumi apart, made her cum so hard her walls nearly ripped Zoey apart. Zoey orgasmed as well, violently, and she felt her seed mix with Mira’s and leak out onto her knot. Zoey shuddered at the sensation.

“You’re our everything” Mira said, soft yet insistent. “You’re going to birth our child, a healthy beautiful pup, and we’re going to love you forever. Not just for that, but because you’re our person.”

Rumi’s eyes spilled over with tears. “I don’t know why I let myself believe the stories I was telling myself” Rumi said, voice thick from crying. “I should’ve known you two saps would never change on me.”

“Never ever” Zoey affirmed, nosing the back of Rumi’s head with admiration and insistence. “You’re our whole entire world. You’re going to make our world so much larger and richer and we can’t wait to see what’s next.”

The moment was, in every way, perfect. Soaked with the kind of honeyed warmth that Zoey had thought was only possible in movies. Her wrap around Rumi grew heavy with a sleepy kind of warmth, determined to hold Rumi between them as they finally rested as a unit again.

“Gonna take such good care of you” Zoey said, voice growing sleepy. “We’re gonna make sure you never doubt our love again” Mira added, kissing Rumi’s forehead and then shimmying sheets over top of them. Zoey pulled out of Rumi with gentle ease, shifted around until Rumi was perfectly spooned between them. 

“You’re our family” Zoey finally added. Rumi whined, quiet and sleepy at that. “We’ve only got a few months til our family grows, but it’s only ever gonna be up from here. So lucky to have you, sweet girl.” Rumi hummed at that.

“I’m lucky too.” Rumi added quietly. And it was as simple as that.

Chapter Text

For Rumi, the jealousy built slowly. When Theo was first born, everything was fine. It was better than fine, it was good, great even. He became the center of the trio’s world in a way that Rumi could never have even begun to fathom. It was like the gravity of the universe shifted. Everything was about him and that was the best thing in the world.

It was as he got older and Rumi started having to share her pack with the rest of society that the jealousy started to build. It was a whole process to integrate Theo into ‘normal’ child activities, as they had to be very careful to choose daycare programs and extracurricular activities run by people that wouldn’t be vulture freaks about the fact that his moms were famous.

But over time, thanks in large part to Bobby and Celine, they’d found them. A small private charter school that catered specifically to families with reason to want privacy was the first step. Rumi’s heart had never melted quicker than when Mira and Zoey had brought Theo out, all dressed up in his uniform for his first day. 

Then, as was inevitable, Mira got him into dance. It was clear from the very start that Theo had been born with a hell of a sense of rhythm, as he was easily able to clap on beat by the time he was two. And that little guy had the moves. Rumi grew a degree softer, melted even further, at her wives teaching Theo dance moves in the living room at night.

The final straw was when Zoey started taking Theo to toddler league soccer practice. They were dressed up in matching outfits, as Zoey had found a fit that was the correct color scheme to match his uniform. Mira was out for the day already and Rumi was going to be stuck at home, working on a press release statement on their continued hiatus. Fun stuff.

“We’ll be back in a couple hours, love you more than anything!” Zoey had said, voice all warmth and reassurance as she gave Rumi a quick, dry peck on the temple. Zoey had Theo hoisted on her waist, a habit from his younger years she hadn’t quite kicked yet, and Theo hummed along to a song they’d played on the radio earlier and waved his goodbye.

The door shut with a quick slam and then they were gone. Rumi was alone with her thoughts. And, despite her best efforts, she was jealous. Not of the girls’ time with Theo, no. She had her own litany of hobbies with him, taking him to local musical productions and even plays when he had the wherewithal to sit through them. 

It was when Mira and Zoey came home, soaked in the scent of the outside world, that the jealousy brewed. Because, here was the thing, her wives were fucking hot. They were wildly successful, deeply attractive, responsible alphas with an adorable son. In other people’s defense, Rumi would also drop her panties at the sight of them upon first impression.

But it was the way that they were blatantly attracting the attention of others that was killing Rumi. Her mind flashed back to the previous week, when she’d volunteered to drop Mira and Theo off at dance rehearsal and pick them back up afterwards. She’d sat in the car, a rare instance where they didn’t use a private driver, waiting curbside for them to come outside. 

And come outside they did, with a pack of women surrounding Mira. Mira, to her credit, was clearly not intentionally giving the women anything to work with. She was clearly focused on Theo, pausing to tie his shoe and brush his bangs back with thoughtful care.

But Rumi could see from a hundred yards away that those acts of domestic protectiveness were totally doing it for the other moms walking out with their kids. One woman went so far as to literally crane her neck back, blatantly perfuming the air with her scent. Rumi’s nose crinkled. 

The women literally followed Mira all the way to the car, where Mira vigorously motioned for Rumi to unlock the car so that Mira could deposit Theo in his carseat and escape the desperate herd of (hopefully) single mothers. 

Mira sat down with a heavy thud, sighing in relief at her escape. Rumi watched with narrowed eyes as several of the women peered into the car, saw Rumi, and were clearly disappointed. Rumi grabbed Mira by the shirt collar and pulled her into an entirely inappropriate for public level of a dirty kiss. Mira groaned into her mouth in surprise.

“What the hell was that for?” Mira questioned, once Rumi finally released her. Rumi glared over her shoulder and was pleased to see the crestfallen women finally fucking off. “Just missed you. Want to make sure you didn’t forget you’re mine” Rumi had replied, voice soft but serious. Mira had snorted at the notion, but clearly didn’t think much of it otherwise. 

And then there was Zoey and the goddamned soccer practice. Since Theo’s birth, Zoey had only ever gotten physically fitter. It was important to her, she claimed, to be able to carry Theo around and assist her wives whenever physically possible. The charming bastard. And that was blatantly obvious on the field, where Zoey had started volunteering as a fill-in coach while the usual guy was out on paternity leave. 

Zoey was the picture perfect alpha. Dedicated to the children, strong and protective, intelligent and kind. And fit as fuck. Rumi had sat in the bleachers one day, ostensibly to cheer Theo on in his game, but in reality was entirely too distracted by the women in the bleachers whispering about how hot her wife was. Assholes. 

It was absolutely killing Rumi. She knew neither of her wives would ever act on these other people’s attraction towards them, but the simple knowledge that it wasn’t obvious from a mile away that they were taken was somehow deeply upsetting. Rumi briefly entertained the idea of collaring them and tattooing their foreheads. Alas. 

So by the time her wives returned home, Rumi had a plan. They both looked absolutely perfect, Mira in a white collared dress shirt that she’d pulled tantalizingly up on her strong forearms and Zoey beaded with sweat and pheromones from her time in the sun. Rumi had already arranged all the pieces and simply had to set her plan in motion.

“I’ll start on dinner” Mira had said, dropping her work bag by the coat rack in the foyer. “I’ll get Theo cleaned up” Zoey had added, kneeling before their son and helping him shimmy out of his tiny cleats. “Bobby is on his way” Rumi said, soft and matter-of-fact.

Mira and Zoey both paused. Mira’s hands were halfway through unbuttoning her shirt, revealing the slightly rucked up undershirt beneath her in preparation for the inevitable warmth of the stove. Zoey had one of Theo’s shoes off, but had paused in the middle to look up at Rumi in confusion.

“Why is Bobby on the way?” Mira asked carefully. Theo’s eyes lit up at the realization that his favorite ‘uncle’ was on his way and started to cheer. Zoey gently yanked his other shoe off and hoisted him up on her hip.

“He asked to take Theo for a sleepover” Rumi supplied, careful not to give too much away. Mira’s brow quirked in suspicion. “Well that was abrupt” Mira replied. “What prompted that?” Zoey asked.

“Not sure” Rumi said airily, feigning casual. “I think it’s just been awhile and you both have been so busy lately that I thought we’d take him up on the offer. Is that okay?” There was a pause, both her wives clearly suspicious but unable to press it further. Who were they to complain about a night off?

“What time will he be here?” Mira finally asked, clearly deciding to drop it for now. Rumi’s shoulders relaxed a degree, pleased at this outcome. “About an hour. I’ll pack Theo’s overnight bag while you guys do your things.”

And so they did. Rumi busied herself with packing, but could hear the distant hum of the water pipes from the bathroom and the clink of pans in the kitchen. Theo was chatting at a rapid speed, blathering on to Zoey about what positions the teenage mutant ninja turtles would play in soccer. Like mother like son. 

When Bobby arrived, he did a decent job of feigning like he’d not been contracted to show up. Bobby was by no means a spectacular actor, but his voice hardly cracked as he reassured Mira and Zoey that it really was no trouble at all and he’d just wanted to spend a night with his favorite kid. They all ate dinner together, courtesy as always of Mira.

Once Bobby and Theo were gone, the house was quiet. Mira was washing the dishes, as she insisted her wives didn’t clean them as well as she did. Rumi knew it was a ruse to take care of her pack. Zoey was sat on the couch, fresh from the shower and scrolling on her phone. Rumi took action.

She gently plucked Zoey’s phone from her hands and tossed it across the couch with a dull thud. Rumi wedged a knee between Zoey’s and pried her legs apart, meeting a bit of resistance from Zoey as she quirked her brow in silent question. 

Rumi didn’t answer with words. She swung one leg over Zoey’s lap and moved to sit down, perching herself firmly so that her core met Zoey’s groin. Zoey let out a quiet hum, giving herself over to Rumi’s desires.

They didn’t speak, not yet. Rumi rocked herself gently over Zoey’s cock, not yet hard but still heavy with weight. Rumi rested her hands on Zoey’s shoulders, a soft panting building as she rocked back and forth and built up a rhythm.

Zoey started hardening beneath her. Rumi hummed in satisfaction, felt her core warming at the pressure. She wasn’t particularly wet, not yet, but she was resolutely focused on getting there.

Zoey’s hands came up to rest loosely on Rumi’s hips. She flexed her fingers over the tights that clung to Rumi’s thighs, forever curvier than before after she’d gotten pregnant with Theo. Zoey craned her neck back to watch Rumi rock, face soaked with pleased admiration. 

Rumi whined the tiniest bit, a soft and quiet keening thing. She leaned forward and captured Zoey in a kiss, something slow and openmouthed and pulling. She felt Zoey panting into her mouth, slowly being keyed up by Rumi’s ministrations. 

Zoey’s fingers started digging deeper into Rumi’s flesh. She skated her nails over the fabric until one hand came to climb under her shirt, pressing insistently against the warm skin of Rumi’s spine. Zoey broke the kiss and pressed her lips against the column of Rumi’s throat, humming quietly.

“What’s gotten into you, sweet girl?” Zoey asked, voice whisper quiet and thoughtful. It wasn’t that they were hiding their actions from Mira, but there was something private and special about this moment between just the two of them.

Rumi leaned back on Zoey’s lap, shifting to slot Zoey’s hard length perfectly between her clothed folds. She let go of Zoey’s shoulders to grasp behind herself, cocked her hips forward into a more insistent grind.

“Talk to me, Rumi” Zoey said, voice growing a bit sterner. Rumi huffed softly, wishing for a moment that communication wasn’t required. But that wasn’t what made their relationship strong. Talking did.

“I’ve been feeling a little insecure lately” Rumi said finally, not pausing in her grinding. She could feel slick dripping from herself now, soaking the fabric of her panties and threatening to break the containment of her tights. She knew Zoey must be leaking in her boxers by now. 

Zoey made a soft, questioning rumble in response. “What’s been going on?” Zoey asked, gentle and inquisitive. “I know you both would never leave me, we’ve tackled that much” Rumi began, voice hitching a bit from the distracting pleasure building in her core.

“But I’m still having a hard time with just how. How much other people want you and Mira” Rumi finally confessed, face flushing pink. Zoey’s lip quirked, clearly torn between endearment and genuine concern.

“You’re both mine. My alphas. I don’t like it how people look at you and ignore our wedding bands and just throw themselves at you both anyways” Rumi said, voice just a little bit whiny. She knew this was all a little bit silly, but she wanted to be honest nonetheless. Vulnerable to her partner.

“And to be honest I’ve just been. Missing some stuff. I don’t regret Theo, even the tiniest bit. But I’ve been feeling sort of nostalgic for the earlier years of his life. Miss being pregnant and you both doting on me honestly. Miss how people would see us together and know what you did to me.”

Zoey’s face broke out into an uneven grin, torn between arousal and the desire to scoop Rumi into a nuzzling, indulgent cuddle. “You’re so fucking cute” Zoey said, voice soaked with endearment. Rumi flushed a degree pinker.

“You want another pup, sweet love?” The question hit Rumi like a lightning bolt. Her thigh muscles jumped and she grinded down harder. “Yes. I want to expand our pack. I miss the baby years and we’re getting older and I want everyone to know our family is strong and you’re my alphas, goddammit.”

Zoey leaned up and captured Rumi in a kiss. She hummed against Rumi’s mouth, praising her for her honesty. “We can do that” Zoey murmured against her lips. “You and Mira both know I want you to carry my pup this time, after all.”

“We’ll have to wait for our ruts and your heat to hit, which is gonna take a little bit of time based on the calendar. But I would be more than happy to remind you how much you’re ours in the meantime.”

Zoey punctuated the statement with a roll of her hips, lifting Rumi up into the air and rubbing her cock between her folds with delicious friction. Rumi’s eyes fluttered closed and she gasped at the sensation.

“We’ll need to sit down with Mira and really plan this out. But I would love nothing more than to take tonight to worship you, love. Make sure you know we don’t have our eyes on anyone else.”

Rumi whined deep in her throat at the praise. These kinds of words always unraveled Rumi, made her feel whole and loved. It had been about a decade since the Idol Awards, but Rumi would never stop craving the reassurance and validation that Mira and Zoey’s love would never falter again.

“Then do it” Rumi finally said, fussy and submissive. Zoey chuckled and pressed an openmouthed kiss to Rumi’s throat. “Let me readjust, baby. Take your bottoms off and then I’ve got the perfect spot for you.”

Rumi obeyed without question. Her panties stuck lewdly to her core and she had to peel them off, a motion that Zoey watched with dark interest. Zoey shifted on the couch til she was laying down, head resting against the arm of the couch. “Come take a sit, love. I promise we’ll breed you good tonight, but you deserve more than just that.”

Rumi flushed pink and shuffled up until her thighs bracketed Zoey’s face. “Good girl” Zoey crooned, hands coming up to shift Rumi into place. Rumi lowered herself carefully against Zoey’s mouth. 

Zoey’s mouth was all over her in an instant. She lapped wide, exploratory stripes through Rumi’s folds, like it was the first time all over again. She circled Rumi’s clit with gentle insistence, teasing it until Rumi couldn’t hold herself up with the same resistance as before and grinded down on her tongue. Zoey hummed in satisfaction.

Rumi briefly let go of her hold on the couch to strip her shirt off, hot and needy. She grabbed at her own chest, leaned back to display herself for Zoey’s watchful gaze. Rumi didn’t do this much anymore, bare herself with pride and vulnerability. But Zoey’s tongue was pulling it out of her, making Rumi crave to show her body off for her alpha. 

Rumi whined quietly as she pinched at her own nipples, felt goosebumps rising on her flesh. Zoey flattened her tongue against Rumi’s core as she started to hump Zoey’s face in earnest. 

Zoey’s fingers dug into Rumi’s flesh, one hand carving marks into her hipbone while the other threatened to leave fingerprint bruises on her ass. Rumi whined, high and pitchy, as she chased her orgasm.

Zoey honestly didn’t have to do much but be a warm conduit for Rumi’s pleasure. She relaxed her head back, lay openmouthed for Rumi to grind against her and throb with desire. Zoey’s nose was bumping up against Rumi’s clit, a messy added stimulation that pushed Rumi closer to that looming precipice. 

“Want to cum in your mouth. Want you to taste me” Rumi gasped out, voice uneven and desperate. “Gonna do it. I’m your omega and you love me and you want to feel me come undone” Rumi blathered, vulnerable and hot. 

Rumi’s eyes had fluttered shut a long time ago. They ricocheted open however, as she felt a new set of hands settle against her. One of Mira’s hands rested on her shoulder and the other grasped the tip of Rumi’s chin, tilted her head up to meet Mira’s smoldering gaze.

“There’s nothing we want more” Mira said, voice deep and dominant. She didn’t question how they’d gotten here, why Rumi was seconds away from falling apart against Zoey’s mouth. This was as natural as things could possibly be, her pack making love in the quiet of the night.

Rumi came with a desperate, pitching whine. Her hips were rocking at a rampant rate, practically breaking Zoey’s nose with her fervor. She felt slick pour out of her, fully squirting down Zoey’s throat. Both her alphas groaned with satisfaction. 

“Need more” Rumi gasped out, hips stuttering against Zoey’s face. She was slowing down but she wasn’t satisfied, the flames of her desire having only been stoked higher. Mira helped Rumi lift off Zoey, watched as Zoey rolled her neck for relief from the rough ride. 

“Ride my fingers, sweet girl. I get the impression we’re spoiling you tonight, so no cock til you cum for me too” Mira ordered, voice stern but not unkind. She shucked her shirt and bra off but left her jeans on, belt half undone. Mira sat down on the couch heavily and pulled Rumi down, let her grind her wetness on the rough denim of Mira’s leg. 

“Need you” Rumi gasped out. She felt Zoey come up to her side, help lift her trembling legs so she could slot over Mira’s long fingers. She sunk down with little resistance but whined like it was the full weight of her alpha’s cock. 

Rumi’s hips jumped forward, doing everything she could to cram Mira as far inside herself as possible. Zoey’s hand traveled between her thighs, started worrying the swollen bud of her clit between deft fingers. Rumi gasped, shuddering at the stimulation.

“You’re not gonna last long, poor thing” Mira crooned, grinning wickedly. “Good girl” Zoey added, gentle and loving where Mira was harsher. They always evened each other out, made sure Rumi felt like she was cushioned as she fell.

And Rumi didn’t. She clenched down hard on Mira’s fingers, likely bruising her in the process, as she chased her second orgasm. Rumi felt sweat trickling down her body now, from the strain of the overstimulation.

“Not done” Rumi gasped out, determined to wrench as much pleasure as possible from her alphas. “Poor baby” Mira said, voice rumbly and sweet. “You’ve been missing us bad, huh? Was our sweet girl feeling jealous?”

Zoey hummed in confirmation. Rumi couldn’t find it in herself to be embarrassed, only shifted off Mira’s hand with a shuddering gasp. “Want someone inside me please” Rumi said, plain as day in her yearning. 

“Dibs” Zoey said immediately, grinning wolfishly. Mira rolled her eyes. “Listen, I almost got my neck snapped. I deserve her” Zoey added, only half-joking. Mira nodded in affirmation, shifting Rumi til she was laying on her back between her legs in a nearly boneless pile. 

“Sweet baby. Gonna take such good care of you, darling” Zoey crooned, shucking off her clothes and shuffling between Rumi’s legs. She held her dripping cock with purpose, dragged the tip against Rumi’s clit til her precum mixed with Rumi’s slick. Mira’s breath hitched at the sight. 

“Take your time” Mira ordered, tone leaving no room for argument. Zoey tutted in dissatisfaction. “Want to breed her though” Zoey challenged, dragging her cock between Rumi’s soaked folds. Rumi whined with neediness. 

“We’re partially responsible for why she felt so jealous though” Mira said. “It’s our responsibility as alphas to make sure our omega feels constant love and support. You owe it to her to let her savor your cock, since we’ve been neglecting our poor sweet girl.”

Zoey huffed. “Fucking demanding. Fair though” Zoey replied, nodding her submission. Mira might not have been the one fucking Rumi, but she was always in charge. Rumi’s head was growing floatier and floatier by the moment, from the heady scent of their pheromones in the room and the knowledge that her alphas were going to take good care of her.

Zoey, per Mira’s instructions, went agonizingly slow as she slid inch by inch into Rumi. Rumi’s head slumped back against Mira’s abdomen and she gasped in submission. The teasing was a form of worship, she knew, but it was also absolute fucking torture.

“I’ll never get over how tight you are” Zoey praised, still pushing her way deeper. “Fit me like a glove. Like you were made for us.” Mira hummed at Zoey’s words. “That’s because she was.”

Rumi whined in agreement. Her legs were wrapped tight around Zoey, scrambling for purchase and to push her alpha in further. She felt Zoey’s knot brush against her core and nearly passed out from the sensation. 

“Want you to knot me tonight” Rumi said breathily. Zoey hummed mindlessly. “Well that was going to happen no matter what, but thank you for your contribution” Zoey said, wry and deeply entertained. 

Zoey was finally in, as deep as she could get without knotting Rumi yet. She slowly slid back out, gasping at the desperate pull of Rumi’s walls to keep her inside. Zoey could feel Rumi’s slick increasing, her body instinctively preparing itself to take Zoey’s knot. Zoey shuddered at the realization.

Mira’s hand slid between their bodies til she could reach Rumi’s clit. The feeling nearly wrecked Rumi on impact, already so overstimulated. Mira ran featherlight, teasing circles over Rumi’s core, not firm enough to make her cum yet but insistent enough to push her forward bit by bit. 

Zoey slowly built up a rhythm. She wasn’t going fast enough, Rumi realized distantly. She wasn’t going to be able to cum from this unless Zoey fucked her for an hour. Which she really might do, Rumi was realizing. 

“Don’t want you to keep teasing me” Rumi whined out. “Make me cum. Knot me please. Do to me what you’ll never do to another.” Zoey groaned at the plea. Looked up at Mira in question, asking for permission. 

“Mm. Need you to talk to us more. Tell us what you need from us, how we could’ve done better. We’ve got to be as good as possible for you, always” Mira said, voice matter-of-fact like they weren’t in the middle of fucking. 

Rumi whined, desperate and keening. The idea of having to articulate real thoughts felt impossible in the moment. “Don’t like those bitches at the dance studio” Rumi suddenly breathed, entirely honest and clearly vindictive. Mira snorted loudly and Zoey fucking giggled against Rumi’s throat.

Rumi thudded her fists lightly against Zoey’s back, entirely too fussy for how silly it all was. “Don’t fucking like those bitches” Rumi insisted. The vulgarity was killing Mira and Zoey, as Rumi was typically the most conservative with her word choice, especially since Theo had been born. 

“Or those horndogs at the soccer field. Everyone wants you both so bad, but you’re mine. Wish you both would take me with you more, show me off like you’re still proud of me.”

Mira and Zoey’s hearts tore at that. “Baby” Zoey gasped out, gut twisting with guilt. “You and Theo are our pride and joy. Our one and only” Mira said, voice firm and insistent. She pressed a warm kiss into Rumi’s scalp, breathed in the scent of her shampoo.

“I’d throw you a goddamn parade around town if you wanted” Zoey added, voice soaked in honesty. Rumi flushed pink. Mira spoke. “I’d love nothing more than to show you off. You’re the hottest thing in the world. Honestly my biggest concern is that those women would shift their attention from us to you, darling.”

Rumi snorted incredulously at that. “None of your self doubt” Mira said, severe and stern. Zoey captured Rumi’s mouth in a kiss til she was breathless, til she didn’t have the brain capacity to be insecure anymore. Rumi broke the kiss with a gasping breath.

“Want to carry Zoey’s pup. Want to grow our family and have everyone see that we’re a unit. Want Theo to have a sibling” Rumi confessed, nails digging into Zoey’s back as her thrusts were instinctively speeding up.

“Want you to breed me. Knot me already, please. Haven’t I been good enough for you?” At that, Zoey’s hips picked up into hyperspeed. She must’ve looked to Mira for approval, Rumi knew, but she missed the movement as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Rumi’s walls were clenching down on Zoey with desperation. She knew distantly that her heels were digging into Zoey so deep it would leave bruises, but she found herself pleased at the thought. She dug her nails into Zoey’s back harder, seeking to claw her apart.

Zoey’s knot pushed into her with one fell swoop. Rumi was wrecked in an instant, cumming hard and without warning. She cried out from the pleasure and felt her walls rip Zoey’s orgasm out of her, hot ropes of cum filling her up. 

Mira’s hands ran soothing circles across both her partners, helping lower them gently back into reality. Rumi felt her lungs burning as she tried to equalize, tried to come back down. Mira crooned something soft and nonsensical and reassuring. Zoey pressed a messy kiss to Rumi’s forehead. 

“It’s always gonna be like this, y’know?” Zoey said, voice throaty and thick. She was still deeply lodged inside Rumi, her knot yet deflating. Rumi’s eyes fluttered open and she met the younger alpha’s gaze curiously.

“For the rest of our lives” Mira added softly. “We’re always going to be yours. We’re always going to a family. We’re not going anywhere. Ever again.”

And, somehow more than she’d ever known before, Rumi knew it was true. Felt herself sinking into their future, something domestic and wholesome and sweet. Another kid or two, maybe a cat at some point. A reunion tour someday, once the kids were old enough that they could take the time to do so. Gray hairs and smile lines. A life, content like never before. And Rumi gave herself over to it.