The Comfort of Pain Epilogue

Beth

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” Killian slips his hand up the length of my back. “Can I carry you?”

“I’m good.” I lean into the alpha, hugging his waist while we walk. He’s probably asked to carry me at least a hundred times since we left my mom’s house. 

While the three-day journey back home hasn’t been that bad, my feet do hurt. I’ve tried really hard to block my discomfort in our bond, but I’m pretty sure Killian can still sense it. I just don’t want to be a burden. The alphas are already carrying heavy backpacks filled with clothes and toiletries. They don’t need to lug me around too. 

“Are you sure?” Jeremy inches a little closer. The beta’s icy-blue eyes are wide with worry. “You’ve been walking since daybreak.” His gaze drops to my feet. “It can’t be good for your joints.” 

“You boys worry too much,” I say. “I’m fine. My feet are fine. And we’re almost home.” I point at the wall of pine trees in the distance. Our house is just on the other side. 

“You are driving me nuts, woman.” Basil bends and lifts me, carrying me bridal-style. My feet tingle with relief while my lungs fill with his fresh, clean scent. He smells so damn good. “Never make an alpha beg to care for you. It’s rude.” 

“Fine.” I pretend to huff, but my feet are thankful. 

“Is there anything you want for dinner?” Jeremy picks up his pace, walking next to us. “We cleaned out the fridge before we left, but I think we’ve got some steaks in the freezer.” He pulls a small notebook out of his back pocket. “I can’t wait to try these recipes your mom gave me.” He thumbs through them. 

I know the food I grew up on isn’t as fancy as some of the things my pack regularly eats, but they were all very kind, complimenting every single thing my mother put in front of them. 

“That roast with the mushrooms was amazing.” Tristan adjusts his bag, hiking it up a little higher. He has the heaviest duffle strapped to his back. He fought to carry the damn thing like it was a badge of honor, but I think the weight might be starting to get to him. Five people need a lot of stuff for a two-week trip. 

“What else?” Jeremy scribbles in his notepad. “Anything you want, omega?”

“I’m happy with whatever you cook,” I say honestly. The beta can turn anything into a feast. 

“That apple pie your friend, Linden, brought was pretty good,” Basil says. 

The corners of Jeremy’s eyes crinkle as he smiles. “Apple pie it is.” He makes a quick note. 

“Don’t make that.” Tristan frowns, and I cover my mouth to hide my smile. I knew he was going to say that. 

“Are you for real?” Jeremy gives the burly alpha a pointed look. “Just because he’s Beth’s ex, doesn’t mean we can’t use the recipe his girlfriend gave us.” 

“Don’t betas call them wives?” Basil’s pale green eyes flicker between Jeremy and me. 

I shrug, not having a clue. 

“Don’t look at me,” Jeremy says a little forcefully. “I was always destined for pack life. Single partner relationships were never my thing.” He makes a face, shaking his head. “I just don’t understand how someone can give all their love to only one person. It’s so…limiting.” He frowns. 

“I still don’t want that damn pie,” Tristan grumbles. “That beta…” He presses his lips into a tight line refusing to say his name. 

“Linden,” Killian says for him. Our eyes meet and we both smile. 

“Whatever,” Tristan snips. “He checked Beth out right in front of his mate. Or wife,” he says the word like it's completely foreign to him. “It was inappropriate.” 

“He did not check me out,” I say firmly, sending a slip of displeasure through our bond. While I have no loyalty to Linden, I still don’t like his name being dragged for something he didn’t do. Tristan’s expression stays hard, not acknowledging it. “Linden was perfectly respectful and polite.” I glance up at Basil. “He didn’t even try to shake my hand.” 

“I noticed,” the kind alpha says, taking my side. Or at least I think he is. He’s much better at hiding his feelings when he’s annoyed. 

“Linden was a gentleman,” Killian agrees. “And it was nice to meet the people you grew up with.” 

I nod once, happy he thinks so too. It’s silly, but I want my pack to like Linden. He was a bright light during a very dark time in my life. I’ll always be thankful for that. 

“Alright,” Killian says as we reach the cluster of pine trees that line our yard. We’re finally home. “Beta’s first.” He reaches out, pulling aside a cluster of pine trees. 

Jeremy angles his head down, taking the lead. Then Basil steps forward, pushing both of us through the thick, wiry branches. The lush green lawn greets us. It’s a little overgrown, with wildflowers poking out all along the cliff. Every time Tristan mows the lawn, I beg him to spare me a few of the pink and white flowers. He grumbles, saying they’re just weeds, but he always leaves me a patch or two to pick. 

“Are you hungry?” Killian asks as he pulls out the keys to the front door. 

I shake my head, snuggling against Basil’s broad chest. “No.” I rest my hand on my middle. I swear it’s doubled in size in the last two weeks. I’m not pregnant or anything like that. I’m just rounder. I ate so much at my parents’ house, I probably gained a solid ten or fifteen pounds. “I’d like to sleep. I’m tired.” 

“I’m still going to make you a snack,” Jeremy rushes toward the kitchen the second we step inside the house. Basil turns in the opposite direction, carrying me toward the stairs. 

“Will you lay with me?” I rest my head on Basil’s firm chest. His skin is soft against my chest. 

“Of course.” He kisses the top of my head. “But let’s get you clean first.” 

I like it when Basil washes me. It always reminds me of that first time in the river. His fingers were magic then, and they’ve only gotten better with time. 

Basil sets me on the bathroom counter and turns on the shower. He strips both of us down, taking his time to caress my legs, sides, and back. Then he carries me into the shower and washes every inch of my tired body. 

“You are stunning.” He drops to his knees, kissing my stomach while he palms my ass. “I like how round your belly got.” He slips his other hand over my rounded middle, spreading his big hand up to my breasts, then back down. 

“You don’t think I look fat?” I ask, not bothering to hide my worry in our bond. 

His pale green eyes shoot up to my face, not pleased with my wording. “No,” he says firmly as he leans in, resting his chin on my stomach so he can look up at me. “I want it bigger,” he says in a throaty purr. The vibrations instantly light me up, and goosebumps rise across my arms and legs. “I want this pretty belly to be big and round.” He kisses my soft stomach. “I want you filled with our pack’s baby.” 

Something warm and wonderful spreads across my chest and my heart swells. “Really?” I cup Basil’s face, and his eyes flash. 

“Nothing would make me happier.” He slowly stands, keeping his eyes locked on mine the entire time. Slick begins to gather between my thighs, mixing with the hot water raining down on us. “It’s all Killian and I can talk about.” He crowds me, urging me backward. He doesn't stop until my back is pressed against the cool tile. “Tristan too.” 

I swallow thickly, turned on at the thought of my alphas fantasizing about me carrying their young. While my life has always been chaotic, the one thing that always brought me happiness was dreaming about the family I’d one day create with my pack. 

“Please.” I gasp when Basil grips my knee, pulling it up and over his hip. 

“Please, what?” He lifts me up, so my legs dangle on the other side of his hips and his thick cock pushes up between us. It’s so hard and hot, nestled against my center. “Tell me what you need.” He drops his head into the crook of my neck, nipping then sucking at my mating bites. 

I tilt my head back, gripping the back of his neck as he devours me. My bond with my other alphas tingles and sparks. I need them to know I’m turned on and desperate to be filled by all of them. 

“Talk to me, Beth.” Basil lifts his head, staring deep into my eyes. “Tell me you need my cock.” 

I nod frantically, curling my fingers into his shoulders. “Yes,” I pant, my body thrumming with electricity. “I need your cock. Please, I want—Gah!” 

Basil ruts forward, filling me in one fierce thrust. My pussy flutters then clenches hard at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Basil hisses, before slowly thrusting in and out. 

His slippery chest presses against mine as the water rains down on us. I’m wet everywhere. 

My back slips over the cool tile while the sexy alpha fucks me with everything he has. His hips snap and my eyes begin to roll into the back of my head. 

“Right there,” I moan, digging my nails into his shoulders. 

While my alphas are always eager to tend to me, they’ve kept their distance the last three days. Killian didn’t want anyone to be distracted on the journey home. He insisted we sleep at night, and nothing more. 

It was agony. 

But now we’re home, and my pussy is stuffed, just the way I like it. 

“Fuck,” Tristan’s deep voice rises over the sound of rushing water. 

I open my eyes and find the alpha. He’s leaning against the bathroom counter, jerking his fat cock in time with Basil’s thrusts. A bead of precum catches the light and my senses coil tighter. 

“That’s right.” Tristan smirks at me before dropping his gaze to Basil’s ass, “Stretch her out for me, alpha.” He licks his lips and I break apart. 

I scream as I come, digging my nails into Basil’s wet back. They slide, leaving a trail of angry red lines in their wake. 

“Fuck!” Basil growls as his knot pops into place and my pussy clenches down hard, still fluttering. The stretch and burn of the first knot is always a little more painful, but the orgasm that follows makes it worth it. 

“Shit,” Basil snarls, holding me tighter. “I knotted her,” he says over his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to.” 

Tristan chuckles and the shower is turned off. 

I close my eyes and roll my head forward, resting against Basil’s chest. He’s careful not to jerk me too much as he carries me out of the shower, but his knot still pulls slightly at my entrance. I hear one of the cabinets close, and then Jeremy’s fresh scent fills my nose as he towels me off the best he can. He can’t really dry off my stomach or legs very well with Basil locked inside me. 

“Put her down,” Tristan issues an alpha command. I feel Basil tense at the order, but then I’m placed on the soft bedspread. 

My alphas have such an interesting dynamic in the bedroom. They snarl and growl, pushing their dominance over me, Jeremy, and each other. I can sense their biological desire to fight it, but their lust always overpowers the urge to fight, and they end up giving in to one another. Taking turns submitting and commanding. 

It’s kind of beautiful. 

“My knot is still stuck,” Basil warns as a hand slips between our bodies. I stare down at where we’re connected, watching Tristan wrap his fingers around what little of the alpha’s cock I can see

“Let me help.” And Tristan squeezes. 

Basil moans loudly while I watch Tristan milk the base of his knot. More heat floods my insides, and my skin tingles.

“Fuck!” Basil growls and I gasp when Tristan works his knot free. It pops out of place and a river of slick and cum flows out of my pussy and down the seam of my ass. 

“Give her to me,” Tristan crowds Basil out of the way, taking his place between my legs. The alpha takes a second to admire the mess coating my skin. He plays in it, slipping his fingers over my sensitive skin then around my clit. He circles and rubs the tiny nub, bringing me right to the edge. Then he presses between my folds and enters me slowly. 

Inch by glorious inch, I’m filled to the brim. 

“Such a good girl,” Killian purrs, and the bed dips. 

I tip my head up, happy to see my pack alpha is already naked too. Jeremy is sprawled out on the other side of him, with Basil between his legs. The alpha sucks our beta’s cock, hollowing his cheeks over and over again. 

“Open up, sweetheart.” Killian taps my mouth with the tip of his dick. Precum smears across my upper lip and I open wide. 

Velvety skin slides across my tongue, not stopping until it hits the back of my throat. Then Killian thrusts. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I’m used from both ends. Tristan fucks my pussy, while Killian takes my mouth. 

They alternate, one hitting the back of my throat, then the other filling my cunt. 

Jeremy’s breath picks up and he lets out a breathy gasp just as Basil hums. The scent of cum and slick intensifies, and my head spins with the promise of another orgasm. 

“Get her up here.” Killian commands. He moves and his cock pulls from my mouth. I instantly pout, reaching for it. 

“Don’t worry, omega.” Tristan slips one muscular arm underneath me, lifting me off the bed. “You’re going to get that cock back.” 

Killian settles at the head of the bed, resting his back against the headboard as Tristan awkwardly moves both of us. He walks on his knees, keeping his dick inside me the whole way. Each pump and jerk makes him hit a little deeper, tapping at my cervix. The electric pain pulses then zaps, making me keen, then gasp. 

“All the way down,” Killian grips the base of his cock with one hand, helping Tristan guide me with the other. The pair settles me on the pack alpha’s lap, my back resting against Killian’s chest. Then Killian positions his cock right next to Tristan’s. He slips his member over Tristan’s slick-soaked shaft, lubing himself up before nudging against my already stretched pussy. 

When they take me like this, there’s always a moment when I fear I’ll be ripped in two. It never happens, but the stretch and burn is like nothing else. 

Killian’s cock works its way into me and I hold my breath, waiting for the flared head to move past my tighter entrance. 

“Breed her,” Basil’s deep voice makes both alphas freeze.

Tristan looks at Killian, before snapping his head over at Basil. The green-eyed alpha smiles, and I can feel both alpha’s shock and excitement thrumming in our bond. 

“Really?” Killian cups my breasts, massaging the mounds. “Is that what you want, omega?” He drops his head so his mouth is right at my ear. “Do you want to be fucked and filled? Do you want to be bred?” His breath is so warm against my already flushed skin. 

Tristan stares at me, his dark brown eyes filled with so much hope. 

I love that they want this as much as I do. But while Basil’s dirty words are fun, they can’t actually get me pregnant until I’m in heat. At least I don’t think they can. 

“I do.” My voice is breathy, almost a whisper. “Please, alpha,” I whine, trying to roll my hips over their cocks. 

“Yes,” Tristan snarls, then begins thrusting again. 

The air in the room shifts and heats as my entire pack turns their attention on me. Killiand and Trsitan fuck me with renewed excitement as Basil and Jeremy inch their way toward me. Basil lifts up onto his knees, pushing his cock into my mouth. I eagerly open, sucking him down, while Jeremy crawls around to my other side. The beta plucks at my nipples, sucking and pinching. 

Slick squelches as I’m fucked and my belly begins to coil once again. 

“You are so wet.” Jeremy’s long fingers find my clit. “Such a good girl, taking all three of your alphas.” 

I moan around Basil’s cock as the beta rubs me faster. Harder. 

Everything pulls tight as I give myself over, lost in the feel of my pack pleasing me. They’re everywhere. In my pussy, in my throat, sucking my nipples and flicking my clit. 

“That’s a good girl,” Killian purrs and the base of his cock begins to swell. “Come on those cocks.” 

“I’m close,” Tristan warns, and I feel his knot plump up as well. 

“Can you take both?” Basil grips a handful of my hair, forcing me to look up at him. “Can you take both knots in that tight pussy?” He thrusts forward, hitting the back of my throat over and over again. 

“She can take it,” Jeremy pops off my breast. “She needs it.” He smooths the hair off of my sweaty face. “Don’t you, pretty girl? You need all the alpha cum deep inside you so we can breed you.” 

His dirty words tip me over that glorious edge and I scream the best I can around Basil’s cock. My orgasm is fierce, ripping through me like a tidal wave. It sucks the air from my lungs and my head spins. My inner walls slowly stop spasming just as both knots inside me expand to their full width. Pain slices through me, but I quickly lose it to the waves of pleasure washing over me. 

I’m vaguely aware of Basil’s cock falling from my mouth. Jeremy gasps then is tugged backward, and I know that Basil’s just entered the beta. Jeremy’s body jerks on the bed next to us as Basil fucks him. It doesn’t take long. Only three thrusts, then Basil lets out a vicious roar, coming long and hard. 

“I fucking love that sound,” Killian purrs in my ear. 

Slowly coming back down, I suck in deep, panting breaths of air. Every inch of me tingles. 

“Right now…” I lift my head, making the room sway slightly. “Can I get pregnant…like…this…” I struggle to find my words, but thankfully Killian understands exactly what I’m asking. 

“The chances of you getting pregnant outside of your heat is incredibly low.” He kisses my overlapping mating bites. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t try.” I can feel him smile against my skin. 

“Knees up.” Tristan pushes my legs up, toward my ears. His eyes float closed as the pressure is lifted off his groin. I love taking two alphas at once, but it is difficult once they’ve both knotted me. Thankfully, all the post-orgasm adrenaline keeps me pretty numb down there, so their knots aren’t too uncomfortable wedged inside me…or at least that’s what Jeremy says happens. 

“When is my next heat?” I say mostly to myself, but Killian quickly answers. 

“Three weeks give or take a few days, sweet girl.” He kisses my cheek. “Three wonderful weeks of rutting you raw, before we can breed you properly.” His voice slips into a throaty purr. “You’re going to take every one of our knots.” He nuzzles my hair. “Then you’re going to take Jeremy’s load too.” 

I glance at the flushed beta. He gives me a sleepy smile, his cheeks pressed against the mattress and his ass still in the air. Basil caresses Jeremy’s back and thighs, waiting for his knot to go down. 

Relief washes over me as Killian’s knot goes down first, followed quickly by Tristan’s. 

Once Jeremy is free as well, all five of us snuggle deep into the blankets. 

Tristan starts snoring first, the alpha’s arm flung over my side and my back pressed to his chest. I stare at Killian’s profile as he drifts off too. 

I can’t help but wonder what our baby will look like. Will they have Jeremy’s thick black hair, Killian’s blond hair, Basil’s stunning green eyes, or Tristan’s twisted sense of humor? 

Will it be a boy or a girl?

Alpha, omega, or beta?

Images of chunky babies with fat thighs and rounded cheeks fill my head, slipping into sweet dreams while my pack snuggles me. Whatever our baby ends up being, I just know they'll be loved and adored no matter what.