Content warning: Pregnancy sex and childbirth
Threats of Jasmine Epilogue
Carys
I twist and turn, looking at my naked form in the bedroom mirror. My swollen belly doesn’t even look real at this point. It juts out, round and heavy. Even my boobs look fake. They’re enormous, matching my stomach’s comical size.
I’m just thankful my alphas love my new body because I’m still not sure.
“What are you doing, omega?” Isaac strolls into the bedroom. He has the instructions for the crib in one hand and a screwdriver in the other. “Is everything okay?” He sets his stuff on the dresser, then he cups my belly. Right on cue, the baby kicks out at his hand, making both of us smile.
“I wish she was here already,” I say, hitching both my hands under my stomach, then I lift. It offers a bit of relief from my aching back, but not much.
“You’re only two days past due,” my beta reminds me. “She’ll be here before you know it.”
I hum softly, thinking about what our baby will look like. Will she have Kofi’s lovely brown eyes or Swanley’s fire-red hair? And while it’s not likely she’s Judson’s or Isaac’s biological daughter—just because of my conception date—I still can’t help but picture a giggly little girl with Judson’s spicy scent or Isaac’s hazel eyes.
Maybe next time.
“Do you want to see the baby’s room?” Isaac asks. “The boys just finished up the final touches.”
“Yes!” I clasp my hands under my chin. I haven’t been allowed to see the baby’s room since they started renovating it. They wanted it to be a surprise, and honestly, I can’t imagine a sweeter gift.
“Actually,” Isaac stops me before I can take a single step. “Maybe you should put some clothes on first.” He glances at my chest. There’s some heat in his gaze, but he’s not an alpha. He has self-control. “If you walk in like that, Kofi will rut you before you can even see the color of the walls.”
I want to argue, but he’s right. Kofi has been all over me the last few days. I’m not complaining. It’s been wonderful. My orgasms have been incredibly intense all throughout my pregnancy, but I would like to see the baby’s room before being carried back into the bedroom.
Isaac disappears into the closet. He comes back with an oversized black t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties that cover my entire bottom—pregnancy panties are not sexy. I smell the shirt, trying to figure out which one of my alphas it belongs to. It’s either Swanley or Judson. It’s hard to tell as the pair seem to always be wearing each other’s clothes. It’s clear they love each other dearly, but they never really show it. They enjoy bickering too much.
“Come on, pretty girl.” Isaac takes my hand, leading me down the hall to his old craft room. I felt bad that all his knitting supplies had to be moved, but Swanley promised to redo the big shed in the backyard. He said he could turn it into a proper craft room with air conditioning and a bay window.
We pass the office before stopping in front of the baby’s room.
“Ready?” Isaac asks, smiling wide when I nod. “We’re coming in,” he says loudly, knocking on the door. The doorknob turns and Kofi’s handsome face comes into view. His big body blocks my view, making me push up on my tiptoes.
“Close your eyes,” Kofi says, his voice a deep rumble. Its effect on my body is almost instant. My thighs tense and my nipples go hard. Being pregnant has made it impossible to get anything done. Any time I’m even near one of my sexy mates, all it takes is one look and I’m suddenly dripping slick.
“Yes, sir.” I smile wide, letting my eyes float closed.
Isaac places his hands on my upper arms, then he guides me forward. I can smell all three of my alphas' delicious scents—Kofi is lavender, Swanley is white musk and chestnut, and Judson is spicy cinnamon. The different aromas swirl around me, making my heart settle and my muscles ease.
“Stand right there,” Swanley says as he helps position me, so he’s behind me.
“Okay,” Kofi says. “Open your eyes.”
The emotion hits me and for a moment I feel almost overwhelmed. I want to cry and laugh and jump for joy. The walls are a ballet-slipper pink with white trim along the ceiling. A plush light gray armchair sits in one corner next to the white crib, and there’s a tiny chandelier on the ceiling, bathing us in bright, warm light. Everything is stunning.
Swanley and Judson both stand shirtless near a built-in bookshelf on the other side of the room. The shelves are dotted with little cardboard books, stuffed animals, and a few vintage baby toys. Both alphas are watching my reaction carefully. Even Kofi looks nervous.
“It’s perfect.” My voice is thick with emotion as I look at our baby’s name above the crib.
Selena. I stare at the white letters, trying not to burst into tears. The baby kicks out as if to give her approval too. “I love it,” I sniffle, tears gathering in my eyes.
Swanley immediately smiles wide, almost as if relieved. He places his hand on Jud’s shoulder, squeezing. They both look so proud.
“Told you she’d like it,” Swan says. “Even if you did almost fuck up the crib.”
Judson immediately shoots the red-haired alpha an annoyed glare. “It wouldn’t have been a problem if someone had been willing to look at the fucking instructions.”
“Stop it,” Isaac scolds both of them, before taking my hands in his. He’s so warm. “Do you really like it?” he asks me.
“It’s better than what I imagined,” I say honestly as Swanley moves to my back. He wraps his strong arms around me, circling his hands under and around my belly.
Kofi watches Swanley’s movements as he caresses me, making my oversized t-shirt lift, and flash my panties. The air in the room shifts as Swan gathers the fabric of my shirt, lifting it all the way up and over my belly. My pack alpha’s dark eyes narrow and he licks his lips.
It’s almost as if the three alphas have been living in a constant state of arousal since I’ve become pregnant. I won't lie and say I hate it, but their endless attention has left me rather sore…or maybe that’s just a side effect of pregnancy in general. Either way, I'm not complaining. I love their big hands squeezing my plush new curves, and their eager tongues lapping at my overly sensitive pussy. I love the way my alphas push my body to whole new limits, without once hurting me or the baby.
“I think Carys needs to lay down.” Judson moves around me and Swan. His eyes are glued to my slick-soaked panties as he palms his growing erection.
Swanley hums in approval. The vibrations push into my chest as he lowers his head, then sucks hard at my neck. “Do you want to lay down?” he rumbles in my ear, holding me closer to his big firm body. “Do you want your alphas to take care of you, omega?” His hands slide up, palming my breasts.
“Yes,” I gasp softly as he lightly pinches my nipples.
“Come on.” Isaac takes my hand, pulling me away from Swan. Kofi smirks as our beta takes the lead, escorting me back to our bedroom.
I can feel all three of my mates at my back, each one flowing with those delicious alpha pheromones. My body is addicted to them, loving the way it heightens our bond and quickens my blood.
“Sit,” Isaac says softly, urging me to settle at the foot of our massive bed. I do as the beta says, still holding my big belly.
Judson approaches me first. He cups Isaac's cheek, kissing him softly before turning his attention on me. “Show me that beautiful body,” he purrs, tugging my shirt over my head. I lift my arms, then shiver as the cool air slips over my skin.
“Warm her up, alpha,” Swanley says. His brown eyes are half-hooded with lust as he watches Judson slowly kneel between my legs.
Both Swan and Kofi look downright feral as Isaac moves behind me. The beta palms my breast, squeezing them, making my nipples pucker out for Judson to lick. A deep moan pushes from Judson’s chest as he sucks each breast. He’s gentle, all too aware of just how sensitive they are.
“Strip,” Kofi says, his eyes drilling into Isaac. The bed behind me dips and Isaac’s shirt and pants fly past me, landing next to Swanley’s feet. “That’s a good boy,” Kofi smirks, shucking off his own clothes. His thick cock bobs as he walks past me, crawling on the bed.
“Get on the bed.” Swanley moves behind Judson. “I need your ass.” He slaps Jud’s behind, then he shoves Jud’s pants down his legs. It’s not long until we’re all naked, except for my very wet panties.
Judson and Isaac help me scoot back, placing a pillow under my head. Once I'm comfortable, Judson hitches my knees up and begins lapping at my soaked panties. He nips and hums, sucking the fabric right over my clit.
“Help our beta, Carys,” Kofi says, moving Isaac so he’s straddling my face. “Let him feel the back of that pretty throat.” I open my mouth wide as Kofi guides Isaac’s cock into my mouth. I hum as it slips across my tongue, then I lift my head, trying like hell to concentrate on Isaac’s pleasure and not Judson’s wild movements between my legs. But it’s damn near impossible.
Judson shoves my panties to one side as Swanley moves behind him. “Fuck her while I fuck you,” Swanley growls in Jud’s ear, and my whole body lights up.
I love it when we make love like this—everyone getting and receiving pleasure all at once.
“That’s a good boy,” Kofi whispers somewhere overhead. Then my eyes go wide as I watch Kofi’s big beautiful cock push into Isaac’s ass right over my face. At the same time, Judson pushes his cock over my slick entrance. I moan around Isaac’s member as Judson enters me. I can hear Swanley’s hard breath and wet slapping sounds as he takes Judson from behind. His rough movements push Jud’s cock deeper and deeper inside me, making my body jerk as I suck Isaac’s cock.
“Alpha!” Isaac gasps, then he falls forward. I’m worried he’ll land on my belly, but Jud catches him. I peek down at them the best I can and see the beta leaning against Jud’s chest.
“I’ve got you,” Jud pants, his hips never faulting. But then someone’s fingers find my clit and I moan loudly around Isaac’s leaking cock. “Fuck!" Jud snarls when his hips slam especially hard into mine.
My body tingles and my core tightens. I’m floating, and falling desperately wanting my alpha’s knot. I want all of their knots tonight. One right after another. And then when they’re all done I want Isaac to lay me down and take me gently one last time. I love it when he ruts me last, slipping in and out of my abused, cum filled pussy.
It’s so wild and hot, but also safe and comforting.
Isaac’s cock twitches against my tongue and he hisses loudly as he comes down my throat. Kofi roars overhead as thick white cum leaks around his shaft. Then Judson’s knot suddenly pops into place, and I’m pushed right over that glorious edge.
My orgasm is intense, pulling me under and stealing my vision. My thighs shake uncontrollably and my nipples tingle.
“Fuck!” Swanley growls and I open my eyes just as Isaac moves, lying down next to me. Judson is kissing Swan over his shoulder. The red-haired alpha thrusts slowly, clearly milking the last of both of their orgasms.
“Don’t move, gorgeous,” Kofi says to me as he moves to my other side. For a second his big cock dangles right in front of my face. It takes everything in me not to reach out and guide it into my mouth. “Are you comfortable?” Kofi asks and I nod. The alpha caresses my belly before looking at my sex. He loves to admire my pussy when a knot is lodged in it. “You’ve stretched her so good,” he compliments Judson. The pack alpha’s fingers graze the edges of my entrance as he pets the young alpha’s knot.
“I want to see you fuck her next,” Judson says to Kofi. His chest still rises and falls quickly, and I can see his heartbeat flutter in the vein in his neck.
“That can be arranged,” Kofi rubs the back of Jud’s neck, then places a hard kiss on his lips. I love watching my alphas kiss. It’s so strong and forceful. Very different from the way they kiss me or Issac.
“How much do you want, Carys?” Swanley crawls around Judson, his limp cock swinging between his legs. A bit of cum still drips from the tip, and my mouth waters, wanting to clean him up. “Do you want all of us?” Swan leans over Isaac, caressing the side of my face.
“Yes, alpha,” I whisper, my voice still breathy in the wake of my orgasm. “I want all four of you, please.”
Swanley gives me that sexy, squiggly smile, then he kisses the tip of my nose. “Such a good girl.” He smooths his big hand over my belly. The babe kicks out at his hand, making all of my mates turn their attention to my stomach. I love it when they all touch me, loving our baby.
Eventually, Judson’s knot softens and he pushes out a slow breath. Moving his hips carefully, he pulls his cock out of me and a gush of warmth pours out, but something feels off. I normally experience a deeply relaxed feeling after my alphas rut me, but right now I feel tense. And hot.
“Are you okay?” Isaac inches a little closer, worry etched between his brows.
“I’m okay,” I force a smile, then grunt as a contraction rips through me, and my water breaks all over the bed.
Issac
Carys grunts hard, scrunching her face up with pain. Then a small gush of milky white fluid pushes from her sex. For a moment, I just assume it’s more cum, but then Kofi is up. He rushes to his discarded pants, pulling his cell phone from the pocket. The second he says the midwife’s name panic sets in.
After that, everything moves so quickly that I don’t really have time to process what’s happening.
Carys sits in the shower with Swanley at her side while Judson and I prepare the bed for her to give birth. Kofi is outside, waiting for the midwife to arrive. I’m sure he’s pacing. I can feel his faint worry through our bond. I can feel Swanley and Judson too. They’re all consumed by the same emotion: Panic.
I just hope they’re smart enough to keep Carys from feeling their spiraling emotions through their bond.
“How’s that?” Judson asks me as he pats Carys’s body pillow. He positioned it across the top of the bed, fussing with the exact location. I don't have the heart to tell the alpha that she probably won’t want it. Birthing babies is very messy, and Carys loves that pillow. She’s not going to want it to get ruined.
“It’s perfect,” I say with a bright smile.
“Okay.” Judson crawls off the bed, examining our setup.
We’ve created a large circle of birthing pads, surrounded by thick towels. Beneath everything, there’s two layers of plastic sheets, and I’ve got a collection of small blankets covered in our scents, should Carys need them.
“What else?” Judson looks at me, and all I can see is fear in his soft brown eyes. He wrings his hands, stepping a little closer. “Should I go and get that yoga ball thing? Or maybe…” He trails off, shrugging as if completely lost.
“That’s a good idea.” I scan the room, trying to think of what else he can busy himself with. “Get the yoga ball, a big bowl of ice, a few bottles of water, the portable radio, and a thermometer.”
“I can do that.” Judson nods eagerly, a flash of purpose making him stand a little taller. “Ball, ice, water, and thermometer.” He doesn’t wait for me to point out that he forgot the radio. Instead, he turns and rushes out of the room.
“Careful, omega.” Swanley holds his hand out, guiding Carys toward the bed. A fluffy towel is draped over her shoulders like a shawl. Her big belly pushes out as she takes small, measured steps.
“I got it,” she says through clenched teeth.
“How far apart are her contractions?” I whisper to Swanley, not wanting to make too much noise.
“Four minutes apart,” he mimics my hushed tones as he helps Carys onto the bed. She crawls to the center, then slowly lowers herself onto the birthing pads.
“I don’t want this.” Carys lets out a soft whine as she shoves the body pillow toward the foot of the bed. I quickly grab it, shoving it into her cove. Carys had briefly discussed birthing the baby in her nest, but the midwife recommended against it. She said that most omegas want to rest in their nests after labor, and the mess would just distress her.
The front door opens and familiar voices drift down the hall. A rush of relief washes over me, and my eyes meet Swanley’s. He looks just as relieved as I am that the midwife is here.
“How’s my patient?” The midwife, Ms. Forney, smiles at Carys as she strolls into the room. She’s an older beta with gray streaks in her blonde hair, and bright eyes that are crinkled around the edges. Her voice is just as gentle as her touch, and I smile when Carys’s expression brightens.
“You’re here,” Carys says as if the midwife is the greatest person in the world. And right now, I have to agree.
“I’m here,” Ms. Forney crawls onto the bed. She settles next to Carys, pressing her hands to the omega’s belly. She pushes hard, feeling the baby. “She seems to be in position.” Ms. Forney glances down Carys’s body. “Mind if I take a look?”
“Of course not,” Carys parts her legs, and Kofi taps me on the shoulder.
“Do you want to…” He looks pointedly at the top of the bed, and I jerk, realizing that I need to get into my spot. I’m Carys’s birthing coach. All the alphas were too nervous to do it. Honestly, Kofi would have been amazing—he’s a doctor after all—but I think he wanted to step back and give me the chance to do this.
Ms. Forney pulls a pair of latex gloves out of her bag, then she gets to work. She pushes her hand between Carys’s legs while I position myself at the head of the bed. Carys smiles at me, squeezing my hand.
The omega groans, then she squeezes her eyes shut tight as another contraction makes her belly pulse. It’s so weird to watch.
“You’re doing so good,” I whisper, smoothing her hair out of her face. “Deep breath through your nose, then slowly through your lips.” Carys does as I say, staring intensely at my face while I make exaggerated movements, showing her how to breathe.
“She’s almost ready,” Ms. Forney smiles up at us. “I can’t say for certain how much longer, but it should be soon.” She glances back at Kofi, giving him Carys’s progress. “Eight centimeters, and fully effaced.”
Kofi’s eyes go wide, but Swanley just looks confused. I can’t help but laugh. The only reason I know what that means is because I’ve read every book I could find on pregnancy and home birth.
“I got everything!” Judson rushes into the room. His arms are piled high with everything I requested, even the radio tucked under one arm.
“That’s a good idea,” Kofi says, pulling the radio free. “How about some classical music while we await for little Selena to arrive?” He looks at Carys, letting her decide.
“Okay.” The omega squirms as if in pain, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s another contraction. If it is, they’re getting very close together. “But not too loud.”
Kofi nods, before finding gentle piano music on some obscure radio station. We all sit around Carys on the bed, talking softly, and helping her breathe through the pain. The room is filled with so much soft light and gentle music.
After a few more hard contractions, Ms. Forney checks Carys again, then she exclaims that it’s time to push.
The atmosphere in the room shifts as I settle behind Carys, letting her rest against my chest. Swan and Jud are up, pacing at the foot of the bed, while Kofi sits next to Ms. Forney, watching quietly as our daughter comes into the world.
It’s a tense few minutes of pushing, but Carys is strong and impressive. She bares down, pulling her knees up to her head. Her face burns bright red, then Ms. Forney and Kofi’s eyes go wide.
“Oh my god!” Kofi gasps as Ms. Forney catches our limp little baby. The older beta quickly suctions Selena’s nose and mouth, before wrapping her up in a blanket, then the midwife places her on Carys’s chest.
Tears blur my vision and Carys begins to cry. She’s here. Selena is here.
“She’s perfect,” Carys sniffles hard as our alphas gather around. Swanley and Judson sit on one side of her, with Kofi on the other.
“She really is,” I whisper, leaning down to take in our baby’s features. She has Kofi’s tight black curls and long eyelashes, but she has Carys’s lips and heart-shaped face.
“Look at what you made,” Judson whispers as if in awe.
Carys giggles as she checks Selena's hands and feet. Ten perfect fingers and ten perfect toes.
“She's gonna be an alpha,” Swanley says, slipping his finger in Selena’s chunky little fist.
“What makes you say that?” I ask, unable to stop myself from laughing. I’m just so happy, I almost feel delirious.
“She’s big,” Swanley says simply. “And strong.” He looks at her hand wrapped around his finger. “She’s gonna be one hell of a fighter.” He looks at Jud. “We’ll need a lightweight punching bag to start her off.”
Judson nods. “We should get a starter set of dumbbells, too.”
I immediately roll my eyes, looking at Kofi, but the pack alpha isn’t paying any attention to us. He’s too busy staring at Carys.
“I'm so proud of you.” Kofi leans down, pressing his forehead to hers. “You did amazing, mate. You’re such a good omega.”
Carys’s eyes float closed and her arms tighten slightly around Selena’s tiny body. Her chin quivers as she nods, as if to say thank you for the compliment. We all lean in, loving and snuggling our sweet omega and our brand-new baby girl.
