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Apr 19

Unusual Behavior

Pairing: Andrew “Pope” Cody x Reader x Jack Abbot (but this time, they're alphas and you're their fated omega ♡)

Summary: Usually when a heist goes wrong, Andrew “Pope” Cody will do everything he can to escape without risking getting caught. But when he nearly kills you, an innocent bystander, he wonders why he can't seem to drive away. Usually, he would. But he can't because for some reason, his instincts are screaming at him not to let you die.

So, he breaks the one rule he has had all his life, never ask for help from his identical twin, and takes you to see Dr. Jack Abbot, in hopes of saving you. Jack hasn't seen Pope in years and now he is trying to save some random person bleeding out in the middle of his house for his estranged brother. He doesn't know why he agrees. Maybe because he's as drawn to you as Pope is.

Though, neither of them can figure out why…because you're just a beta, right?

Word Count: 22.7k

A/N: Don't ask me how I came up with this. I think this is the craziest shit I've ever cooked on a whim. But I couldn't help myself…the idea of getting railed by two alphas is just too yummy…

You can see a full list of warnings on the fic on my AO3, or you can go in blind! That's up to you!

I will warn…there's a lot of yearning in this fic. Because I just like suffering I guess. At least there's porn! Because how can I resist a good knotting! Hope it's a fun read ♡

Pope has many rules he follows to ensure he never gets caught. The golden one being: never do a job near home. And he is technically following that rule.

He isn't doing a job near his home.

But he is doing a job near his estranged twin brother's home, on the east coast.

Far enough from Oceanside that no one would even think to link him to it.

That is, if the job went right…

It was supposed to be simple. A one man job, large pay day, in and out. Just a clean robbery during a restocking of a local jewelry chain. Smurf's fence already had buyers lined up for the take. All Pope had to do was make it back to California with the jewels.

But things are never as simple as he thinks. Because when he robs the place, it's like the cops had already been tipped off. And he has a bad suspicion that his mother wanted him back in prison.

Why else would she have him get caught on the other side of the country?

Unfortunately for her, Pope has learned his lesson from his previous stint in prison and he knows how to get away from the cops much better now. He planned for this. He always has to now.

But what he wasn't planning for was you, getting off of work at the restaurant you serve at.

You have a bad habit of jaywalking because you're so used to there not being any cars on the street where you park, since it's a few blocks away from the restaurant. Plus, it's late at night in a run down part of town.

There are never cars driving around here—

Until one slams into you while you're in the middle of the street and you go flying into the glass window of a nearby discount thrift store.

You don't know if you feel lucky that the sheer number of clothing racks breaks your fall. It distracts you from the insanely large piece of glass that's lodged in your side. When you notice it, you almost scream from all the blood oozing out of you.

Almost, because a gloved hand goes over your mouth before you do.

“Don't scream and I'll take you to a hospital.”

You look up to see a man wearing one of those black ski masks, where you can only see his hazel eyes peeking through. Your heart is hammering in your chest but you don't know why it isn't out of fear. You aren't feeling afraid, mostly just startled.

Pope doesn't know why he stopped the car. He should've driven away. There's no reason for him to risk getting caught to check on an innocent bystander.

But something about you, about how soft and small and beautiful you are, made him stop the car. It was like he couldn't help it.

Could you be…

He shakes his head. You couldn't be. He would smell it. You don't smell like an unclaimed omega.

You don't smell like anything, which usually means you're a beta. If he smelled threatened by you, you'd likely be an alpha.

Like him.

Like his brother, who will not be happy to see him soon.

Because you tell Pope, through shaky breaths, “I don't have health insurance. I can't go to the hospital…”

You get paid cash under the table to serve at the hole in the wall, mom and pop restaurant you work at. Because…you have a criminal record. And it's hard enough getting a job in general but as a previous felon, it's even more difficult. Every employer, even though they aren't supposed to discriminate, looks at you differently once they've discovered what you've done time for. So, you can only work for shitty pay in bad parts of the city and pray that one day, you'll get out of here.

You had no idea that day would be coming much sooner than you thought…

“No screaming and I'll take you to a doctor I know.” Pope is not sure Jack will do him this favor. His brother owes him nothing after all the bullshit Pope put Jack through growing up.

That's why, when they got placed in the foster care system and Jack got the opportunity to get adopted by another family, he took it. The Abbots didn't want Julia or Andrew, because they had disciplinary records. So, they just took Jack.

Jack has no clue that Pope has been keeping tabs on him all this time. It has to be, what, more than twenty years since they've been separated? Maybe even longer…

So, it's a surprise to Jack why he's letting his twin brother bring you into his house, bleeding all over his hardwood floors.

“What the fuck, Pope?!” Jack moves everything off his dining table so Pope can set you down. “What the fuck are you doing here? Who is she?”

“I hit her with my fucking car. Can you save her or not?” Pope doesn't care for the reunion talk. He's more focused on the giant shard of glass poking out of the side of your hip.

“She needs a hospital.” Jack sees all the micro cuts from shattered glass all over your exposed skin where your clothes have ripped from the impact. Probably through a window…

“She can't pay for a hospital.” Pope doesn't have to explain anything extra to Jack. Jack knows how hard it is to afford medical care. He sees it every day.

“It…hurts…a lot…” You clutch your side, tears dripping down your face from the pain. “Am I going to die?”

“No.” They both say at the same time.

Jack glares at how close Pope is hovering. “If you want me to help her, get out of my way.”

Pope would move. But for some reason, even the simple action of stepping aside from you feels strange. He doesn't want to leave your side.

Jack sees a look on Pope's face that he has never seen before. It's…care. He cares about you. Jack can't seem to understand why Pope does. He hasn't ever cared for anyone, not truly.

But he worries for you.

And that's enough for Jack to care too, at least enough to make sure you don't die on his dining table.

It takes him all night to pull out every shard of glass from your skin. You're shivering by the end of it because he had to cut you out of your thick winter clothes to check your whole body. They were ruined anyway from the impact through the window.

It was difficult for Jack not to notice how nice of a body you had hidden under your rather modest work attire. It's even more difficult not to react to how cute you look in his clothes, since he had to put you in something after he finishes cleaning your wounds.

“You're lucky I wasn't working tonight.” Jack tells Pope once he has you wrapped up in a warm blanket and settled by the fireplace.

It's freezing outside. It's supposed to snow soon. Jack thankfully bought some wood ahead of time so you're all snuggled up and cozy, the fire illuminating you as you sleep peacefully on the fluffy rug Jack laid down there.

To help with recovery, he gave you all the painkillers he had. It's a miracle you didn't break any bones. You did lose a lot of blood but him and Pope are both universal donors so…you are very lucky you didn't need to go to a hospital. Jack had everything needed to treat you.

“Thanks.” Pope doesn't know what else to say.

“Who the hell is she?” Jack can't wrap his head around his brother helping some random person off the street. He has definitely left people for dead for less.

While Jack hasn't kept in touch with Pope, he will, on occasion, call Catherine since they were friends prior to him moving away. She keeps him in the loop since she understands what it's like not to like his family.

Though, he hasn't heard from her in a while…

“I don't know. I was…running from the cops and I hit her with the getaway car.”

“Is that what's in my driveway right now?” Jack bites back the anger that's threatening to come out. “Am I an accomplice now?”

“No, it's her car. I crashed the other car into the store she fucking smashed into. There's no reason for them to think it was anything but a car crash. They probably think I'm on foot somewhere nearby.”

Jack pinches the bridge of his nose, a headache forming at the center of his skull. “What the fuck are you doing here, Pope?”

“Smurf has a connection here with an in for this jewelry chain. She wanted me to hit the restock.”

“She made you come all the way out here for a job?” Jack would believe it. Their mother is crazy.

“I'm pretty sure she tipped off the police.” Pope had a bad feeling when she told him to go alone without his brothers or J.

“Why would she do that?” Jack shouldn't ask that. He already knows.

“Because she wants me to go back to prison.” Pope is certain she never wanted him to get out. “That way, none of them have to deal with me.”

She probably figured he'd die in there. He almost did, several times. The abuse was brutal, especially since he went to a prison full of criminal alphas. The guards were alphas too. Everyone was on edge and looking to be the toughest guy in there. It's a miracle Pope got out early.

Smurf has been making him do risky shit ever since, hoping he'd slip up. He almost did, getting involved with you.

Pope hasn't taken his eyes off of you since he saw you for the first time. He doesn't like the feeling that stirs in his chest when he sees how peacefully you're sleeping. Nor does he like the ache that he feels when you wince from the pain before adjusting your sleeping position, like your body is remembering that you got hurt.

“You don't take anything, do you?” Jack, again, keeps asking questions he knows the answer to.

Pope refused to take any suppressants growing up. Jack did because he knew it would be better in the long run not to let the hormonal imbalance of being an unmated alpha interfere with his life. He has been taking them every day since puberty. He hasn't missed a dose yet.

“Smurf tried to sneak some in my food but I figured it out.” Pope doesn't like the way the suppressants make him feel. They dull everything and whenever he gets that dull, he's afraid of what he might do to try to feel something again…

“You should take them. They've made them better since we were kids. They won't make you feel weird anymore.” Jack is very different from his brother in many ways.

Despite growing up in the same household, Jack learned at a young age that being in control is always the best option. Pope would rather let the people around him control him, tell him what to do, push him towards whatever they wanted for him, even if it ate at him inside. Jack tried so hard to get Pope to snap out of that mentality but it never worked. Pope would just lash out at Jack and soon enough, Jack was tired of trying.

When he moved away, he forgot what it was like to be a Cody, with all that unnecessary pressure.

In his mind, he will always be an Abbot.

He wonders if life would've been different for Pope had he been adopted by them too.

“Do you have one of those machines?” Pope can't remember what they're called. “That check for markers?”

“Pope, she's definitely a beta.” Jack has worked with plenty of omegas before. He knows the smell well. It doesn't affect him, given the suppressants, but it still is prevalent regardless.

You don't smell like anything, except blood…

“Do you have a machine or not?” Pope knows Jack's right but he can't shake the feeling.

“Yeah, I have one but it's not super accurate since it's a portable one.” Jack goes to his backpack where he keeps his on-the-go medical supplies and pulls out a machine that looks like a credit card reader.

It's useful to have a detector on hand since, medically speaking, each demarcation has their own unique subset of possible complications. For betas, they heal much slower than alphas and omegas, meaning for wounds like yours, it'll likely take twice as long to get you back on your feet. It also means betas need faster medical treatment because they can die much easier.

Mated omegas and alphas heal exceptionally well. Something about their bond allows them to heal in the presence of each other. That's why it's never a good idea to separate an alpha and an omega when one of them is hurt. It slows the healing process tremendously if so. Though, instinctually, if one of them is hurt, the other could never leave their side. It makes them feel sick stepping away from their mate.

Maybe that's why Pope thinks you might be an omega. Because he doesn't seem to want to leave your side.

Jack pricks you with a sterilized needle and then drops the blood into the machine. It whirs and then beeps after a few seconds, flashing the result on the screen.

“High traces of the beta marker.” Jack shows Pope. “Told you.”

Pope nods. That confirms it. So, he should be able to leave you. He should leave you to get back to Oceanside to fence the jewelry he stole that's sitting in your car right now.

But he asks Jack instead, “can I…stay here for a while?”

His brother doesn't look happy about that. “Why do you want to stay here?”

“Just until I find my own fence. Once I have the cash, I'll leave. I need to get out of the country or something. Disappear somewhere Smurf can't find me, like you did.”

“I didn't disappear.” Jack corrects him. “She never bothered looking for me. She'd look for you, though.”

Pope was always her favorite because he was her errand boy. Jack never let her use him the way she uses Pope and he tried his whole life to get Pope to stop letting Smurf walk all over him. But Pope is loyal. He always has been.

“Please, Jack.” Pope rarely begs but…he doesn't want to go back to Oceanside. “Just until she recovers. I'll keep an eye on her while you're at work. I'll be out of your hair then.”

“You're going to make me gray more than I already am.” Jack brushes his fingers through the gray streaks in his hair. Then, he concedes, “fine, but only if you help me clean up. My housekeeper has been on vacation.”

Pope did notice that, minus all your blood on his floors, Jack's place could be a lot cleaner. There's clothes everywhere. It looks like Jack doesn't make it to his bed half the time from the way there's blankets piled up in the living room.

Jack catches Pope staring. “I sleep out here when it's cold, since it has the fireplace.”

“I wasn't judging.” He can't judge. He barely sleeps as is. “I'll get your shit cleaned up.”

“You can take the guest room. The one on the left.” Jack points down the hallway. “Are you going to sleep now?”

“No, I'll sit here.” Pope walks over to the armchair that Jack has in the living room, sitting down, staring at you all curled up by the fire.

Jack finds himself looking at you too before he snaps his attention away. There's no reason for him to be staring at you, other than the fact that you're a gorgeous woman who happens to be sleeping in his house.

That same strange feeling that's stirring in Pope is making Jack's stomach churn every step he takes away from you towards his room. It's faint, like his body is trying to digest food that isn't sitting well with him. He figures it must be from having to give blood while performing surgery on you to get those glass shards out.

The queasy feeling doesn't end, though. Jack finds it hard to sleep. He feels colder than usual too. He tries to tough through it but he needs to sleep since he's working the night shift.

So, after enough time has passed, he gets up and walks out to the living room. Pope is fast asleep, sitting up on the chair. You're still sleeping by the fire, the medicine definitely helping you relax. Jack lays down on the couch and for some reason, he feels a lot better now.

He doesn't like the way he's looking at you, though. He doesn't feel comfortable with the thoughts stirring in his mind. Of how nice it would be to scoop you into his arms and hold you while you sleep.

Jack shakes it off. He hasn't thought like that in…maybe ever, honestly. He has never been so drawn to someone before.

And he doesn't even know your name.

By the time you wake up, it's almost evening. The warm colors of the sunset are filtering through the sheer curtains in the large windows looking out from the living room.

But this isn't your living room.

Your shitty studio apartment doesn't have a living room and if it did, it would not look this nice.

You…don't know where you are. And you forget that you're injured because you sit up, thinking you can, and then you immediately let out a scream when your stitches rip.

“Ow!” You grip your side, warm blood coating your fingers. “Oh fuck…”

Two men come rushing towards you in an instant. You've never seen either of them before. Or, wait…have you?

You feel nervous all of a sudden with how close they are to you, your skin heating. It's hard not to notice that they're twins. It's even harder not to notice how handsome they both are…

You've always liked your men older.

“You need to lay back down.” One of them tells you, gently helping you back down onto your back. “You tore your stitches. I have to redo them.”

“Why do I have stitches?” You lift your hands off the wound so the man, presumably a doctor from the way he's examining you from head to toe and grabbing medical supplies, can start working on closing your wound back up.

“Because I hit you with my car last night.” The other man, who sounds eerily similar to the first one, says to you.

“What?” Why can't you remember?

“She must've had a concussion if she can't recall.” The man redoing your stitches waits until you're looking him in the eyes to say, “my name is Jack Abbot. I'm a doctor. This is my…brother, Pope.”

Jack refrained from attaching a very unwelcoming adjective in front of the word brother.

“It would be crazy if you two weren't brothers.” You make a really bad joke since they look exactly alike and Pope actually laughs. It's faint but it's there, a dark little chuckle. You want to laugh too, but it would probably distract Jack.

Then you take a moment to introduce yourself, since you assume they don't know anything about you.

“I'm sorry I hit you with my car.” Pope tells you and he sounds distraught over it. “I would've taken you to a hospital but you told me not to.”

“Yeah, I wouldn't be able to afford that bill.” You barely clawed your way out of debt. You are not going to swim in it again. “Thank you, Dr. Abbot.”

“Just Jack is fine. You are in my house, after all. Be weird for you to call me Doctor here.” Jack finished up redoing your stitches. “Now, please, be careful getting up. If you need help, tell one of us and we'll pick you up.”

Jack bites down on his tongue right after he says that. What the fuck is he saying? He should've just said he'd help you up so you can walk on your own. Why did he—

“Can I get a little help then?” You lift your arms up for one of them to take you. “Is there a bathroom somewhere?”

Before Jack has a chance to, Pope already has you scooped up in his arms. “I'll take her. You should get ready for work.”

“I still have a landline. If I call, you answer, alright?” Jack walks over to the phone on the wall.

“You still have a landline?” You chuckle and Pope tenses when he can feel your breath on his skin. “That's crazy.”

“It's the most secure line for emergencies.” Jack shouldn't be explaining this.

Why is he even talking to you?

You're just a patient.

But your giggle has his heart skipping a beat. “I've never met anyone with a landline before.”

“You've probably never gotten hit by a car either.” Pope says and you laugh at that, clutching onto him more for balance because you wobble a little in his arms at your laughter.

He likes the way your hands have settled in his hair, clinging to the back of his head. He wants your hands in his hair all the time…

“Definitely not.” You still can't believe that happened, laying your head against the crook of his neck. “Thanks for getting me help.”

“We'll help you until your stitches heal and you can walk on your own. Unless you want to go back home.” Pope realizes he knows nothing about you. You could have someone back home waiting for you, like a kid…or a lover.

He doesn't like how his heart aches when he thinks that.

“This place is way nicer than my place.” You can't believe the size of this bathroom. And it's just the guest bathroom!

Pope helps set you on your feet and you tell him that you've got it from here and will call for him when you're done.

“Do I call you “Pope”?” You're unsure if you heard Jack right earlier. “That's an interesting name.”

“My brothers would call me Pope Andrew growing up so it just stuck one day.” He explains. “Either is fine.”

“Which do you prefer?” You ask to be polite.

Pope thinks for a second and then says, “Andrew.”

“Okay. I'll tell you when I'm done, Andrew.” You say back with a soft smile, in that sweet tone of yours.

Pope closes the bathroom door behind him and…he puts his hand over his heart. It's beating so fast all of a sudden.

Why does he feel like this? Just from seeing you smile?

Jack catches Pope just idling by the guest bathroom door after he's done getting ready for work. He has no clue how long Pope has been standing there like that. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” Pope answers, still dazed from you saying his name. “I'm fine.”

Jack raises an eyebrow because Pope definitely doesn't look fine. He looks like he's going to have a heart attack with the way he's clutching his chest.

The bathroom door swings open and you hobble out, holding onto your side so you're staying aware of it. Jack feels the urge to lunge forward to stop you from walking any further but Pope beats him to it, lifting you back into his arms.

“You were supposed to call for me to get you!” Pope lightly scolds you. “What if your stitches break when Jack's not here? I'm not very good at them.”

“I'm sure you'd do fine.” You say, patting his chest lightly. “You've probably gotten plenty of stitches yourself.”

You notice that his heart is racing when your hand touches his chest. You look up at him, wondering why that could be. Maybe it's difficult for him to carry you?

“If this is too much, you can just help me walk. I should be fine without the princess treatment.” You do like being held like this, though.

But you're very aware of the scent that is coming off of Pope. It screams alpha.

Which means there's no reason for him to treat you so kindly.

It's not worth the effort. Betas rarely get involved with alphas or omegas because it always ultimately leads to heartbreak.

You know better…

“I hit you with my car. It's my responsibility to make sure you recover well. This is the least I can do.” Pope genuinely feels bad he didn't see you. It was a dark street, with broken street lamps, but he still should've noticed you.

You'll accept that explanation. Makes much more sense than the silly thought running through your mind that he likes you. He definitely doesn't like you. His brother doesn't either. Unless…

“Are you both alphas?” You didn't get a scent off of Jack.

Your hopes are crushed when Jack says, “yeah. We're triplets, actually. Our sister was an alpha too, like our mother.”

You notice he says “was”. Their sister must've passed away.

“You're in a good occupation then.” There are a lot of alphas in the medical field since they have great stamina so they can work long hours doing difficult work, like saving lives. “Are you heading to work now?”

Jack is wearing his usual black scrubs. He wanted to show you his badge, so you knew he wasn't lying about being a doctor. He shouldn't care that you're way too trusting. You're not someone he should worry about.

But he can't stop himself from saying, “this is the hospital I work at, just so you know. Make sure if this ever happens again to verify the identities of the people who are helping you. They might not be good people.”

You look up at Pope then back at Jack, before answering, “what if I'm the one who's the bad person? You never verified me.”

That gives Jack pause. You're right. They just assumed you were harmless because you look harmless.

Never judge a book by its cover.

“Are you?” Jack asks.

You shrug, giggling. “Maybe. Are you?”

“I am.” Pope says without hesitation. “I was in prison for a while. Does that make you uncomfortable?”

You shake your head, admitting, “would it make you uncomfortable if I said I was in prison too?”

You meet Jack's gaze. He's puzzled. Most people are when they learn that.

“Why were you in prison?” Jack has to know.

He asks your least favorite question. It never ends well when you tell people why you've been in prison…

Pope catches how much you're trembling in his arms. It must be difficult to talk about for you.

“Can you put me down?” You point to the bed and Pope nods, setting you down there. You carefully sit up, keeping your hand on your side. Then, you tell them, “I hurt someone. Specifically…an omega.”

You bite your lip then sigh. You hate having to tell people this, especially alphas. They're hardwired to protect omegas so you're certain Pope and Jack aren't going to treat you as nicely after you fill them in. But you don't want to keep this from them.

You'd rather they know so they can judge you for themselves with the whole truth.

“It was stupid and when I was younger but…I was jealous of this omega so I shoved them and they tripped and ended up breaking their arm on their fall.” Hurting an omega in any capacity leads straight to serving prison time, given that they're such a small percentage of the population. They are a very protected class. “I served my time and I haven't done anything like that since but…I get it if you don't want to deal with me anymore. I can just heal up at home.”

It may not be as comfortable as Jack's house and you'd be losing access to an actual doctor but alphas rarely affiliate with anyone who has hurt an omega. That's why finding work is so hard for you. If the employer is an alpha, you're almost always skipped over.

Jack looks over at Pope, trying to see what he thinks. Pope meets his gaze then turns to you and says, “if it's in the past, it's in the past. You're not the same person you were then.”

You blink, trying to stop the tears from forming in your eyes. But they drip down your face anyways. You didn't realize how much you needed to hear those words.

“We've all done things we aren't proud of.” Jack is earnest with his words. “All we can do is keep pushing forward.”

“Thank you for not hating me over one mistake.” You wipe your tears away, holding in your hiccup. “I really appreciate it.”

Perhaps if it was any other person, they wouldn't be so forgiving. But for some reason, neither Jack nor Pope can find it in them to be mad at you over what you did. They seem more focused on getting you to stop crying.

“You should get her something to eat.” Jack practically orders Pope around. “Make her drink water too. Don't forget. Do you need money?”

Pope shakes his head. “I got cash. You know any places that deliver?”

“I'll show you.” Jack gestures for him to follow.

“Wait.” You don't want them to go just yet. “Can one of you help me back to the living room?”

Again, without any reservation, Pope comes over and picks you up into his arms, carrying you back out to your little spot by the fireplace. There's no fire going right now, but you really like this spot. It's cozy with the fluffy rug and soft pillows.

You wish there were more blankets to add to your pile. You could make yourself a nest.

Though…you have no clue why you're thinking that. What an odd thought.

“These are take out menus of places that deliver nearby. Pick a place and buy me something to heat up later.” Jack hands Pope the pamphlets.

“Do you still like kung pao or have you moved on since you were fifteen?” Pope picks the Chinese place, since it looks like this is the menu Jack looks at the most with how worn it is. “With extra peanuts, right?”

“Yep.” Jack is surprised that Pope remembers. “A side of rice too.”

“I got it.” Pope heads over and sits beside you, handing you the menu. “You pick something and I'll order it.”

“My bag is in my car.” You can see it parked in the driveway. “I can pay for my food.”

“You don't have to worry about that.” Pope does not want you to be thinking about money. He can take care of you.

Thankfully, you're looking very intently at the menu because if you turned to see the look on Pope's face, you'd question why he seems so distraught. It's because he doesn't know why he feels so much for you. He hasn't ever felt anything like this before. He's thinking thoughts he hasn't ever had.

Like what you would look like with his bite mark on the back of your neck.

Jack is going through the same struggle when he's driving to work. He feels sick, that stomachache from last night returning in full force. It only gets worse the further he is from home.

He brushes it off as him being worried that Pope is in his house. He doesn't think Pope would steal anything from him.

Apparently Julia did that a lot, according to Catherine, to Smurf but Jack doubts Pope would to him. Not after he begged Jack to stay in his house. Pope can be tough to deal with at times but he isn't truly a bad person. He can do bad things but he doesn't like to.

Jack's head starts to pound when he puts his backpack away in his locker. He clutches it and Dr. Shen notices.

“Abbot, you okay?” Shen raises an eyebrow at Jack massaging his temple. “You look like shit.”

“I'm fine.” Jack fights through the pounding in his head. “I just need to drink more water.”

“Always got to stay hydrated.” Shen says right before he takes a sip of his iced coffee.

Water does not help. By the time Jack is off work, he debates calling a cab to pick him up because he's so woozy. It did help to eat the protein bars he packed for the rare moments he has a break during work, so he must just be hungry.

Somehow, he makes it back home in one piece.

Just being in his driveway already soothes him. But he gets the greatest wave of relief when he opens the front door and sees you sleeping by a lit fire. Something about how warm and welcoming you look eases him.

Suddenly, his head isn't throbbing anymore and his stomach has stopped its churning. But it can't be because of you, right?

He shakes it off. It's impossible. You're a beta. He's just trying to see things that aren't there.

Because he can't rid himself of the desire to make you a permanent part of his life.

Jack is losing it. He must be overworked.

He looks around but Pope isn't here. He notices then that your car isn't in the driveway.

You stir a bit at the sound of Jack's footsteps before mumbling, “are you back already, Andrew?”

“No, it's me, Jack.” He didn't realize you're calling Pope “Andrew”.

Why does that make him feel…jealous?

“Did you have a good day at work?” You ask, rubbing your tired eyes. Then you giggle, “I meant night.”

A force inside Jack's body wants him to walk up to you and find a way to bottle up that smile. He settles for clenching his fist, digging his nails into his palm to wake himself up from these strange thoughts.

“It was okay.” It could've been worse but he managed. “Where's Pope?”

“He went to go get some clothes for me, since I feel bad wearing yours.” You flap your arms so he can see how big his long sleeve is on you. “Though, I kind of like your clothes. They smell really nice.”

You kick yourself under your blanket. What are you saying? Why did you just say that?

It is the truth but you didn't have to tell Jack!

Now you feel embarrassed…

“What kind of laundry detergent do you use?” You try to make it not seem like you like the way he smells in particular.

“Whatever my housekeeper usually picks.” Jack delegates all of his household goods to the kind woman who has been helping him since he got this house. He has been pushing her to go on a paid vacation and she finally caved.

“I like it.” You say, lifting the collar of the shirt over your face to smell it. “It's comforting.”

Jack cannot dig his nails any harder into his palm. He must've torn flesh by now because he keeps thinking about how adorable you look and how much he wants to touch you.

Wait, what? He needs to focus on something else. His thoughts are all over the place.

Jack goes to the fridge and pulls out the takeout Pope bought earlier, tossing it in the microwave to heat up. He feels compelled to ask, “did you eat already?”

You nod. “A few hours ago. I am a little hungry now but I will probably just try to go back to sleep.”

“Do you want to eat some with me?” What the fuck is Jack saying? Didn't he just say he needs to focus on something else? So, why is he offering?

What the fuck is going on—

“Oh, sure.” You want to get up on your own but you know you shouldn't. “Can you help me up?”

His feet move before he can think. He kneels down and picks you up easily. You lean into him, taking in a deep breath.

Then, you notice how nice he smells, even with the layer of sweat from working all night. He smells just like this laundry does, with an extra bit of him to it. Usually, you find the scent that wafts off of alphas disturbing. But you really like his smell for some reason.

It makes you lean your head on his shoulder, wanting to breathe more of it in before he sets you down at one of the stools he has for his kitchen island.

Jack was pretty quick about bringing you over but he still feels like he let you linger in his arms more than he should've. His heart is pounding in his chest right now. Maybe it's because he can see just a bit of the skin on the back of your neck and he can't control the way he licks his lips. It's like his teeth are aching to bite you.

He pushes the thought away. He must be sleep deprived and starving. That explains it.

So, he let out a sigh of relief when the microwave beeps and he can grab the food from it, setting it in front of you. He grabs two plates and some utensils and then, against his best judgment, he sits right next to you at the island. He should've stood across the way. At least then he would be putting some distance between the two of you.

But he notices how your bare leg brushes up against his.

You aren't wearing any pants…

“Oh sorry!” You scoot over a little, realizing how casually your leg was resting on his. “None of your pants fit so I just went without.”

“Aren't you cold?” Jack has to talk or else he'll start thinking about sliding his hands up your bare thighs and—

“It's toasty in here with the fire.” You glance over at it, the embers lighting up the living room with that soft orange glow. “I like the way the wood sounds.”

“Me too.” He does. It's calming. He wishes it was helping him right now.

“I don't want to steal food out of your mouth.” You gesture for Jack to start eating first. “I'll pick at it after you serve yourself since I'm not too hungry.”

Jack turns his attention to the food, making himself a plate. Then, he makes you a plate too because…well, he doesn't really know why. He just does. He unconsciously gives you a lot more food.

You chuckle at the sight of it. “We should switch. You gave me so much.”

You slide his plate over towards you and when he goes to grab yours, his hand brushes along your fingers as you try to do the same. You quickly pull away, letting him take the plate. You try not to react to how warm his hand is. But it's hard when you're thinking about how thick his fingers are and how they would feel—

What is going on with you? You've never lusted after someone like that before.

You go to pick at your food, trying to distract yourself from the thoughts swirling around in your head. Jack scarfs his food down, trying to do the same, trying to get you out of his head.

He keeps repeating the same thing over and over again in his head. He must just be hungry, or tired, or pent up. It could just be because he finds you attractive and it's been a while since he has been in the presence of someone attractive. That must be it. You're just a very attractive beta.

This attraction will not last. It never does for Jack, but especially because you're a beta. It would be an insult for him as an alpha to pursue you, knowing that one day, he would have to leave you if he met his match. It's frowned upon to lead a beta on. That's why there has never been a case where an alpha and a beta live happily ever after.

So it will not happen here. Even if…he wants it to…

“I'm sorry to ask, but can you get me some water?” You would do it yourself but the last time you tried, Pope scolded you into the next millennium so you will not be risking that again. You're certain Jack would scold you even more.

“Of course.” Jack gets up, grabbing a glass and filling it with the filtered water from his fridge, handing it to you.

When your fingers brush his again, his heart nearly stops in his chest. He pulls away the moment you have a grip on the glass.

“Thank you.” You swallow the whole glass because you're super parched.

Jack hates that he stares at you the entire time, right at your neck. He goes to grab some water for himself so he isn't looking at you directly anymore. Like somehow that'll help him stop thinking about you.

The water goes down but it doesn't quench his thirst at all. He fills his glass up and walks back to sit down next to you. You eye the water.

“Can I have some of that?” You're still thirsty and you'd hate to make him get up again. Pope told you about Jack's prosthetic leg so you'd feel bad making him move around so much after a long shift.

He slides it over to you, narrowly avoiding your fingers brushing against his again. He turns away while you drink, so he isn't caught staring at you.

But he is thinking about how you're sharing his glass. An indirect kiss. A kind of intimacy he hasn't had with anyone before.

“I asked Andrew but I wanted to ask you too.” You turn to Jack when you're done sipping some water and say, “I know he hit me with his car but I don't want to be any trouble. I can chip in for things, like food, etc, while I'm here.”

Jack really doesn't like how easily he almost told you not to worry about it, that he'll take care of you. He asks you instead, “what did my brother say when you asked?”

“He told me to just focus on recovering.” But you don't want to mooch off of their kindness…

“You should focus on recovering.” Jack agrees with Pope there. “I've got plenty of money so don't worry about me.”

“That must be nice.” You say with a half-chuckle. “I wish I could say that.”

“Is it hard for you, financially?” Jack is slipping further into you, wanting to know more about you, even when he knows he shouldn't get closer…

“Ah, I'm okay.” You wave off the concerned expression on his face. “I was in pretty bad debt after prison but I'm all clear now. That's why I didn't want to go to the hospital. I would've been right back where I started if I did.”

“It's a good thing my brother took you to me.”

Though, is it a good thing? Ever since you showed up, Jack has been feeling stranger than ever.

“Thank you for helping me. You didn't have to. I'm just a stranger, after all.” You'll likely remain a stranger to him. He'll forget all about you once you're gone. You're sure of it. You're also sure you'll never forget him.

The handsome doctor…

“You don't have to be a stranger.” The words leave Jack's lips before he can stop them.

You look up into his eyes then. You want to understand what would compel him to say that.

Is he being serious? He wants to get to know you? You can't understand why he would.

But then his eyes drop to your lips before meeting your gaze again. He hopes you didn't notice that. But you definitely did.

Jack sees the way you look at his lips in response. Then, you throw everything you've ever believed out the window to grab him by the collar so you can pull him towards you to kiss him.

And Jack stops caring about all the conflicting things screaming in his mind so he can kiss you back.

He does more than just that. He deepens the kiss, his hand cupping your face, adjusting you so he can slip more of his tongue into your mouth. You can't help the moan that leaves your lips when you feel his other hand slide up your bare thigh.

You move your hands to his shoulders and you dig your nails into him the moment his fingers drag along the outside of your underwear. He can feel how wet you are, soaked through the fabric. You nearly cum when his fingertips brush along your clit, the friction from the fabric dizzying your mind. You've never been so sensitive before.

You've never wanted to be touched like this before. You've always been so apprehensive when it comes to sex. You would never let anyone touch you. And yet you're letting Jack.

You want him so much. And he wants you.

But then, you both hear the front door unlock and Jack quickly pulls away from you, turning back towards the island, to hide the redness that has surely creeped up on his face from how much he wanted to touch you. He needs to calm down right now.

Since Pope is home. “I packed everything from the list you gave me. Do you want your pajama pants now?”

“Uh y-yeah.” You swallow back the thrumming of your heart. “I really need those.”

Pope comes up and helps you put them on. He notices how hot your skin feels.

Do you have a fever or something?

“I'm going to bed.” Jack gets up from the island, not turning to face either of you. “Can you do the dishes?”

“I got it. You go rest.” Pope waves Jack off and he does not wait a second longer to leave.

“Thanks for doing that, Andrew.” You would've dressed yourself if you could move. “I'll just brush my teeth here so you don't have to carry me all the way to the bathroom.”

Pope hands you your toiletries and walks you over to the kitchen sink so you can brush the taste of Jack out of your mouth before it lingers for too long. That kiss will surely linger on your mind forever. And the feeling of his hand on your thigh, his fingers almost dipping inside of you.

“Are you feeling okay?” Pope is concerned at how much heat is radiating off of you.

“Yeah, I-I'm okay.” You try your best not to stutter from the nerves. “I think I'm just tired.”

After you finish brushing your teeth and washing your face, he helps you back to your spot by the fire and adds a few more logs. You glance over to see Jack's blanket on the couch.

“Can you get me that? It's a little cold.” You aren't lying. It is cold. But you…miss his smell too.

Pope drapes it over you, tucking you in. “Better?”

You nod, breathing in deeply that soothing scent. “Very warm now. I'm sorry to keep bothering you, but can you pull my suitcase over here?”

“It's not a bother.” He likes helping you. It fulfills something inside of him, though he's unsure what that is.

Once you have your things, you sift through for a shirt you usually would wear to sleep. It's too toasty with Jack's long sleeve on so you bury yourself under your blankets and change. Pope almost tells you that you don't have to hide but…he can't guarantee he wouldn't look. The memory of you undressed yesterday so that Jack could clean your wounds is still haunting him in the back of his mind.

“I'll take that.” Pope puts his hand out in front of you when you've emerged from swapping shirts. “I need to do the laundry anyways.”

You like that his hand lingers against yours for a moment before he takes the shirt from you and walks away. You know you shouldn't like it…but you do.

Pope goes out to the garage, where Jack's washing machine is. And he's supposed to add the shirt to the clothes already in the wash. He is supposed to.

But he stands there instead, lifting it to his nose and basking in your subtle smell. Then, because he knows you can't get up to catch him and Jack must be fast asleep, he slips his hard cock out of his pants and starts rubbing one out. Like he did multiple times at your apartment.

The smell of your place sent him into a craze. He was sure you never invited anyone over because it only smelled like you. It was heaven. Everything had a trace of you there. He wanted to stay there forever. It was almost as good as being by your side. It helped quell the sickness he was feeling driving there.

But his cock wouldn't go down, not even after he jerked himself off several times. That's why he took so long gathering your things. Every time he would pack more, he became overwhelmed by the thoughts of you laying underneath him with his cock buried in your pussy, fucking you until you were screaming his name over and over again.

Pope looks down, his own cum coating his hands, and he can't believe how much is still coming out. He wipes himself off with the shirt and tosses it into the wash, quickly turning the machine on so he can hide the evidence of what he just did. He tucks himself back into his pants and just stands there, staring at the clothes in the machine as it starts the wash cycle. Spinning around and around. Like his head is, with all the thoughts of you.

Unfortunately for Jack, he's suffering the same affliction but it's amplified by how much his chest is hurting too. Your scent still lingers on his fingers so he holds them against his nose while he wraps his hand around his cock, needing that release. He almost fucked you. He would've if Pope didn't come home.

But why would he have?

Every logical and rational part still awake in Jack's mind is telling him that there's no reason for him to want you so much. You're not his person. His person is some omega out there who is waiting to meet him. He's supposed to feel something like this for his mate.

Not you, this random beta that his brother hurt and needed him to treat.

And yet, Jack is so pent up that he's still hard after cumming three times. It's like torture because the more he touches himself to the thought of you, the more he wishes he was touching you instead.

The more he wants to be fucking you instead of his own hand…

You feel the same levels of frustration, hiding under the covers, not sure if you want to be caught with your hand down your pants. You keep thinking about their hands, all over you. You still feel Jack's lips against yours, his tongue in your mouth, his hand on your thigh. You wonder what Pope tastes like. You wish you knew.

The greed overwhelms you. Your desire to have them both. It makes you feel ridiculous. The thought of having two men fawn over you is incredibly greedy. But having two alphas dote on you, when you're just a beta, is…biologically irresponsible.

You'll surely get your heart broken, shattered, destroyed.

But you can't stop your fingers. You bite back a moan when you cum from rubbing your clit while your fingers are dipped inside of you. You don't want to stop. You cum again and again until you hear the garage door open. You hear footsteps getting closer and closer.

So why are you still touching yourself? Why can't you stop, even after you hear Pope sit down at the chair he's been sleeping in?

You cum even harder knowing he's there. The wet sounds are barely muffled by the fire raging on next to you.

Barely muffled, but loud enough for Pope to hear.

And he's on you in a second, ripping the blanket off of you.

“Andrew!” You gasp, feeling way too exposed, given that he can definitely see where your hands are buried.

“What are you doing?” He knows what you're doing but he wants you to say it.

“N-Nothing.” You're meek, curling inwards to make yourself smaller in hopes he'll just pretend he never saw this. “Just sleeping…”

“Just sleeping…with your hands settled between your legs.” He grabs one of your wrists, yanking your hand free from your waistband, bringing it up to his nose. Then, he can't stop himself from dragging his tongue along your soaked fingers, the taste of you intoxicating.

You unconsciously curl your fingers, which are still buried inside of you, at the feeling of his warm tongue licking your hand. You desperately attempt to hold in your orgasm but it shoots through you anyways, your full body shivers betraying your supposedly sleeping claim.

“Give me your other hand.” Pope demands and you listen without thinking it through.

He stuffs your fingers in his mouth, licking them like they're the best thing he has ever tasted in his life.

Arguably speaking, it could be.

You taste so good.

He wants more.

“Tell me to stop.” You can feel every word he says against the palm of your hand, so hot and heavy. “Please tell me to stop.”

You should. You should tell him to stop because you know this won't end well. He's going to find his omega and you'll get left behind. It's inevitable.

So, why does your hand gently caress his face? Why do you trail your fingers along his jaw, trying to memorize what it feels like to touch him? You want to remember. Because you'll never forget him.

“If you want me, I want you.” You tell him honestly. “It's okay if it's only temporary. It's okay with me.”

It's not…but you can't resist. Not when he's looking at you with so much hunger and lust in his eyes. No one has ever looked at you like that before.

Except Jack…

Pope climbs on top of you in an instant, his lips crashing onto yours before you can even react. You moan when he grinds his hips against yours, rubbing his hard cock against you through his pants. You wish he was inside of you.

A thought you never thought you'd ever have.

Because you've never had sex before.

You've barely even kissed other people. Usually, you're repulsed after. Jack might have been the only person you ever felt good kissing. Him…and now Pope.

Pope kisses a line down your body and his impatience has completely fogged his mind. He buries his face between your legs, breathing in your smell through your pants, his cock throbbing so hard in his pants, it's begging to come out.

“Has anyone ever tasted you before?” He demands to know. He'll find them and kill them if they've touched what's his.

You shake your head. “I've never even…”

You're unsure if you should admit this but Pope knows exactly what you meant to say.

You're a virgin. He's the first person to ever touch you like this. Technically the second, since Jack nearly did earlier, but you aren't going to say anything about that.

You have to say, when Pope pulls your pants off, “wait, Andrew, what if Jack—”

“Let him hear.” Pope doesn't care.

There's not a layer of fabric between him and your pussy anymore. He doesn't give a fuck about anything else right now.

You clamp your hand over your mouth the moment you feel Pope's tongue gliding up. He groans at how good you taste. He wishes he could savor it but he needs to know what you taste like when you cum.

He has to know.

This feels exponentially better than touching yourself. His warm tongue dragging up and down, teasing every inch of your sensitive flesh. Your orgasm is building so quickly. You could burst at any moment.

You do, when he seals his lips around your clit and starts to suck. You scream into the palm of your hand, cumming so hard that you squirt for the first time in your life. You're so embarrassed about it…until he laps it up like he hasn't taken a sip of water in days.

He could stay here all day long. He would if you let him. He loves how swollen your clit is, how easy it is to roll around with his tongue, how your soft whimpers come out when he does. Each time he tastes you cumming, he's like he's been possessed. There's nothing else on his mind except wanting to make you cum again.

“Andrew, I can't—” You bite down on your lip when your orgasm hits you again.

You've never cum this much before. It's overwhelming every one of your senses. It's corrupting you in ways you'll surely regret in the long run.

How are you supposed to ever find someone else when the perfect man for you is between your legs right now?

Or hovering above you, his shadow engulfing the two of you.

You glance up to see Jack. You were so distracted that you didn't hear him walking over. He wouldn't have let you hear him coming. He prowled over like he was a predator on the hunt. He could smell you in the air, the same smell that was lingering on his fingers. He followed that smell to the sight of his brother eating you out on the floor by his fireplace.

And now he wants a taste.

“If you don't move right now, I'll kick you out of my house.” Jack threatens and Pope glares up at him, not moving an inch. “Pope, move.”

Pope growls in response like a rabid animal so Jack has to yank him off of you. He holds Pope by the collar. They're both staring so intensely at one another. It's like they want to kill each other.

But then, they hear you say, with so much panic and fear in your tone of voice, “please don't hurt each other. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this…I'm so sorry. You both were treating me so well and I took advantage of that. I'm horrible—”

“You're not.” They both say in sync then they're back to staring at each other, shocked they keep syncing up like this.

Jack lets go of Pope then goes, “touch her somewhere else. It's my turn to have a taste.”

Pope turns his attention back to you. “Do you want him too?”

You cover your face with your hands. You were just moments away from bursting out into tears and now you're about to admit that you want them both to touch you. You've never been so greedy in your entire life.

Pope yanks your hands away from your face, “answer me.”

“I do. I'm sorry—” You can't get the rest of your apology out because Pope has his lips sealed over yours again. You move your hands to his face, holding him against you as he deepens the kiss like Jack had earlier.

Meanwhile, Jack is fixated on how glistening your pussy looks right now. You're so wet. He could slip right in. But for some reason, it's like he knows he needs to prepare you first.

His fingers tease your entrance, making you moan on Pope's lips and he silences you by slipping his tongue deeper into your mouth. They really are in sync because Jack slips a finger into you right then.

Jack has to stop himself from going feral when he feels how tight you are. “No one has ever fucked you?”

Pope pulls off of you to tell him, “she's a virgin.”

“Oh fuck…” Jack grips your thigh with his free hand even harder for leverage, his senses overloading. The need to claim you is consuming him.

“I want you both.” You say out loud now that you're free to speak. “I need you both. I've never wanted to have sex with anyone before you two.”

Surely, they'll be disgusted with you for wanting so much. You're not in a position to ask for this. If you were their omega, sure, but you're nothing to them. They have no obligation to fulfill your needy wishes.

But neither of them can deny how much they want you.

“Prep her.” Pope leaves that to Jack because he doubts he could be gentle right now. He wants to fuck you rough. He'll settle for your mouth right now.

You lick your lips when Pope pulls his cock out, letting you see quite clearly how hard he is right in front of your face. You've never seen a cock up close. But your mouth is watering, desperate to have a taste.

You do warn him, “I've never done this before either…”

“Just mind your teeth and you'll be fine.” Though, Pope couldn't care less what happens as long as you put him in your mouth. He just wants to feel you wrapped around him in some capacity.

You nod and then inch forward. The tip of his cock has a bit of pre-cum leaking out of it that you don't stop yourself from licking it up. He tastes more incredible than you thought he would. It's an alarmingly masculine kind of taste but not uninviting. Sort of like a mixed drink with just a tad more alcohol than it should have.

You want more of it, so you drag your tongue up the length of his shaft several times, admiring the feel of every prominent vein. Pope is trying his hardest not to cum right away but he's barely holding on. It doesn't help that you're moaning on his cock from Jack's fingers curling inside of you, looking for that spot that you can't always reach with your fingers.

When he finds it, you have to stuff Pope's cock into your mouth to stop yourself waking up the neighbors. Jack watches you squirt all over his hand and all he wants is for you to do it again, but with his tongue on your clit. So, he leans down, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue, getting harder than before at the gagged sound you make when he does.

Pope is suffering from how wonderful your mouth feels around his cock. You're so warm and wet and eager with your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock whenever you slide up his shaft before sinking back down. But he notices your body is slightly twisted and pulls out of your mouth and snaps at Jack.

“We should move to a bed.” He doesn't want to risk hurting you more. You don't even notice the ache in your side.

You're way too distracted by Jack's fingers inside of you and his mouth around your clit. He lifts off for a moment to say, “after she cums again.”

Then he's right back on you. You arch your back, grabbing a hold of his hair, riding out the orgasm that shoots through you on his face. You've lost count of how many times you've cum tonight.

You can't believe you still want more.

When Jack pulls his fingers out of you to lick them clean, Pope immediately picks you up. “What room?”

Jack shouldn't say it but he answers, “my bedroom.”

Pope gestures for him to lead the way. Jack will surely regret this. The reminder every time he goes to bed of how he fucked you right here will ultimately ruin him. But he doesn't care.

All he cares about in this moment is being inside of you, filling you up with his cum. Thankfully, betas can't get pregnant from alphas or omegas. Only other betas. So he can spill everything he wants to inside of you without repercussions.

The only problem is: Jack and Pope need to decide who gets your virginity.

But Pope makes it easy. “You go first.”

“Seriously?” Jack has never seen his brother so considerate.

“I owe you for saving her life.” That is true.

“I would've saved her life regardless.” He took an oath.

“Still, I'll never be able to repay you.”

“It's fine—”

“Please, can one of you just fuck me already?” You whine, your pussy aching.

Jack and Pope share a look. They're both thinking the same thing. That it's a shame you can't be theirs. Because you're absolutely perfect with how needy you are.

You breathe out a sigh of relief when Jack finally climbs on top of you. He adjusts you so that Pope can kneel at the edge of the bed on the floor, leveling with you. You reach towards him, touching his face.

“Thank you for moving me.” You thank him because it's much easier to kiss him like this.

You're the only person he'll ever get on his knees for.

“This might hurt.” Jack warns you after he kicks off his pants, letting you see his cock for the first time. They really are twins because they're practically the same down there too.

“It's okay if it does. You're a doctor, after all.” You say with a giggle and Jack can't help but lean down to kiss you, wanting to feel you smile against his lips.

“If it hurts, just focus on me.” Pope turns your head towards him, yanking you away from Jack. That earns him a glare but Pope doesn't care, kissing you anyway. You're giggling so much from how they're acting.

It makes you wish this happiness could last forever.

You know it can't but maybe if you wish hard enough, it could.

Pope leans his forehead against yours and it's like he can feel what you're feeling. Though, he doesn't know that you're feeling the same way he is right now. Wishing that he could feel this peace forever.

Jack doesn't like the desires that stir in him right now. Because he doesn't want to just fuck you anymore. He wants to make love, to hear you say you love him, to see that beautiful smile everyday.

So, deep down, he hides the fact that he wishes the same thing you and Pope do. That this could be more than just a casual fling.

Because when he finally starts to sink inside of you, Jack knows this is the only place he ever wants to be. Right here, with you under him, letting out those breathy moans. You take him so easily despite it being your first time. Maybe because you want him that much.

“Are you okay?” Pope notices how shaky your lips are against his.

“I really hope you aren't as big as him.” Your answer makes him scoff and Jack laughs so hard that you can feel his cock throb inside of you. “Jack!”

“Sorry, sorry.” He slips a little of himself out of you before slowly thrusting back in. “Better?”

“It's a lot easier when you move.” You let out a gasp when he starts rolling his hips. “Oh god…”

There's so many new sensations happening all at once. His cock is hitting places you never knew existed inside of you. The pressure is intense and incredible at the same time, his cock prying you open. You're sure it would feel even better if he wasn't being so gentle.

Jack must read your mind because he presses his hand down against your lower stomach, making you very aware of how deep he is inside of you, before he picks up the pace, pounding into you. You cum way too quickly once he does and he groans when you tighten up around him. He fucks you even harder through your orgasm.

You grab onto Pope for support and his lips are on yours in an instant. You like how his tongue tangles with yours, stopping you from moaning Jack's name as he drives another orgasm through you with how his cock is filling you up.

He must be getting close because he's getting rougher, grabbing your hips and angling you up towards him. You have to pull away from Pope, gripping the sheets to brace yourself because you know the moment he cums, it's going to hit you hard.

“Tell me you want my cum.” Jack demands, on the brink of exploding.

You listen without hesitation. “I want your cum, please.”

That's all it takes for Jack to release all that pent up frustration inside of you. You've never felt warmth pumping into you like that before. It's addictive. You feel so empty when he pulls away, his cum dripping out of you, giving you those full body shivers.

That empty feeling doesn't last long. Pope switches with Jack, who opts to sit beside you instead of kneeling, which you don't mind at all. You like having him near you. You like how he places his hand on yours, interlocking your fingers with his.

You nearly fall in love when he brings your hand up and kisses your knuckles.

You're so distracted by Jack that you're not prepared to feel Pope's fingers inside of you. He sees the confusion written all over your features and smiles, “you can't expect me to fuck you with my brother's cum inside of you.”

You squeeze Jack's hand tightly when Pope starts fucking you with his fingers. Your vision goes blurry from how he's practically scraping Jack's cum out of you with every thrust, teasing that spot inside of you over and over again until you're squirting. He pulls out of you then, watching as the cum leaks out of you, a mixture of yours and Jack's pooling between your legs.

“There, much better.” Pope pulls his cock out again and lines it up, pushing at your entrance. “Are you ready for me?”

You nod but then look up at Jack. He reads your cue and leans down to kiss you. Now you're definitely ready for Pope to slam every inch of his cock inside of you all at once. You almost bite Jack's lip when he does that.

“What the fuck, Pope?” Even Jack knows he was being way too aggressive there.

“She said she was ready.” Pope feigns ignorance and does it again.

This time, you don't have Jack's lips to distract you and you scream out, “Andrew!”

“How am I supposed to stop now?” He needs to hear you scream his name again.

So, he figures out exactly what pace he can take you at that has you gasping for air. You're seeing stars in your vision, the orgasms happening too often that your brain can't keep up.

It doesn't help that Jack lifts your shirt up. He reasons it's to check on the stitches on your side. But he really just wants to touch you…

You cum on Pope's cock when Jack pinches your nipples, rolling them between his calloused fingers. It shoots sparks through you that you feel in the same place Pope is pounding into you at.

Then, you unravel completely when Pope slips his hand between your legs and starts rubbing your clit as he fucks you faster. You don't even think you're saying words anymore. You don't need to when Jack has his lips on yours again.

The surge of pure bliss that flows through you when Pope finishes deep inside of you is a feeling you hope you can feel again. Especially when he's pushing Jack off of you to kiss you, his last few strokes pumping into you nice and slow. You're left breathless and wanting more.

The need you were experiencing earlier isn't gone but…it's changed now, converted into a longing.

Yearning for something you can never have.

Like the gentle look in their eyes.

And the way they take care of you afterwards.

Jack picks you up once Pope pulls out and carries you to his shower, setting you on his shower chair. You let him pull off your shirt completely, leaving you naked.

There's something deeply intimate about having someone gently rinse your whole body. He does a great job avoiding your stitches. Then, he goes to grab a bar of soap, rubbing it between his hands, like he plans on lathering your skin for you. He does for your legs but you stop him before he trails any further up.

“I got it.” You don't think you should let him do too much for you. It's too…it's not something he should do for you. That's all.

Jack hands it to you and you finish up the rest. He only helps you rinse again and dry off. Even though he wants to do more.

He sees the distance you're trying to keep now.

He knows it's for his own good but…

Why can't he let you go?

You notice that Jack lingers at your feet, kneeling in front of you. If you could bend over, you'd take care of your legs so he wouldn't have to. But he already has. You're nice and dry.

So why…isn't he moving?

Jack finally gets up when Pope comes back with some clothes for you.

“Thank you.” You take them and Pope helps you with your pants like he did earlier. Your skin isn't as hot as before. Like that feverish feeling has subsided.

He picks you up and carries you back to your little spot by the fire. Jack follows behind because…well, he doesn't really know why. He takes a seat on the couch, like the previous night. Pope sits in the armchair once he has you settled with the blanket tucked around you.

There's a silence that fills the air that is indescribable. Something is floating in the space between the three of you. Feelings none of you can talk about because they're unrealistic. But ones that each of you feels all too clearly.

You stare up at the ceiling and then say, against your best judgment, “can we do that again? Just until you both…find your mates.”

You close your eyes then, hating that you put that out into the air. But you don't want this to be the last time they ever touch you.

You've decided the heartache will be worth it. If it means you get to spend a little more time with them.

Pope doesn't answer you. He just gets up and then goes over to lay down next to you, pulling the blanket over him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to him. That'll all he can do.

Because if he spoke a word, he would want to tell you that he never wants anyone else but you. But he can't promise you something that is biologically impossible. If he met his mate, he would be drawn to them more than he is drawn to you. So, he keeps this to himself and holds you the way he wants for right now.

You lean into his chest, breathing in his scent, blinking back tears. You want to feel comfort but…your heart is already broken. You didn't expect either of them to agree. You had hoped, maybe, that they'd be stronger than you and put the boundary up.

Jack tries to do just that. He's more realistic. He always has been. He knows sleeping with you was a mistake. He knows sleeping next to you would also be a mistake. One that he will surely never recover from.

But when he hears your quiet sobs, his body moves on its own. He tucks himself on the other side of you, cradling you in his arms as well. He leans his forehead against the back of your head then he presses his lips against the back of your neck. A simple kiss.

It doesn't satisfy that toothache he has but it'll suffice.

This will suffice…until they find their person.

You'll be their world until then.

Much to your surprise, your wounds heal faster than Jack expected they would. It only takes a week for you to be able to walk around with only a dull pain in your side and no more stitches.

You figure you could probably go back to work now. It would be harder than usual but you can't keep relying on Pope and Jack to pay for you. Eventually, you'll need to leave. You need to prepare for whenever that day comes.

They both try to stop you but they can't really justify it. You do need to work because eventually, you won't have them looking out for you. You can't rely on either of them. Even if you wish with all of your heart that you could.

Your first night back to work is a mess. You keep making dumb mistakes like messing up orders, getting table numbers mixed up, pouring the wrong drinks. You have no idea what's going on with you. The owner of the shop tells you to take another week off, to get your bearings again. You agree to it because your head hurts so badly by the end of your shift.

You have to sit in your car for a bit before you can drive back to Jack's house. You told him that you could just stay at your place and only come over when they…want you. But he told you to stay. And you weren't going to say no to that.

Because every day since that night, you've been sleeping with them, in both iterations of the word. The sex is fantastic but you enjoy the cuddling afterwards even more. You also like how they kiss you like it might be the last time they get to.

You never know when that time will come. You just try not to think about it. Because whenever you do, tears well up in your eyes. It makes your head hurt worse than before.

You barely manage to make it to the door before collapsing at the front step, your body hitting the door with a thud.

You're out like a light…

Pope opens the door and immediately panics when he sees you topple over onto the floor in front of him. “What the fuck?”

He shakes you…but you aren't waking up.

He checks your pulse. It's terribly faint…

“Jack!” Pope picks you up and sprints back towards his bedroom.

Jack comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered, not prepared to see you limp in Pope's arms. “What the fuck happened?”

“I don't know. I found her passed out at the front door.”

Jack has Pope set you down in bed so he can check on you. Your skin is cold. There's tension in your head. You're hardly breathing. Your pulse is so faint. You're alive but it's like you're dead. He has never seen this before.

At least, not on a beta…

“What's wrong with her?” Pope asks, unable to quell the fear that you're going to die.

“I'm unsure.” Jack is so confused.

You're showing all the signs of a pheromone withdrawal. But only omegas experience this, when they're away from their alpha for too long. And it only affects unmated omegas.

It's why it's such a risk to deny the mating process once an omega has found their alpha. They could die if they don't get enough of their alpha's pheromones regularly. The mating process regulates this so that the omega can survive longer without their alpha, since the connection is established.

But Jack has never seen these symptoms on a beta, so he has no clue how to treat you. The normal treatment would be to place the patient in a quarantine bay and flood it with artificial pheromones until the withdrawal symptoms ease enough for them to be sentient and moving then their alpha has to push to make them mates to prevent this from happening again.

“We have to take her to the hospital.” Jack decides. “I'll pay whatever it costs. Let's go.”

Pope lifts you back in his arms and carries you to Jack's truck. He places you between the two of them, leaning your head against his shoulder after he buckles you in. Jack drives like he's a madman on the road but there's so much traffic right now once he makes it downtown…

“What is going on?” Jack looks ahead and then rolls down his window, shouting to the car next to him. “Hey! What's up there?”

“Some k-pop concert.” The passenger shouts back. “They just finished up. I've never seen the streets this packed. Must be a big group.”

Fans are flooding the streets, waving their colorful lightsticks, singing songs Jack has definitely never heard before.

“Motherfucker.” Jack rolls back up the window, turning towards you and Pope. “We're going to be stuck here.”

“Can we run?” Pope would do it for you.

Jack shakes his head. “It's way too far. And my hospital is the only one with a quarantine center.”

“A…what?”

Jack doesn't want to have to explain but since they're stuck, “it's just a specialized room to treat omega-related emergencies, like pheromone withdrawal or overdose.”

“But she's a beta.”

“I know.”

“Then how…”

“I don't know.”

“Fuck.” Pope doesn't get it but it doesn't matter what you have.

He just needs you to get better…

Your skin is so cold. It breaks his heart seeing you so lifeless like this.

“What do you think she has and what's the treatment?” Pope wants to know.

“All signs point to pheromone withdrawal. The treatment is to administer potent artificial pheromones until the symptoms resolve.” It's like you lack air and need a breathing mask except it's pheromones and not oxygen.

Pope immediately unbuckles your seat belt and Jack shouts, “what are you doing!”

Pope pulls you onto his lap, taking off his shirt then resting you against him. Then he holds his shirt against your face, letting you breathe in his smell.

Your breathing picks up a little. Only a little but it's enough for Pope to snap at Jack.

“Give me your fucking shirt.”

“Are you nuts?”

“I will rip it off your body if you don't take it off right now.” He's not joking.

Jack groans then pulls off his shirt, tossing it at his brother. Pope holds them both against your face, your senses flooding with their scent. Your eyes start to flutter, like you're about to open them.

“That's it.” Pope leans his forehead against yours, his heart aching so badly in his chest. “Please wake up.”

Your head is pounding when you wake up but you do wake up. You open your eyes to see that you're cradled on Pope's lap and he's shirtless. And you're in Jack's truck.

“What's…happening…” You're so tired and your head is foggy.

“We're taking you to the hospital.” Pope tells you. “You fainted at the front door.”

“What…?” You can't even think because your headache is horrific.

“Jack, does our saliva have pheromones?” Pope has no clue. Jack must know, he's the doctor.

“It does—”

That's all Pope needs to hear. He grabs a hold of your face and kisses you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You're still drowsy but the headache is suddenly improving so you lean more into his kiss.

It isn't enough, though. You're still having difficulty staying awake and breathing. Every time Pope stops kissing you, it's like you're about to pass out again.

Pope turns to Jack. “Switch with me.”

“Pope, I am fucking driving.”

“We are stuck here.” He points to the way no one has moved on the road. “Switch with me and kiss her or she will fucking die.”

Jack curses under his breath and unbuckles his seat belt, sliding over. Pope hands you to him and gets out of the car. The car behind the three of you honks and Pope flips them off, looking crazy since he's shirtless, before getting into the driver's seat.

You're so limp in Jack's arms. He hates how wilted you feel. He doesn't know why he's even listening to Pope but he kisses you anyway. When he deepens the kiss, he can feel your hands grab a hold of him. Or try to.

“You're not…wearing a…shirt…” You mumble out in between kisses, touching Jack's bare chest with your hands.

“Don't ask.” Jack grabs the shirts and holds them up to your face. “Can you take a deep breath for me? Or try to?”

You do as he says, breathing in as deeply as you can, your senses filling with the comforting smell of them. Your heart rate finally picks up, blood pumping through your body better now.

Your head doesn't hurt as badly anymore. Maybe because you're actually getting blood going there now.

Any longer, and you might have died…

“How are you feeling?” Jack checks your vitals, touching your neck and looking at his watch. “Good pulse.”

“Confused, mostly.” You must've given them quite the scare. “I'm sorry. I must've not eaten enough or drank enough water.”

Jack and Pope share that knowing look of theirs. They definitely don't think that's it.

“You've…done testing to check that you're a beta, right?” Jack needs to know for his own sanity. He knows the answer but…just like Pope, he feels like there's something more to it.

You nod. “Plenty of times.”

You know there are weird cases where people do suddenly swap markers but from what you've read, it's usually betas who have dormant alpha genes that overwhelm the beta markers once the body stabilizes. Rarely does a beta ever turn out to be an omega. Omegas are rare. That would be even rarer.

And you doubt you're that special.

“Is there any other tests she can do?” Pope asks Jack, who has to think about it.

“I'll have to ask around.” Jack works mostly with emergency situations. He doesn't know much about the research end of healthcare.

“I hope you guys don't think…” You hope they don't think you're somehow an omega because then it would give you hope.

Hope you shouldn't have…

“Whatever it is, we'll figure it out.” Jack holds you closer to him for a moment and then goes, “are you okay to sit in the middle? We're moving now so it's safer.”

You move off of Jack's lap and he helps buckle you in. Then, he gives you their shirts.

“Keep breathing it in if it helps.” Jack doesn't know if it actually does or if it's just a weird coincidence.

You feel shy about how much you like that you can do this openly. You've been hiding it from them but you have been collecting shirts of theirs whenever they go into the laundry basket and piling them up under the blanket at your spot by the fireplace. When they aren't nearby, you like to huddle in there, like a little cave, surrounded by their smell. You're embarrassed how much you like how they both smell. They each smell different on their own but even better together.

The mix fills you with a subtle kind of pleasure. A type of tranquil peace, really.

By the time you all get to the hospital, you can walk on your own. Neither of them want you to, after seeing you nearly lifeless, but you think it's good for you to get the blood pumping throughout your body. You seem fine enough to give them back their clothes, since it would be very difficult to explain why neither of them are dressed from the waist up otherwise.

“I didn't think you'd be in tonight, Abbot.” Dr. Ellis furrows her brow at the sight of Pope. “I didn't know you had a twin.”

“Do you know anyone who specializes in markers?” Jack will likely have to ask around so he starts with Ellis.

She thinks for a moment then says, “ah, have you ever had to call Dr. Javadi?”

“The resident?” Jack does not think that's right. “Do you mean her mother?”

Though he's pretty sure her mother is a surgeon…

“Actually, I mean her father. He's an endocrinologist. They're usually the ones that come down when an omega needs a specialized treatment plan. Try him?”

“Okay, thanks.” Jack heads upstairs with you and Pope in tow. Ellis will have to ask Jack about what's the deal with the three of you at a different time.

Dr. Raymond Javadi is very helpful. He runs an entire series of specialized tests after you all explain what happened to you. You're nervous about what they may cost.

But he reassures you, “if you happen to be a rare case, all of these will end up being free of charge since it'll benefit our research."

But that's only if you end up being one.

The tests take hours. Jack and Pope wait in the lobby on the testing floor. Jack is doing research on his phone about the tests while Pope is pacing back and forth, his nerves getting to him.

Jack's head starts aching all of a sudden and he checks the time. He hasn't taken his suppressant yet and it's been well over twenty-four hours. This is probably the longest he has ever missed a dose. He's been so preoccupied with you that he didn't think to grab his backpack. But he doesn't want to leave you here with just Pope.

He should be fine without taking it…right?

The nurse calls for them to come back, since you want to see them. Dr. Javadi is standing at your bedside, reading the results the lab got back. You consented to let Jack and Pope hear.

“You definitely experienced a pheromone withdrawal but you don't have any omega markers. Not even a few here and there, like other betas do. You don't have any alpha markers either. You just have beta markers. I've never seen a case like this.”

“Is that…bad?” You don't know what that means.

You're 100% a beta?

“Not bad but…very unusual.” He stares at your results for a long time, thinking. “I have seen cases where an omega has all omega markers. Those are rare but definitely more plausible than this.”

“Plausible in what way?” Jack asks, though it's hard for him to pay attention with the way his headache is getting worse.

It doesn't help that he can smell you so clearly for some reason. It's like your scent is wafting towards him, surrounding him completely. It's making him dizzy…

“There is really no reason for someone to have all beta markers. If an omega has all omega markers, usually it's because their biology doesn't want them to ever be mistaken for anything but an omega. In this case, biologically speaking, why would you need to present so prominently as a beta?” Dr. Javadi can't wrap his head around it.

That is, until your heart rate elevates out of nowhere and your heart monitor starts to beep loudly. You don't know what's happening. You were just fine but all of a sudden, your heart feels like it wants to burst out of your chest.

Are you having a heart attack?

Your whole body is on fire. It's like you got drenched in gasoline and someone threw a match on you. You feel it all over.

“What the hell is going on?” Pope watches as nurses file in and Dr. Javadi throws on a pair of gloves.

“You two need to quarantine right now.” He directs a nurse to move the two brothers away from you.

But neither of them want to go. They can't go. The thought of leaving your side is actually impossible.

“It's just the next room over.” The nurse points to the room beside yours. “You can still see her through the glass. She'll be okay. Please come with me so we don't have to sedate you two and drag you over there.”

It takes everything inside of both of them to listen to the nurse. They're quickly sealed in the room and the nurse activates the pheromone overdose procedure, which is really just redirecting all the pheromones that are emanating off of Jack and Pope to a secure, disposable container.

The nurses also seal your room up so that you can respond to heat treatment, trying to delay you from going into a forced heat from the sudden overdose of pheromones that will hopefully exit the room swiftly. It can only delay your inevitable heat, though. They're unsure how long it'll delay.

They've never had a case like this.

A beta going into heat because of two alphas.

“Check her again.” Dr. Javadi instructs so one of the nurses pricks your finger and drops the blood into one of the specialized detectors.

And they all watch your markers shift from beta to omega and then back to beta.

“Open the window.” He points to the one that connects the two rooms, since this is a specialized room made for this kind of separation between alphas and their omegas. “Just a bit then shut it. Prick her before, during and after.”

The nurses do exactly that. And before the window is open, you're a beta. When you're bombarded with their pheromones, you're an omega. Once the window shuts, you're back to being a beta.

“Incredible.” Dr. Javadi is astonished by the results.

“Am I going to be okay?” You're more mentally stable now but you're…aching between your legs.

What the…

“Well, that depends.” He turns to you and asks, “do you like those men?”

“What?” You must be hearing things. Why is he asking you—

“If you don't like them, then we can administer some heavy suppressants, sedate them so you can leave and then you need to go to the nearest police station and file a restraining order.” It's extreme but there are cases where despite being a fated pair, one of the partners doesn't feel safe with them so this is the only way to prevent assault.

“W-Wait. I don't want to do that. I…I like them.” You confess, hoping they can't hear you from the other room.

“Both of them?” Dr. Javadi wants to make sure.

“Yes…” You feel your cheeks warm just admitting it.

“Then I highly suggest you mate with them soon or you will risk another withdrawal.” He prescribes some basic preventative medications typically given to omegas for their first heat, like birth control, muscle relaxants for the knot and a specialty mouthwash, to prevent infection from the bite. “Put the mask on her.”

The nurse does just that and then Dr. Javadi walks up to the window, opening it.

“I need you two to consent to us giving you a strong suppressant dose or you will induce her heat the moment you're in the same space as her again. I'm sure you'd prefer to mate in the privacy of your own home so please consent. We'll talk more once you both have been given the shot.” Dr. Javadi hands them a form through the window before shutting it.

The nurse explains to them everything they need to know about the prescription strength suppressant and how it will help you if they take it.

For the first time in Pope's life, he actually agrees to taking a suppressant. Jack signs it right away and the nurse administers the series of shots. Pope clenches his fists because he doesn't like how dull it makes him feel once they've set in and their pheromone levels have become nonexistent.

Thankfully, everything warms up once they're back in the same room as you.

“Long story short, it seems like the beta markers are a biological deterrent.” Dr. Javadi explains to you all. “It's the opposite of an omega having all omega markers. You have all beta markers as an omega because your body did not want you to accidentally mate with the wrong alpha, so your omega traits only activated because you met your fated pair. It must have something to do with the fact that you have two mates, instead of one. Your body needed to lay dormant until you met them both.”

“That's…” You're actually speechless.

So are Jack and Pope. Because this means…

“This is always a very awkward situation but congratulations, you've met your alphas!” Dr. Javadi applauds. “And you all are free to go. Be sure to pick up your prescriptions on the way out. I suggest leaving quickly, before the suppressants wear off. It varies from person to person but I have an inkling that since you have two partners…it'll happen sooner than later.”

You all leave then. You're completely stunned the entire way to the car. None of you have said a word to each other.

Probably because you all spent the last week reeling over the fact that this relationship would end eventually. But now it isn't.

It's actually going to last forever.

The relief of it all does not hit you until you're in Jack's house. You drop into your nest of blankets and clothes, and the tears just burst out. They both come up to you, sitting down on either side of you.

“Let it out.” Pope tells you, kissing the side of your head. “It's a lot.”

Jack takes your hand in his, holding it against his chest, letting you feel his steady heartbeat. You cry until you've fully let go of the thought that one day, they'd leave you for their omega.

They won't ever do that.

Because you are their omega.

You've been waiting for them your entire life, your body hiding behind your beta markers until you met them. Saving yourself for the men you were meant to be with.

At least now, everything makes sense. You were nesting, like omegas do. That first night together must've been like a psuedo-heat. You healed much quicker than anticipated. You couldn't be away from them for too long or you got really sick.

It all clicks in Jack's head too. Why he was so ill when he went to work. Why he couldn't get you off his mind. Why he was completely enamored with you.

For Pope, he knew the whole time you had to be his. There was no way he would feel anything for anyone that wasn't his mate. He doesn't usually feel anything at all so the fact that he cared about you was enough of a sign for him. He just needed the proof and he got that today.

It nearly killed you but now, they know you're their omega.

“You must be tired.” Jack lays his hand on your forehead. “You went from work straight to the hospital to do tests.”

You are tired. But you don't want to be away from them for even a second.

“Will you both lay down with me?” You're nervous asking.

Pope doesn't answer you and just lifts you into his arms, gesturing for Jack to get up. Jack does and they take you to his bedroom, settling you down in the middle between them. You lay on your back, shifting your head back and forth to look at them.

Your mates. Your alphas.

They're all yours.

“Is this okay?” You know it is but you're still anxious about it. Plus, it's probably good to talk now before your heat comes back in full force.

“I've been waiting my whole life for you.” Pope says, his hand skating up and down the length of your arm, his touch both electric and soothing at the same time. “Of course it's okay.”

Jack leans his head against your shoulder, finally giving into the desires he has wanted. Like getting to love you. “You're ours. It's more than okay.”

“I get to bite her and knot her first.” Pope claims that right away. “Since you got her virginity.”

“Fine.” Jack will concede since Pope's quick thinking earlier definitely saved your life. He looks back at you. “You should take the muscle relaxants and the birth control now, so they have time to kick in while you nap.”

You bite your lip, not knowing if you should say this out loud but you decide that you aren't holding back anymore so you tell them, “what if I don't take the birth control?”

Jack's grip on your hand gets tighter. Pope grabs a hold of your arm, squeezing. You feel flush from their reactions.

So primal and possessive.

“Are you sure you want that?” Jack feels like his rut would start right now if you said you wanted him to fuck you until you were pregnant.

“I want you both.” You look at them, smiling softly. “And I don't want either of you to hold back anymore.”

You all were holding back before. Every touch was laced with the fear it would end one day.

You're making a vow to give them all of yourself.

“You need to go to sleep before I fuck you right now.” Pope growls in your ear, his cock already hard and throbbing in his pants. The suppressants did not last, it seems.

“Let me get you the muscle relaxants at the very least.” Jack has seen enough painful injuries from knotting that he knows this is an important medication to take ahead of time.

You take them and then close your eyes because you will definitely need some sleep with them planning to keep you up later…

You wake up to your skin on fire and someone's head between your legs. You grip onto his hair with your hand, gasping from how close you are to cumming already. And you just woke up…

It's Pope, gliding his tongue up and down, the warmth and softness of it sending such subtle sparks through you. But it isn't enough. You want him inside of you already.

He wants to be there too but he doesn't want to hurt you when he knots. He wants to make sure you only feel pleasure when he fucks you.

“Are you fucking serious, Pope?” Jack comes back with a glass of water, staring in shock at the sight of his brother lapping up the orgasm you had the moment you realized Jack is there too.

“She really likes it when you watch.” Pope hums against your clit and you squirm, feeling all shy.

“You woke her up.” Jack sits down next to you, lifting the glass of water to your lips. “Drink.”

You nod, letting him gently pour it in your mouth. It dribbles off the side of your lips and Jack doesn't stop himself from leaning in and licking it up. And you don't stop yourself from pulling him in for a kiss.

The smell radiating off of you is clouding his judgment. You smell so sweet and he just wants to eat you up. That's probably why Pope couldn't wait. Jack is barely holding on as is and he's used to being suppressed. It's impressive that Pope didn't start fucking you in your sleep.

“You both smell incredible.” You take a deep breath, reveling in the scents that linger in the air around you. “Is this real?”

“I still can't believe it.” If Pope truly gets to touch you every day from now on, he must be in heaven.

“It's real.” Jack says with such certainty.

Dr. Javadi showed them the results. You are only an omega in their presence and only when they're emanating their pheromones for you to consume. You would've lived your whole life as a beta had you not met them.

You can't imagine a life without them now.

“Do you both want this? Want…me?” Obviously, you can't control your biology but they could, theoretically, opt out before mating with you. It would break your heart but you wouldn't want them to force themselves to stay with you if they don't want to.

“How can you ask me that when your pussy is on my face right now?” Pope growls and you can feel the rumbling against your sensitive skin.

“I just want to make sure—” You grip onto Pope's hair the moment he dives back in, his tongue answering you for him. Your hips buck when your orgasm washes over you all of a sudden, his lips all wet and glistening from it. “Oh my god…”

“I'm going to rinse my mouth now.” Pope sends Jack a look when he gets up. “Don't touch her pussy. It's mine.”

“For now.” Jack says back, smiling. “But I'm taking her the moment you finish.”

Pope hopes he gets to fuck you for a long time before that then. He leaves to gargle the prescription mouthwash Dr. Javadi prescribed.

Meanwhile, you turn to Jack and tell him, “will you finally let me put you in my mouth?”

Jack has been apprehensive about it all week because he didn't want another thing to obsess over you about. But now, he can actually fully enjoy it, knowing that you're his omega.

“You really want to be sucking me off while my brother knots you?”

You nod profusely. “Please.”

Jack sits up against his headboard after he kicks off his pants, letting you see how hard his cock is. You're already drooling. You settle between his legs, dragging your tongue along the length of him like he's the best thing you've ever tasted. He might be, though you'll have to learn to treat him and Pope equally. You don't want either of them to fight because you're giving them more special treatment than the other.

Jack leans his head back against the wall, groaning when you stuff him all the way down your throat. He could feel the base of his cock wanting to swell already. But it won't until he's inside your pussy.

Like Pope will be soon.

He comes back to you sucking his brother off and he should've guessed this would happen. There was no way he was going to be able to fuck you alone. It's just something he'll have to get used to.

Though, the next time Jack is away at work, Pope is going to take his sweet time fucking you. He has to make sure you're going to have his baby.

So, he'll start right now. Pope climbs back into bed and you feel the mattress sink behind you. The anticipation is killing you, your pussy throbbing, begging to be filled. Pope loves the way your body shakes when he rubs the tip of his cock up and down your pussy.

You pull yourself off of Jack's cock to beg, “please, Andrew. Stop teasing me.”

“I want to hear you say it.” He lines himself up, waiting.

“I want you inside of me.” You tell him desperately. “I want your knot and I want you to make me yours, Andrew.”

“Then put my brother's cock back in your mouth and try not to gag.” Pope snaps at you and you listen right away, sinking your mouth back down on Jack.

The moment you feel Pope's cock slide into you from behind, you cum so hard, moaning on Jack's cock, pushing more of him down your throat. Pope closes his eyes when he hilts, needing to etch this feeling into his mind permanently. He feels himself wanting to swell up already but he needs to bite you first and make you his.

“Be careful.” Jack warns Pope, putting his hand on the back of your neck, presenting it to him. “Base of her neck, you pick a side.”

“I'll take the right side, since I knew I was right about her being an omega.” Pope leans down, kissing the right side of your neck.

You nearly cum from feeling his warm breath there. You need him to bite you now.

When his teeth pierce the nape of your neck, you pull off of Jack so you can scream his name, “Andrew!”

That's all it takes for his knot to swell inside of you. You moan at the feeling of it filling you up, the pressure building in intensity. It only gets better when he starts to move, pushing his knot back and forth inside of you.

You cling onto Jack, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, burying your head in his neck. You start kissing up the column of his throat until you reach his lips. Jack looks at you like you're the most beautiful person in the world before he leans in to kiss you.

Pope lifts off of your neck, dragging his tongue along his bite mark before focusing all his attention to filling your pussy up with his cum. He grabs a hold of your hips and without warning, he pops his knot out of you, only to shove it right back in immediately after. You gasp against Jack's lips as your orgasm shoots through you and you can't stop cumming. Because Pope won't stop.

He purposefully pushes his knot in and out of your pussy until you're squirting with every thrust. Every time his knot shoves back inside of you, the feeling of being so full makes you burst, your orgasms getting more and more intense.

You can't focus on kissing Jack anymore when Pope starts pounding into you, picking up speed, digging his nails into your hips so he can fuck you as hard as he wants to. You're screaming the word please over and over again.

“Please what?” Pope smacks your ass, the sudden strike sending shockwaves through you, tipping you over the edge into another orgasm.

“Please cum inside of me.” You plead, wanting to feel that addictive warmth. “Please, I need it. I want to have your baby. Both of yours.”

It's your life's purpose, after all. You want them to breed you. You never want to feel empty again.

You need them inside of you every single day, filling you to the brim with their cum until there's no way you aren't pregnant.

Pope's thrusts grow erratic until you feel him spill inside of you, pumping every ounce of cum he's been saving just for you. His omega. The sound of his knot popping in and out of you drowns you in pleasure.

You clench so hard around his cock when his hand slips between your legs and starts rubbing your clit. You explode, squirting all over his hand as his fingertips bully your swollen clit while he keeps fucking you. He's still cumming. You're still cumming.

It feels endless…

By the time his knot finally subsides, the sheets beneath you are drenched. Pope pulls out of you but then clamps his hand over your pussy, not wanting any of his cum to drip out.

“Go sit on Jack's cock so you can keep my cum buried inside of you.” He demands.

You nod, going to straddle Jack's lap but he shakes his head, turning you around so your back is against his chest instead. You sink down onto his cock, arching your back against him. He pulls your shirt off of you, so that he can cup your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers exactly the way you like. Then, he leans in, kissing along your shoulder blade until he's right at the nape of your neck. He sees where Pope bit you.

“I'll get you the mouthwash.” Pope gets up and bring back an empty cup and the prescription. Jack gurgles it and then spits into the cup, handing it back to Pope. “You're welcome.”

“I ain't thanking you. You should help me make sure she doesn't get an infection.” Jack presses a kiss on the left side of your neck, where he's going to sink his teeth in. “We'll take good care of you, our beautiful omega.”

You bite back a bashful giggle at how sweet his words are. “Thank you, my lovely alphas.”

You shift your head back so that Jack can kiss you. He loves the way you smile against his lips.

When he pulls away, he whispers to you, “I love you.”

Your heart soars in your chest. “What?”

Jack chuckles, brushing his nose against yours. “I said I love you. You don't have to say it back. I know you will feel the same way eventually. I just didn't want to wait.”

“I love you too.” You tell him without any fear left. You really do. “Make me yours, Jack.”

You turn your head when Pope climbs back onto the bed, having heard everything. “Do you love me?”

You nod. “I love you too, Andrew.”

“You better fucking bite her, Jack.” Pope settles in front of you, grabbing a hold of your face to look at you directly. “Or I'm going to keep her for myself.”

You smile at him and he loves that he can feel you smile against the palms of his hands. Pope has never been this happy before. Is this how it was always supposed to be? When he finally found his mate?

Maybe he should thank Smurf for making him come all the way out here. How else would he have met you?

Jack brushes his fingers along where Pope bit you and you wriggle on his lap when he trails around the edges of the mark. He has seen many of these before at work, mostly ones that got infected because of carelessness. Yours looks…perfect, marking your skin exactly as it should, healing well already. He can't wait to make his mark.

“Are you comfortable?” Jack asks as he reaches between your legs with his other hand, grazing your clit, making you shiver all over. “Because we're going to be here a while.”

“I'm comfortable.” You glance down at his prosthetic. “Are you? Do you want to take that off?”

“I'm fine.” Actually, Jack is more than fine. He's great because you're so caring and considerate.

It's going to make it harder for him to control himself. The suppressant is definitely wearing thin. His teeth are aching to sink into you like his cock has inside of you.

“Quit stalling.” Pope glares at Jack. “I want another round after this.”

He likes how your eyes widen at that.

“Did you think I was done with you?” He smirks, leaning in to kiss you, saying against your lips, “we're going to fuck until you need us to carry you everywhere.”

Jack groans against your ear at the way you're tightening up around him at Pope's words. He's staring at your neck. He can't control himself for much longer.

“I'm sorry for what I'm about to do.” Jack whispers to you. “I can't hold back anymore.”

Then, he bites down on your neck, pulling a gasp from your lips as his cock swells inside of you, the knot forming. Since you're on top of him, you feel it more prominently than you did before with Pope. It's like you're being spread apart.

“Eyes on me.” Pope instructs, having you focus on him.

He starts peppering you with lovely little kisses all over your face. It helps distract you from the pain of Jack's teeth embedding into the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Now, start grinding your hips.” Pope grabs your hips, helping you do the motion, and you can't describe how good it feels. It's like Jack's knot is rubbing up against your clit from the inside with every roll of your hips. You stare back at Pope with those glazed over eyes and he smiles. “There you go, riding his cock beautifully. You're doing great.”

All his praises satisfy something primal inside of you. You have a deep desire to be good for them.

So, you keep moving your hips, grinding on Jack's knot until you feel his hands slip up to your chest, cupping your breasts. You bite back a whimper when his thumbs start rolling small circles over your hard nipples, getting you way too close to cumming. But you want to hold it in for a little longer. You want to feel him cum inside of you first. You want to share that pleasure.

But then Jack lifts off of your neck to drag his tongue along the bite he just made, and the sparks it sends through you ripples into an unbelievable orgasm. Every breath you take is getting heavier and your skin is heating up all over. You can feel your slick pooling between your legs, more than ever.

What's going on—

“Fuck.” Jack lays his head against your shoulder, growling, the sound vibrating against your skin. “You smell so good. You feel so good. I didn't think it would be like this. I can't think straight.”

Jack's vision has completely fogged over. It's like all he can see is red. All he can think about is fucking you until you're full of him.

It's hitting Pope too. He thought you had already mated with him. He thought he was cooling down after a blissful moment together. But you hadn't actually mated with him, not truly. Your body needed both of them to mark you before the claim was made.

And now that you're theirs, you're sending out the one signal neither of them can ignore.

An undeniable, biological need to be bred.

It's clouding every part of your mind. You only want to be used by your alphas. That's all that matters to you in this moment.

That's why when Jack grabs your hips and pops his knot out of you before forcing it back inside of you, you don't scream. You just grab Pope and crash your lips against his, needing to taste him. He eagerly slips his tongue into your mouth as Jack starts thrusting upwards, finding a rhythm where his knot is catching inside of you for a second before he pulls it past your entrance again. The sensation of his knot pounding into you over and over has you clawing at Pope, your nails clinging to his shoulder blades for leverage.

He wants to fuck you hard enough for you to draw blood when it's his turn. He'll bask in the marks you leave behind on him.

Tears are building up in the corners of your eyes because of how intense everything feels. You're going to burst if Jack keeps driving his knot into you like this.

You pull away from Pope's lips so you can bury your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his comforting scent, mumbling like a broken record, “I'm going to cum, oh god, I'm going to—”

“There's no god here.” Pope snarls at you. “You say our names when you cum. Got it?”

You do exactly that when you feel Jack pumping everything he has wanted to release inside of you, drowning you in the warmth you'll surely never want to be without. You can never be empty again. You have to have this feeling every day from now on. Every second of every day if you could.

Pope watches the way you drench the sheets, squirting all over Jack's knot. He's compelled to reach forward, dragging his fingertips in small circles over your throbbing clit. You scream his name when he does, coating his hand in more of your slick as you cum harder and harder. That sends Jack into a frenzy.

He was expecting his knot to go away, like it had for Pope. But it isn't dying down at all. If anything…

“Are you getting bigger?” You dig your nails harder into Pope. “He's getting—it’s too—”

“You can take it.” Pope keeps rubbing your clit, helping you adjust to Jack swelling more inside of you. “You will take it because one day you'll have to take us both.”

You can't believe how much the thought of having both of their knots buried in your pussy sends you reeling over the edge.

“Would you like that?” Jack nips at your ear, his hot breath making you more feverish than before. “Feeling both of our knots locked inside of you, forcing you to keep all of our cum buried right here.”

He presses his hand into your lower stomach, right where your womb must be. Right where they'd fill you up.

“You'd like being trapped in our hold. Our beautiful omega, at the mercy of her alphas.” His voice is intoxicating. You feel drunk hearing these words echoing in your mind. “You'd want us to ruin this little hole of yours, wouldn't you? Make it so that you could never be satisfied with anything else ever again.”

“Yes.” You want that right now. “Please, fuck me. Both of you. I can take it. I want to take it.”

The brothers share that look, the one that they're discovering really does sync them up. Because they're thinking the same thing.

How are they supposed to say no to that?

“You sit, I'll stand.” Pope climbs off the bed, gesturing to the edge.

Jack lifts you off of him, which pulls a whine out of you. “Don't worry, you'll be nice and full again soon. Give her another dose of those muscle relaxants.”

Pope comes back with those pills, asking, “can she take more than prescribed?”

“I'm a doctor. I can prescribe it.” Jack is well aware of the dose you can handle. You'll definitely need it for what they're about to do.

You take them, trusting him. “I know neither of you will hurt me.”

Pope walks up to you, grabbing you by your chin to lift your face to his, brushing his thumb across your lip, “even if it hurts, I'll make sure it feels good too.”

Your heart is pounding louder in your chest now. There's so much lust in his eyes. It's consuming you with need. You love the contrast between Pope and Jack, how their personalities overlap.

“Do you want to face me or him?” Jack asks you when he's sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Don't make her choose.” Pope glares at him, mostly because he'd hate to hear you pick Jack…

“What would be easiest for what we're doing?” You're going to jump Jack soon if they don't figure this out quickly. You're dripping between your legs, unable to handle all the stalling.

It seems like they love to stall though, knowing how needy it makes you. They can smell it in the air. Your body is sending out those desperate pheromones, begging for them to fill you back up. You're clenching around nothing and you're trying to hold back whining about it.

“Straddling me will be easier.” Jack says because it's true. But also because his cock is throbbing so much and if he isn't buried inside of you soon, he'll have to grab you and put you there himself.

You hold onto his shoulders the moment you're on his lap and it takes all the willpower you have left not to sink right onto his cock. But Pope grabs your hips, keeping you in place so he can get into the right position.

Then, he leans in and whispers in your ear, his tone too erotic for your feverish mind, “are you ready to take your alphas?”

“Yes.” You're rewarded for your honesty with both of them thrusting into you at once.

You gasp because just the tips of their cocks together feels like a knot in and of itself. Like a huge knot about to split you open. Then they start moving and you could die from how intense the pressure is inside of you, spreading you apart in ways you've never felt before.

To think, you were just a virgin a week ago…

Now you're taking two cocks at once.

“I'm sorry.” You tell Jack when you unconsciously dig your nails into his shoulders, breathing heavy against his neck. “It's hard to hold myself up.”

They're barely halfway inside of you. How are you supposed to take them all the way? With their knots too? Maybe this was too ambitious—

Pope thrusts the entirety of his cock inside of you all of a sudden, knot included. You can't process how quickly you cum, the sudden forcefulness causing you to squirt all over Jack's lap. That gives him the slick to slide more of himself into you, groaning at how you're squeezing around both of them from how hard you just came.

Pope pops his knot out of you then says to Jack, “your turn.”

“Wait—!” You can't stop Jack from grabbing your hips and forcing you down onto his lap, pushing his knot inside of you this time. You cum again, embarrassed at how much liquid is pooling between your legs.

You cling onto him, on the verge of tears from the pain melting into pleasure. Jack sees your exposed neck and it's like all the reasoning has left his mind.

He bites into your neck, right where he had earlier, reveling in how you scream his name. “Jack!”

That gives Pope the opportunity to lean in and do the same, biting your neck exactly where he has earlier, right as he thrusts his knot inside of you completely.

“Andrew!” You can't believe how full you feel right now. They're both inside of you. And they're both moving. “W-Wait—!”

No, they aren't just moving. They're fucking your pussy, their knots thrusting in and out of you in an almost too perfect rhythm. Like they're in sync. They know exactly where to grind, what angle to do it at, whose knot slides in before the other so that you're cumming nonstop, giving them that tight squeeze they love around their cocks.

They still have their teeth sunk into your neck…

You can't shake either of them off of you. You're locked between them. Pope has his hands around your waist, pressing down at your lower stomach, massaging your womb, prepping you to take their release. Jack has his hands gripping your hips tightly, controlling the pace, paying attention to the raspy breaths you're letting out against his ear to signal exactly how him and Pope need to move to get you to cum over and over again.

“I can't—” You can't handle it.

They're fucking you faster now, rougher, slamming you down onto Jack's lap as Pope drives his cock into you from behind. Their knots are holding your hostage. You can't wriggle away. You can't stop the pleasure that's being dragged out of you with each overwhelming thrust. You can't run from how hard they're forcing you to cum on their cocks.

You're seeing red, pure red, filling your vision. You're being eaten alive by their need to breed you.

Jack lifts off of your neck then then growls in your ear, “you can take us. Be a good girl, cum a lot and get pregnant for us.”

Pope releases his bite to whisper into your other ear, with the same resonance as Jack, “give into it. This is what you were made for. To be fucked by us. To have our babies. To be all ours, in every way.”

Give in. You need to give in. You need to let them take you the way you were meant to be taken. You were made for this.

You were made for them.

For your alphas to use your body to relieve their desire to mate. They won't stop until they're sure you're pregnant. They'd know when you are.

And since you aren't yet, you need to let them fuck you until you are.

You slip your hand between your legs, pinching your swollen clit, drawing out another intense orgasm that makes your alphas almost cum from how tight your pussy clenched around them. You keep playing with your clit with one hand then you grab a hold of Jack's hair with the other so you can pull him forward to crush your lips against his, sliding your tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss. You cum when he groans against your lips from how good it feels to kiss you while he's fucking you like this. You love that sound.

You love how wicked Pope's words get when he's jealous. “Get the fuck off my brother.”

He yanks you off Jack by your hair and then crashes his lips against yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moan against his lips and you bathe in pure bliss when he groans just like Jack when you squeeze around his cock. You're rolling your hips now, practically bouncing on their cocks, eager and willing.

Jack leans forward, his hands arching your back so that he can take your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around each one, playing with them between his teeth. It sends shockwaves through you, your hand still laced in his hair, keeping him against your chest so he doesn't stop.

Pope pulls off of your lips to ask, “do you like being ours? Do you like being fucked like this?”

“I love it.” You say back, your soft, breathy tone causing both of their cocks swell even more than before. “I love you both.”

Hearing you say that, knowing you mean it with all of your heart, is all it takes for them to ram their cocks as deep inside of you as they can before you're flooded with their release. It's like a dam has broken.

Neither of them has ever cum that much in their lives. And it won't end. Pope has to grip your hips hard enough so he can keep pounding his cock into you because he can't stop cumming.

“Back up.” Jack tells Pope, who listens because he knows what Jack is about to do.

You don't, though. That's why you scream when Jack stands up all of a sudden, shoving his cock deeper inside of you simply from the gravity shift. You're grabbing onto him with all of your might, afraid to fall, but you couldn't drop even if you wanted to. Pope is keeping you held up by your hips and Jack has his arms hooked around your thighs.

You're sandwiched between them, getting fucked at an angle you never thought was possible. And somehow, they're still cumming inside of you. The wet sounds of their cum leaking out of you every time their knots pop out of you has you in a frenzy.

You don't want it to leak out. You want all of their cum. You can't waste a bit of it. You need to get pregnant.

“It's spilling out. Please don't let it spill out.” You whimper, drawing out a protective growl from them both. They don't want you to worry ever.

So, they both push their knots inside of you and they keep them there, pumping their cum into you like that. You feel so full, it's incredible. Their knots create the perfect seal, trapping every bit of their release inside of you.

They hold you steady as you cum harder and harder, your release drenching the floor beneath them. It's like every time you feel the warmth of their cum inside of you, your body can't help but squirt in response.

“You're so perfect.” Pope nuzzles his nose against his mark on your neck before kissing it. “Milking our cocks so well.”

Jack leans in to kiss his mark on your neck before telling you with a big smile on his face, “how did we get so lucky to find such a beautiful omega to make ours?”

You wish you could enjoy their praise. But you're still cumming all over them. And it makes them both so happy.

“How long is that going to last?” Pope asks Jack, seeing that he probably has more knowledge of how mating goes.

“She's going to cum every time her body reminds her that our cum is inside of her. It's going to be a while.” Jack knows you won't snap out of it until your body is completely satisfied.

“She'll need a lot of water.” Pope is certain you're going to be dehydrated if you keep squirting on their cocks like this.

“I got an IV I can set up.” Jack looks you in your dazed eyes, his smile so lovely. “Are you still with us?”

You nod but you can't really talk. The pleasure is overwhelming all of your senses. You've never felt this good before in your life. You feel so fulfilled, like you did what you were meant for.

You really are in heaven.

You're still cumming by the time their knots have subsided and they can pull out of you easily. Pope lays you down on the bed, keeping you company while Jack gets everything set up for the aftercare. He likes that glazed over look on your face, turning you to look at him laying by your side.

“Do you need some more help?” His hand slips between your legs.

You cry out when you feel his fingers rubbing your overstimulated clit, squirting hard enough to push some of their cum out of you. You tear up a little at the loss but Pope leans in, kissing your cheek.

“You got plenty.” His other hand goes to rub your soft belly. “Now it's time to relax.”

He keeps gently rubbing your clit, drawing out as many orgasms as it takes for you to regain your sentience. You finally do when Jack is back, looking up at the IV he has set up.

“Is that for me?” You didn't know he had one.

Jack nods. “You won't feel it now but you will eventually so we'll push some preemptive treatment so that you aren't too sore later. Let's get you cleaned up first.”

You definitely cannot move your legs so Pope picks you up and takes you to the bathroom. This time, they both help you shower then Pope takes you out to help dry you off so that Jack can wash up and then they trade. Jack has you wait in the bathroom while he changes the bedsheets and makes his bed as comfortable as can be.

But when he carries you back out to the bedroom, you ask, “can you take me to my spot?”

He can't say no to you. If you're comfortable there, then he'll drag the IV out there for you.

You give him a big kiss before he sets you down in your spot. Jack lifts the blanket to help settle you in comfortably and notices his clothes, mixed with some of the clothes he let Pope borrow, hidden underneath. He should've seen all the signs that you were an omega, with the way you were nesting here. It seems like he might have to invest in putting a bed out here if this is the spot you've chosen.

Pope is back by the time Jack has you all set up with the IV. He yawns because he has gotten used to sleeping, since he feels so comfortable at your side. That's why he plops right down next to you, pulling you in towards him to spoon you. You giggle at how he peppers the back of your neck with kisses. He loves hearing you laugh. He also loves seeing his mark on you.

“You should probably eat.” Jack should be responsible and go get some food.

But you put your hand up, wanting him to lay down next to you too, and he can't resist, letting you pull him down beside you.

“I want to enjoy sleeping with my alphas.” You rest your face against Jack's chest, breathing in his comforting scent. “Now that I'm all yours.”

“Fine.” He really can't say no to you. That'll surely become an issue in the future but he'll deal with that then.

Right now, Jack just wants to cuddle you, taking your hands in his and holding them to his chest. Pope is already snuggling you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You can feel his smile against your skin.

You are unbelievably happy right now.

Because you've found your mates.

A/N: Someone needs to stop me. How did I write over 20k+ words for this concept! I guess the heart wants what the heart wants…and I really wanted to get knotted by my favorite set of twins ♡ hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!

I really can't get enough of Pope and Jack as twins. I feel like I could write so many iterations of them so…expect more in the future! See you next time ❁

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