41. Sabs
FORTY-ONE
Sabs
“Sabs?” Orin calls from inside the nest. “Food’s ready!”
After lazing around in the bath, kissing each other’s bond marks and letting the bath do its magic to fully relax our muscles, the water turns tepid, and Luca’s knots deflates.
“Let’s get you something to eat.”
Despite the circles under his eyes, I can feel that Luca’s anything but tired. In fact, our bonding seems to have given him an extra burst of energy.
“But I already feel empty!”
“Eat first, knots later.” His voice is firm as he helps me out and wraps me up in a gigantic towel. “After what we’ve just done, you need fuel.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a towel so large; he cocoons it around me until it reaches from my shoulders to the floor, wrapping around me twice over. With a few rubs down my body, I’m dry before he helps me into my Stella House bathrobe.
Back in the nest, the guys have gathered in the corner of the room where we’ve assembled bean bag chairs.
It’s the best spot to watch any action unfolding on the sex swing on the opposite side of the room, which has seen a lot of use lately.
My stomach surprises me by rumbling when I see that the table next to the mini-fridge is covered in snacks.
Adler smirks as soon as he sees us. I’m guessing he can feel that Luca and I bonded through our connection, but from the way Orin and Drax are acting, they’re still oblivious. Clearly, he chose not to spoil the surprise.
“Emergency delivery from the Tea House.” Orin doesn’t look at me as he busies himself with laying out cinnamon buns and a variety of pastries.
Orin has taken off work for my entire heat—the longest time he’s ever taken off, apparently. I’m sure he could have left me for a few hours with the others, but he has refused to leave my side.
“Did you…?” Drax is the first to notice, sniffing the air like an animal that can sense a weather shift coming.
“No fair!” Adler’s jaw drops when he sees the mark on Luca’s neck. “You marked him?”
“You never asked for one,” I remind him in response to his adorable pouting.
Orin’s eyes widen as he takes in the scene. “How do you feel?” He scans us over like a doctor checking a patient. “Do you need to sit down?”
“I feel…” Luca collapses onto a bean bag, arms outstretched with a blissed-out expression. “Fucking incredible, like I’m weightless.”
Unfortunately—or fortunately for me, depending on how you look at it—bonding with Luca seems to have reignited my hunger for cock. I thought my heat was ebbing, but an uncomfortable prickling makes my skin itch, and I’m struggling to stand still.
“Sabs?” Adler is immediately at my side as I wobble. “What…?”
“Woah.” I hold his arm to steady myself. “I thought we were nearing the end of my heat, but my body is demanding…”
Orin rubs his chin. “Bonding with Luca must have had that effect.”
Luca’s face falls. “I’m sorry, I—”
“Don’t you dare apologize.” I point at him, his mouth snapping shut.
I smile at him, admiring the raw indentations on his neck with pride.
“I needed you, and now…” I lick my lips, my attention zoning in on Drax and Orin, the two alphas whose marks I don’t yet wear.
The alphas my inner omega is begging to claim.
I need them more than I’ve ever needed anything.
For the last few days, I’ve been in such a sex-fueled haze, caught between chasing away my discomfort with pleasure and cozy cuddles that I haven’t thought much about our bonding pact, but now it’s all I can think about.
My body seems to sense Drax and Orin’s absence and is pushing me to close the gap between us. Without them, I’ll never feel complete.
An almost magnetic urgency propels me closer to them. Adler and Luca must have some insight into my emotions as they’re both grinning.
“Now is the time to complete our family,” I declare.
Drax gestures at the delicious spread of goodies that Orin’s neatly laid out. “But your croissants—”
“Fuck the croissants.” I pluck the one he’s holding from his hand, dropping it to the floor. “I want you, Drax.” I push my breasts against his chest. His nostrils flare as my perfume spikes, his jaw clenches as his concerns over our abandoned brunch seem to vanish. “Right now.”
He picks me up, carrying me over to the bed, and throws me down with an almost possessed look in his eyes. Adler moves to join us, but Orin plants a hand on his chest.
“This is their moment.” Orin stops him. “They need to do this alone.”
With an aggressive swipe of his giant hands, Drax rips open my gown.
He parts my legs and dives between them, my slick already coating my thighs, always in a permanent state of readiness for him.
Drax seems to have lost control of himself as he laps at my folds, pulling me onto his face, licking with a frantic eagerness.
“He’s going into a rut!” I hear Adler say. “What if he hurts her?”
“He won’t.” Orin sounds sure, so I just enjoy Drax’s unrelenting need for me, relishing in the way his tongue is ravishing me. “We wait here. That’s an order.”
My inner omega rises to the surface as my body begins to act of its own accord.
“Knot,” I whimper, tugging on his dark hair. As good as his tongue feels, I need him to be so buried inside me that I forget my own name. “Please.”
He grunts, slurping up my slick one last time before climbing on top of me. I cry out when he enters me in one brutal thrust, loving the way he’s claiming my body. He pounds inside me hard and fast, putting all of his force behind each vigorous slam of his hips.
“Claim me, alpha,” I plead. “Make me yours.”
He grabs a handful of my hair, using it to twist my head and push the side of my face into the pillows, exposing my neck to him.
My pussy squeezes him tightly as his mouth hovers over my skin.
He pauses, as if coming out of whatever frenzy he’s in.
I see a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.
I didn’t know it was possible for an alpha to come out of a rut-like trance so fast, but Drax pauses.
“What do I…?” He looks lost, but I’m getting impatient, bucking my hips upward, craving the release that he’s been edging.
“Bite her, Drax.” Orin’s calm voice comes from the other side of the room. “Follow your instincts.”
Seemingly injected with newfound confidence, Drax plunges into me deeply, holding himself there.
“It’s always been you, Sabs,” he whispers, quiet enough for only me to hear before his soft stubble tickles my neck, his lips grazing my delicate skin before he bites me.
Everything feels right as soon as his teeth cut into my skin.
I writhe in pleasure—not only from the orgasm consuming me but from the way an invisible force is binding us together. I claw at his muscular back as he thrusts, his swell growing until he grunts and seals us together as he comes.
Memories swim in my mind’s eye, transporting me back in time. Drax’s safe presence streams through my veins, my steady anchor. He gives me the unwavering, unconditional comfort of knowing that he’ll always be there for me, no matter what.
While he shudders, convulsing with rapture as our bond takes form, I bite into his shoulder to stop myself from screaming, leaving my mark on his broad shoulder.
“Sabs…” He blinks, propping himself up on his elbows when we’re both done, quivering and spent. “I love you.”
My lungs expand as the sheer emotional weight of Drax’s feelings hit me, coupled with the additional relief that comes from him feeling finally accepted.
“I love you too, Drax.”
While I don’t exactly have control over how this bond sharing of emotions works, I’ve learned a few things since being tied to Adler.
I know that if I think of something really hard, the other person can feel it more strongly.
So I channel all my energy into my love for Drax.
I want to let him know how fucking perfect he is.
I never want him to feel like he’s not good enough again.
“Forever,” he murmurs before lapping up a trickle of blood that must have fallen from my new mark.
“Forever,” I confirm as his shoulders relax, his weight bearing down on me like a weighted blanket.
And then I smell something else. The intoxicating presence of our pack leader nearing the bed. My arousal spikes once more, a surge of slick re-coating Drax’s cock. As if his alpha instincts detect his leader, Drax’s seal loosens, and he withdraws from me, still hard.
I reach for him. “Drax…”
“You need to complete the pack, Sabs.” Drax speaks with a tenderness that hits me directly in the chest. He must feel the lingering unease I feel over still having one bond outstanding. After planting a soft kiss on my forehead, he bows his head and moves to leave.
“No.” He freezes at Orin’s demanding tone. “She needs you here.” He turns to Adler and Luca, who are both still sitting on bean bags. “All of you.”
“But this is your moment.” Luca’s forehead crinkles in confusion. “We’ve all had ours.”
“You are my pack,” Orin addresses them with a commanding air that makes the hairs on my arms stand on end. They all rise to their feet to join us. “This is not just my moment. This is ours. When I claim our omega, I want us all to be together. She needs you close to her.”
My throat goes dry as Orin drops his pants then moves to the edge of the mattress, his smoky eyes tracking up my thighs and landing on my pussy, licking his lips as he moves with utter confidence.
He looks at Drax then at Adler and Luca, who have abandoned their spots to kneel at the foot of the bed.
They’re keeping a respectful distance, but their scents swirling through the air are so overpowering, I can almost taste them.
Drax shifts to lay at my side, his enormous hand resting on my hip as he inclines his head at Orin in a show of deep respect. I’m encircled by the men I love. The guys who were meant for me.
Chills race down my spine when Orin’s rough hands slide up my delicate skin to my waiting heat. Unlike Drax’s, his fingers are delightfully cool to the touch, offering a welcome reprieve from the fire burning beneath my skin.
“Are you ready, dynamite?” His low voice seems to penetrate through the electric air. “Present for me.”
I roll onto my front to submit to him. I moan as he rubs the head of his cock between my wet folds, then slides inside me with a surprising tenderness, like he wants to make every second of this last. I arch my back, offering myself to him.
“You’re ours, Sabs.” Orin curls a hand around my neck, picking up his pace. The rest of the pack seems to let out a collective groan, sensing how good our pack leader is making me feel through our bonds. “Now and forever.”
My vision blurs as I get lost in the moment, gasping for air when Orin abruptly pulls out. “Wh—”
I turn back to look over my shoulder to demand answers, but I don’t have time to say anything.
I can only watch as he leans down, his mouth grazing the curve of my ass before he sinks his teeth right into my left cheek.
I cry out in shock before letting out a satisfied whimper, my legs trembling.
Before I can collect myself, he’s back on his knees, plundering inside me once more, claiming me in strong, purposeful strokes.
The whole nest swirls before me as I sense Orin’s steady presence filling me.
His bond sears through me with such magnitude that it almost overshadows all my other connections, amplifying tenfold when he knots in place, simultaneously spanking my ass in the exact spot he bit me.
His hand hitting the new wound causes pleasure to radiate through me, making me come even harder.
While I shatter all over him, gripping his knot, I’m vaguely aware of my other guys moving closer.
Their scents mix together to create the perfect combination.
Luca’s is like a morning walk through the woods, his hand stroking down my spine.
Drax, my fresh peachy scent of home, tucks some hair behind my ear.
Adler, my burst of zingy summer, presses his lips to my temple.
“That claim mark is seriously hot,” Adler thumbs Orin’s mark on my ass as Orin stays rooted inside me, his spicy rum scent making a home for all of us.
“I wanted to see my mark every time you present for me.” Orin’s husky voice coaxes an involuntary purr from me that earns me a collective groan of approval.
With Orin still locked inside me, we lie among the soft sheets, the entire pack forming a well-satisfied heap. It’s hard to decipher whose emotions are whose as all the new connections start to take shape. The sheer sense of completeness makes my heart sing. We’re together. All of us.
“I guess that’s it then.” I breathe into the blankets as Orin holds me tight against him, my back curving to fit nicely against his strong body. “We’re officially a pack.”
“You were made for us, dynamite,” Orin murmurs, stroking my arms as there’s a surge of agreement that rattles through my bonded mates.
Any questions over whether we are actually scent matches vanishes.
Bonding with them only confirms how right it feels to be connected to them, like everything in our lives has been leading up to this very moment. “You complete us.”
“We love you, firecracker.” Adler’s blue orbs blaze with intensity. “You were always meant to be our omega.”
“Our scent match,” Luca corrects him.
“Our forever,” Drax adds.
“I love you too.” I can’t stop an enormous smile from spreading over my face. “All of you.”
While the future is a crazy unknown adventure, I know for certain that when we’re together, everything will work out. Me and my new, perfectly imperfect, slightly chaotic pack will get through anything.