Chapter 13 #2
My balls tightened, the feel of her too damn good. I pulled back just as she took a breath and wiped the drool from her chin.
Kenai let out a groan, and with my hand still in her hair, I pulled Sylvie up onto her knees as she released his knot. I could smell him on her—sharp and musky—and as I pushed her back down onto the bed, fuck if that wasn’t the most sinful combination imaginable.
The creamy expanse of her thighs was a beautiful sight.
I pressed them wider until her beautiful cunt was on display for me.
She was leaking Kenai’s cum, and I leaned in close to savor the mixture of their scents.
She let out a moan that was the perfect blend of embarrassment and desire, and I watched her clench on nothing as I dragged my nose over her clit.
“This greedy little pussy is ready for another knot, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Taimyr, please…”
“What did I say about patience, Sylvie?” I ran my tongue along the length of her, and the amalgamation of her and Kenai’s taste was perfection. His natural musk combined with her mild sweetness into something I knew I’d never get enough of.
Her back arched as I squeezed her thighs, devouring her. I plunged my tongue deep into her heat, determined to drink every drop of the elixir they’d made for me, my nose buried against her clit.
“Fuck, now I’m the one who’s jealous.” Kenai slid behind Sylvie, wrapping his arms around her waist as he nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply. “Isn’t she perfect, my mate?”
“Kenai…” That embarrassment was creeping into her voice again as she nuzzled back against him.
“Yes, our perfect, needy omega.”
Kenai tweaked Sylvie’s nipples until she was writhing so hard I had to pin her hips down with my forearm, my tongue still buried in her.
I circled higher, teasing the swollen bud of her clit as I pressed two fingers into her molten core. She let out a low sound I hadn’t heard before.
“You like that, don’t—”
She grabbed my antlers and shoved me back down, bucking her hips with demanding urgency. Guess she was tired of my dirty talk.
“You always get chatty in the bedroom,” Kenai teased. “Our omega doesn’t have the patience for that, it seems.”
I focused on her, curling my fingers until she made that sound again, pushing my tongue into a firm point until her legs thrashed. As she came, my hand and face were soaked in her slick, and it was absolutely divine. But she was still writhing.
“More, Taimyr, please.”
Another day I’d make her beg for it—tease her until she was mad with wanting—but that would be cruel to an omega in heat. Just another thing to look forward to.
I shifted between her thighs and slid into her easily, like we’d done this a thousand times before. She arched her back, pressing against me and welcoming me home all at once.
“Taimyr…” My name on her lips sent a shiver down my spine, but I heard the shyness in it—the question. I leaned down so my long hair framed her face, and for just a moment it was only us.
“I’ve got you, Sylvie. You’re perfect.”
She was flushed from the heat, but a smile graced her lips that I knew was for me—and me alone.
“Kiss me, alpha?”
“Anything for my omega.” I leaned down and she met me halfway, tasting like honey wine and cinnamon. My hips snapped into her as she moaned into the kiss, and I swallowed every single sound. Who said she was the only one who got to be greedy?
“Fuck, I’m hard again,” Kenai groaned. “I guess maybe I did get jealous watching Taimyr use your pretty mouth like that.”
I pushed Sylvie back until her head hung off the edge of the bed. I gripped her hand in mine, and our good girl opened her mouth immediately. Kenai hissed as he slid between her lips, his hand gently wrapping around her throat to keep her steady as I thrust into her.
It was easy to synchronize our movements, the bond between us working to Sylvie’s advantage. We pushed her between us, back and forth, until I felt her clench around me and my very swollen knot started to catch.
“I want you to come on our omega’s tits, Kenai.”
“Fuck, that’s torture when I know how good she feels.”
“You’ve had your turn. I want her to look at me when I knot her.”
At that, Kenai grinned. He pulled out of Sylvie, pumping his cock rapidly until he groaned, and hot, white ropes shot across Sylvie’s chest, sparkling almost like snowdrops.
“Sylvie, eyes on me.”
Her dark eyes snapped to mine, and my world narrowed to that single point of connection. Through Kenai’s bond, I’d been feeling echoes of her for hours—but this was different.
The magic didn’t creep or build slowly. It struck like lightning.
One heartbeat I was a shifter with one mate, and the next, a man blessed with two.
The bond struck with a clear, crystalline note that rang through my chest like shattered glass.
On my neck, ice bloomed in fractal patterns, spreading from the base of my skull in spirals.
It wasn’t the gentle snowflake that marked Kenai’s bond, but something sharper—beautiful and dangerous.
I felt her gasp as the matching mark froze itself into her skin, and for the first time, I didn’t need Kenai’s bond to know what she was feeling—her surprise, then her surrender to the trust she had just gifted me.
She was feeling what I’d known from the start: that beyond the biological pull, beyond the heat and need, I simply enjoyed her.
Her laugh, her sarcasm that mirrored my own.
We had much to learn about each other, but there was nothing I didn’t want to know.
“There you are,” I breathed against her lips, and through our new bond I felt her truth—that she hadn’t given up on love but had been waiting for the right man—or pair of men. Ones who weren’t afraid of the woman she was.
I smirked against her mouth and kissed her deeply, working my knot into her. “You’re mine now, Sylvie, and I’m never letting go.”
She took all of me, locking me into place as our orgasms merged, her body trembling as she wrapped her arms around me, holding me close. “My Taimyr, my alpha.” She ran her tongue along my neck and nipped at my jaw.
I looked up to see Kenai grinning as he wrapped himself around Sylvie’s back, her smaller body carefully pinned between us.
He looped his arm around my waist, pulling us as close as we could get.
He kissed Sylvie’s forehead as she lay dazed between us, blissed out on my knot. Then he leaned over her and kissed me.
“See? You couldn’t resist her any more than I could,” he said with a cheeky grin.
“Never said I wanted to.” I gently stroked Sylvie’s hair, and she curled into my chest. “I’m not the one who spent hours rehearsing how to approach her about hiring her.” I pressed a kiss to the crown of Sylvie’s head, feeling her tired amusement through the bond.
“I did not. Besides, engaging with humans is difficult at the best of times.”
“You practiced on me. Six times. I can still recite the entire opening,” I teased with a smirk.
Kenai huffed, but his fingers traced soft circles where they rested on my hip. “At least I didn’t get my antlers tangled in the sauna door trying to get to her.”
“That door has always been too small.”
“The door you’ve walked through daily for two years?”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
I leaned over our thoroughly exhausted omega to kiss him properly, feeling his smile against my lips.
Kenai groaned softly, settling more firmly against Sylvie’s back. Between us, she made a small, contented sound, her consciousness floating in that liminal space between sleep and waking. Through our bonds, her emotions radiated pure satisfaction—held, wanted, safe.
“We’re keeping her,” I declared unnecessarily.
“Obviously,” Kenai agreed. “Though technically, I think she’s keeping us.”