Chapter 66
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sixty-six
I’ve never been in an omega’s nest or part of a heat, so I’m not sure what I expected.
A frenzy, maybe. Or at least anxious urgency.
This is different, though.
This is everything .
Adrian has kept the energy soothing and sacred. Even when he spontaneously bit her, I watched him soak in her every move. Reading all her needs and providing for them like a true pack alpha.
I used to feel inadequate at times like these. Now, I’m inspired .
I can do that. Be that.
For her, I think I could be just about anything .
Adrian’s body senses her heat the same way mine did. His knot deflates within a minute, setting off a fresh round of whines from our omega.
Our mate .
I don’t know how or why she chooses me next, but I trust her instincts with every fiber of my being. When she turns her foggy blue eyes in my direction, my face splits into a soft grin.
My bumblebee .
She’s still in there, fighting with everything she has to stay present for this bonding. Our gazes meet, and Bridget tries to lurch upright.
Adrian helps her to her knees. A brazen gush of slick and cum dribbles down her thighs, the heady combination soaking into the nest’s special cushions. Musk and sugar, tart and warm.
The scent of her would draw me anywhere, but the look on Bridget’s face is what has me rushing to gather her into my arms. Scent-marking her everywhere I can—her breasts, her shoulders, her face and neck and hair.
“Hi, beautiful girl,” I whisper, snuggling her close. “Me next?”
She whimpers, her eyes desperate behind laggy blinks. “She can’t remember your name,” Adrian explains, coming up behind her and kissing her nape. “She feels very guilty about it.”
Something inside me flips. A seethe strikes my stomach and sparks scatter, lighting my lungs. A deep purr rattles them.
“That’s okay, Bee,” I murmur. “You don’t have to remember anything right now. Just let me take care of you.”
Balancing on my bent legs, I spread my knees for stability and lift her into my lap. The position reminds me of our limo ride home, and how frantic I was to have her. The crushing fear I felt before the rut took over.
“I was so scared,” I confess into her hair, guiding her hips in a fluid roll. Letting her use my pulsing shaft to rub her clit until she gasps. Groaning at the slippery burst of slick dribbling down my knot and balls, I force myself to focus.
I’ve spent so many years trying to be decisive and commanding. All the things I thought an alpha needed to be… Now, I wonder if maybe this is my role, for her.
Honest. Vulnerable.
She needs to hear this .
“When your true perfume hit at the gala, I was fucking terrified ,” I go on, panting. “I needed it to be you, Bee. Back then. Now. That’s why I brought the guys to you. That’s why I called you every week. I’ve loved you the whole time. It always had to be you.”
Bridget’s haze is so thick, she’s past the point of speaking. That’s alright, though. I see her emotions, glowing in her eyes. Even under her fog, with her pupils expanding every second… she loves me .
I feel it in the way she clings to me. Tears stream over her cheeks, and she turns to the hand cupped around her shoulder, nosing at my fingers. The gesture is so sweet, the bridge of my nose stings.
“Yeah? You want to bite me there?” It’s so Bridget , I can’t help my small smile. “Right where everyone will see it when I throw a pitch, huh?”
She whines shyly, slanting a sideways look at me. God . Our mate might be one of the strongest, smartest women in the world, but her Omega is a sweet, tender-hearted creature. I bury my face into her hair and hug her closer.
“That’s a perfect spot,” I rasp, plucking up her left hand and bringing it to my lips. “Here. We’ll match, okay?”
She loves that idea as much as I do. Her grin is lopsided and goofy, but I don’t think she’s ever looked more gorgeous.
I memorize the expression, catching the exact moment pain starts to pull her expression into a grimace. My purr snags in my chest. “Come here, bumblebee. I’ll give you my knot and sink my teeth into you right now.”
She nods desperately, red hair cascading over her pale perfection. I lift her again, sinking myself all the way inside her on one plunge.
Goddamn it , she feels incredible. Slippery and hot, her muscles cinched and squeezing . I buck into her, circling my knot into the quivering heat. It expands instantly, pressing into all her walls.
Bridget’s eyes slide closed, a small cry tripping up her throat. I brush my lips over hers slowly, reaching between us to stroke my thumb over the top of her swollen nub. Rubbing it until she sobs against my mouth and starts to come.
My bite breaks her skin the same second her orgasm crests. Bridget wails, bouncing on my pounding knot, kneading it. I choke on a snarl, lapping at her skin and spurting deep. Glazing her insides while I suck her fingers.
Our mate takes my hand much more gently, placing her teeth wide across the back. Branding me with one steady press through the thin flesh.
My lungs stammer, oxygen spiraling into an abyss but never touching me. Because the only thing I feel—all that I am —is the loop locking into place between us.
It’s so soft . The papery whisper of pages. A silent sigh while you sink into a steamy bath. Safe and quiet, but also bright .
Sunrise, maybe, or serendipity.
Whatever it is, it’s mine. She’s mine .
And she’s so damn beautiful —deep down inside, here in my arms—I don’t even try to stem the tears that flow from my eyes.
She loves all of us so much. I feel her trying to tell me, but her haze is already overpowering, and getting thicker by the minute.
Funneling reassurance into her, I hum and rub at my claim mark, tending it while she rides me to another trembling finish. “That’s it, beautiful. You use me however you want. I love you so damn much. You can feel it, right?”
Adrian makes himself known with a thump of approval, followed by a sweeping tide of pride. Isn’t she perfect?
A growl of agreement deepens my purr. Bridget whimpers when the rumble vibrates my knot and her pussy. Her little cry draws Dante closer. He’s been watching, dark flames licking higher and hotter in his gaze every minute.
I’m surprised that her soft sound of distress is what finally snaps him into action, but as he approaches, his usual recklessness is nowhere to be found. Instead, he roams his solemn, heated eyes down her back, noting the way she squirms when my knot unlocks us.
Chest heaving, he slowly extends his arms. Meeting my gaze with a solid sort of respect in his, he simply says, “Please.”
Adrian’s surprise echoes my own, bouncing from his side of our bond into mine and back again. His approval climbs, easing some of Bridget’s restlessness—enough to allow me to carefully turn her toward our packmate.
Colt crawls closer, too. Watching with his singular intensity. Dante barely notices, though. He’s too busy beaming at our girl, taking her from my hands like the priceless treasure she is.
Instead of staying on his knees, Dante lowers them both into the pillows, curving a protective arm over her head and using the other to anchor their bodies together. Our omega clasps her thigh over his, fighting to get him into her right away.
The curve of Dante’s lips is warm and adoring. “It’s like that, huh, querida ? Okay, baby. You can have it. You can have as much as you want.”
He bends to whisper to her, but I hear him, because her haze is too thick for her to filter anything out of our tether.
“Love you more than life,” he roughs into her ear. “Take this big alpha cock and use me, corazón .”
They collide. Bridget reaches for his cock and pushes it inside her. Dante hooks his arm under her knee and lifts her leg to show us her slick and our cum, creamed together, seeping from her slit as his dick splits it.
Nerves tingle in my center when they start eating at each other, kissing deeper and faster to match the stroke of his cock. I didn’t think about this before. Witnessing my packmates bonding from the inside.
Adrian senses my anticipation and nudges my arm. “It’s amazing.”
He’s right, of course. When Dante finally chooses his mark, at the top of Bridget’s left breast—somewhere between Adrian’s spot and mine—our mate’s pleasure crests into an electric wave.
Adrian braces, but I’m too late. When Dante sinks his teeth into Bridget’s skin, their shared bliss floods my body too quickly to control.
I come again, groaning and spraying over the nest cushions.
My balls draw up again as Bridget claims Dante, her answering bite savage compared to the ones she gave me and our pack leader.
It takes up the whole front of his neck, spreading like a collar across his Adam’s apple. Dante groans, his knot tying them together while he blasts into our bond like a cannonball.
Color and bright blinding light explode into our tether. A zing of pure energy. Bouncing and boundless.
Adrian and I start to shuffle back on instinct, but Bridget?
Bridget rushes into it. Opens her arms and wraps them around Dante. All of his excess. The heat, the hurt, the hedonism. She doesn’t let any of it scare her. She wants it all . Every last bit of him .
“It was the same way with you,” Adrian confirms out loud.
I find myself struggling to believe anyone could love me this much, this hard. But I feel it. I can see it, here at the heart of me.
It’s her , actually. Her heart.
And it’s big enough for all of us.