Chapter 63
chapter
sixty-three
I cut my Mustang’s engine and fall back against my seat. Tomorrow, I’m going to be as sore as my backed-up balls have been all week.
I’m tired, and I’m pissed. Tonight was supposed to be very simple—win my match and come home to fuck my girl until one of us passed out.
Now there’s all this shit…
Spencer sighs, frowning out the windshield the same way he has been the whole way home. “We need to?—”
But Jonah snaps forward, filling the space between our seats and snarling .
Which is usually my thing, but okay.
I toss him a glare, but then Spencer stiffens, too. He curses viciously and moves , throwing his door open. Jonah’s right behind him.
Why the fuck are they?—
Oh .
Oh fuck me .
That’s why.
Later, I’ll have to replay this mental image for our girl. Three grown men, tripping out of their clothes and over each other’s bare asses to get into her nest.
There’s no help for us, though. Not with the tangy succulence of her scent filling the whole fucking house.
We reach the door and find it cracked open. The pitiful whimpers inside have me gnashing my teeth, ready to say ‘fuck nest etiquette’ and burst in there. Spencer is too quick, though. He shoots me a severe look and slowly opens the door so we can look in.
Goddamn, it’s pretty. There are cute-ass fairy lights in there. Our baby’s beloved plants and her favorite plush purple.
Jesus. I care about decor now?
Guess so. Because when I see what a perfect job my kitten did building us a nest, my hard cock throbs . My knot echoes the pulses as I finally catch sight of Serena and Tristan.
They’re in the center of the mattress built into the floor, clutching one another like they’re keeping each other afloat. Tris lifts his head from her shoulder, where he’s been tending his mark. Serena huddles closer to his throat, though, her own lips rubbing at?—
Holy shit .
She bit him.
I haven’t seen Tristan smile like this in—well, ever . He grins at us and nods, confirming what we’re all trying to wrap our minds around.
They’re bonded.
Which means we all will be if she accepts us.
Or should I say, if her Omega accepts us.
That’s who’s here now. The wordless Omega skirting wide, fearful eyes over to us is every inch the girl we met in that interrogation room.
I still see my fighter in there, though. I just have to coax her out like I did that night.
Tristan whispers to Serena, petting her hair. She tucks herself closer to his chest, shaking. Beside me, Spencer’s scent takes on a crackling, electric edge.
“Her Omega has been traumatized,” he intones, watching her with heavy sadness in every line of his face. “She was locked up before, all alone. No toys or aftercare. I’m not surprised her Omega doesn’t want to speak, especially right now. She’s been taught to associate heats with extreme distress.”
Jonah’s purr kicks up, triggering mine. “She—” He swallows, the sound thick, “She told me how scared she was. I didn’t think that her Omega could be worse.”
Tristan isn’t deterred, though. “Can they come in, baby?” he asks, nuzzling her bare, shimmering shoulder. “I promise they’re going to help you, too. They all love you, omega. Just like I do. They can make you feel just as good with their knots.”
He drops his voice into a whisper. “I bet they’d even let you bite them if you want to.”
She clearly does. Her heavenly perfume pours into the nest, a visible gush of slick slipping down Tristan’s balls to pool under them. He groans, leaning his forehead into hers .
“Good girl,” he praises. “Feels so good every time you do that, omega.”
Jealousy and need and just… heartache rage through me. And for a second, I’m untethered.
Then I remember.
You bow to her .
I let my knees go out, falling to the floor. Bending my head in supplication.
Jonah and Spencer follow suit, each lowering themselves behind me. When I chance a glance across the room, she’s staring right at me. The recognition lighting her eyes might be the sweetest sight I’ve ever seen.
“Alpha,” she breathes. She looks at Tris and starts to squirm, those green eyes flashing back to me. “ Mine .”
They’re words . Her Omega, finally speaking to us. To me .
Tris nods, carefully sliding her off his deflating knot. “Yes, sweet baby. He’s yours. We’re all yours .”
I’m about to fucking crawl to this woman—and I don’t even care. All that matters is that light glowing in the thin band of her irises.
Seeing me, knowing me, wanting me.
Needing me, I think—because, fuck, her perfume has never been this incredible before. Just breathing is enough to start a frenzy, my blood thrumming faster the closer I get.
When I jump into the nest and pick her up, her scent slices . Carving down my throat, giving me the exact kind of pain I like most. “That’s it, kitten,” I moan, gathering her into my body. “Fuck, you hurt so good, baby.”
She whines, looking lost as she skims her dazed eyes over my throat. Tristan comes up behind her, his hands cupping her shoulders while he levels his gaze on mine. “She wants to bond with you now. Are you ready?”
Um .
Fuck, yes .
Spencer scowls, muttering the way he does when there’s a shitty equation he can’t solve. “There are health benefits if we all wait until the end of her heat. Though, with her perfume this strong…”
Serena whimpers, and Tristan nuzzles her hair, murmuring, “Shh, it’s okay. None of them are saying no, baby. We just need to decide what’s best to keep you taken care of.”
To the rest of us, he sighs, sadness clear in his eyes. “She’s terrified we’ll all leave her.”
Jonah muscles his way around our pack leader, cupping his enormous hand at the back of Serena’s head. “ Manamea , I will never leave you,” he whispers.
When he looks at each of us, his decision is all over his face. “She needs to feel all of us with her. Once we’ve bonded, we’ll be able to show her how we feel and help her feel secure. I don’t want to make her wait.”
Thank God .
“I can’t wait,” I bite out, bending to lick a path up the unmarked side of her neck. “I need my claim on this omega. Now .”
She bucks and whines, nodding hard. Spencer’s face softens. He reaches between all of us to hook his fingers under her chin, looking into her eyes.
“All right,” he agrees, hushed. “We’re all going to bond with you, darling girl. Are you ready for us?”
Her head bobs again, but we all glance at Tristan for confirmation. He smiles, clearly beyond ec-fucking-static that he can hear her thoughts. “She really is.”
I’ve never seen Jonah so happy. His broad grin takes up half of his face as he tells Tris, “Ask who she wants first.”
The way she shimmies over me and flashes those blown-out green beacons my way, I have a feeling it’s me. Even before Tris tilts his chin in my direction, smiling wider. “She says, ‘ the menace .’”
Shit.
Say less, baby girl .
With a low snarl, I snap her away from the others, rolling to press her under me, into all the silkiness of her purple cushions. When our eyes meet, I can’t help but smirk. “Me first, huh? You sure?”
I should have known she would shock me. She always has, right? From that very first moment. And she’s still doing it.
Because just when I think—I know —I can’t love her any more… She does something that blows my fucking mind.
With eyes so cloudy, I’m not even sure she can really see, she glances down at my chest—and lifts both of her hands. Fitting her fingers into her claw marks, the ones I branded onto my skin.
Fuck .
My heart .
I don’t know if it stops, or shatters, or burns to the ground. Maybe all three. But for the first time in my entire life, my eyes are… wet?
I feel them shining as I gaze down at her, absorbing the feel of her fingertips curling against my white ink.
“You remember me, kitten?” I rough out, dropping my face to nuzzle hers. “I know my girl is in there. I love you so goddamn much, Serena.”
So much that I’ve almost forgotten about the delicious, perfect perfume that’s practically gutting me. When a fresh burst erupts from her body, I remember.
Oh fuck .
She’s never had my knot before, but she’s about to. She needs it—and I won’t last one more motherfucking second without claiming her in every possible way.
This is still my kitten, though. So while I’m plunging my aching cock into her slick cunt, I reach down to rub at the bud pulsing at the top of her slit.
The wet squeeze of her pussy knocks the air out of my lungs. Her inner muscles have never clamped this hard, this fast. Almost like they’re sucking me in deeper. Begging for the swell of my knot .
Before she can pull me in on her own, I tilt my hips and pop into place.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
An inhuman sound rips out of me as Serena strangles my cock and my knot, slick gushing around everything .
Fuck meeeeeee .
I can’t move or I’ll come. She’s too good. Everything good.
Paradise.
While my knot pumps fuller, curbing her cramps, my forehead grazes her cheeks, her chin, her shoulder. Covering her in my scent while I lick her skin, deciding where I’m going to leave my mark.
In the end, her throat is too tempting. The idea of all of us marking her there, giving her a collar of bites, makes my balls tingle.
She must like the idea, too because when I start to nose at the spot across from Tris’s, she squeals, perfuming so hard the others all groan.
I can’t fucking take it. I have to have her. So I start pumping my hips, popping my knot in and out of the tight ring of muscle that desperately tries to keep me inside her.
Serena screams, dragging her nails down my back. “Fucking perfect, kitten,” I snarl. “ Yes . Squeeze me just like that. You like this big, pierced alpha cock? Does it feel good so deep in your pussy? You gonna take this knot too?”
“ Alpha ,” she cries, “Yes!”
And she does. On my next thrust, her body locks around mine, milking my cock so hard my vision blurs and my knot explodes . While spurt after spurt fills her pulsing pussy, I find the perfect place to claim her, and I strike.
Sweetness rolls over my tongue, snaking down my throat and punching into the very middle of my soul. Gouging deep, burying itself into the dark, desolate place I abandoned a long time ago .
But now— now ?—
“ Ungh, ” I grunt and groan as Serena’s teeth dig into the side of my neck. Placing her mark in the exact spot on me that I took on her.
The tether burrowed in my center pulls taut as it comes to life. Light and color and sound, all in a chaotic swirl every bit as beautiful as the omega working her body against mine.
And then… she’s there.
In me. With me.
And she’s just… all the good I’ve ever lacked. All the softness and sweetness and understanding. Everything I wanted to be but couldn’t find.
It’s her .
My gorgeous fighter. My goddamn glorious mate.
And I can only send one thought through to her. The only one that matters. The best one I’ve ever had.
There she is.