Chapter 48
Igroaned, barely able to move.
Knotted, bonded, and cradled was exactly how I had hoped to end up when I’d gone face down, ass up for my only unbonded alpha.
Bryan was beautifully frantic in the bond, like the hasty beating of a butterfly’s wings. I turned my face into his hand. He cupped my cheek, and dragged his tongue over the bite he’d put on my throat. I shivered under the gentle touch.
“I love you.” He said it so quietly I almost missed it, except for the flood of nervous affection sweeping over me and ensuring I paid attention.
My purr erupted. I reached behind me to cup the back of his head, threading my fingers through the short strands. “I love you, too.”
His nerves melted away, his purr so loud I felt the vibrations all the way through my chest and down to his cock where his knot gently buzzed inside me.
Maisie was asleep on Wyatt’s chest, his knot tucked into her dripping cunt. Colt was stretched out between them and me, lying on his back.
My alphas were bonded to me, our souls braided together.
All that was missing was entwining with Maisie.
I had heard that the bond between omegas was more intense, but it happened so infrequently that I could never find much information about it.
A fresh bond with an alpha was already all consuming.
What would it be like to experience even more with her?
We took advantage of the lull and I opened my eyes to a straw pressed against my lips.
“Drink,” Colt ordered, cradling my head. “I topped Maisie up already. You’re not allowed to shrivel into a little prune.”
I laughed and sucked down half of the bottle. The water was nice and cold, taming down the heat rising now that I was awake again.
He pressed a chocolate peanut butter bar to my lips. “Bite.”
I crunched away on it, letting the sugar fuel me for a bit. Bryan obediently took a bite too when Colt offered some to him.
He tugged me off Bryan’s cock and into his arms. “Want me to fuck you while you fuck Maisie?”
A pitiful whimper tumbled out of me. “God, yes.”
The heat climbed up my spine as Maisie crawled toward me, pressing the length of her body to me.
Her mouth caught mine, a delicious devouring that dragged me under the surface.
She sprawled out beneath me, spreading her thighs, welcoming me between them.
I froze, whining against her skin when Colt caged me between him and Maisie.
His cock slid through my slick. The stretch of him filling me fed my instincts and I bucked back against him, but his hand on my hip held me steady.
Maisie and I drank down each other’s whines.
Colt’s breath was hot in my ear as he adjusted carefully, bracing his weight on his forearms. Without him holding me in place, I let my hips find the pattern they craved, driving back and forth between Maisie’s cunt and Colt’s cock.
The potent combination shut down every brain cell until all I could focus on was chasing my pleasure.
Peach blossom blended with sandalwood and honey, all overlaid with cinnamon-dusted peach.
The scents mixing together made me tipsy.
I spilled into Maisie, but still couldn’t stop.
Colt would stay hard until I drove him to a knot and beyond.
Slick coated my cheeks and down my thighs, letting the thickness of him glide freely.
Maisie whimpered and writhed under me. Colt moaned in my ear. I surged closer to Maisie, snapping my teeth down on a bare spot where the curve of her neck met her shoulder. She cried out and bit down on me in the same spot.
She erupted into the bond like a volcano, the heat of her scouring me clean.
“Holy shit,” Colt gasped behind me. Maisie joining us set off his knot and he buried deep, grinding my frantic thrusting to a halt. He groaned, biting down on the old mark he had put on my throat a few years ago.
Every cell in my body tingled. My alphas in the bond were like the soft glow of the moon. Maisie blazed like the sun.
She moaned, her need pulsing through me.
Colt pulled away, locking his arm around my waist to drag me with him, leaving my newest bond unattended. Our shared distress over those few lonely seconds ricocheted through the bond. Wyatt leapt into action.
Maisie relaxed as he settled between her hips. The force of our heat swayed back and forth in the bond, sharing relief and pulling each other under in equal measure.
Craving ebbed and flowed. Our alphas alternated between us, and sometimes we took it upon ourselves. Every thrust into her slick heat felt like someone was driving into me even when it was just the two of us, the pleasure doubling from our connection.
During the next lull we ended up in my bathtub, soaking in the warm water, eating and drinking what the alphas offered. Maisie purred so hard I could see the ripples of it on the surface of the water.
She curled in my lap, both of us perched on top of Wyatt and Colt while Bryan fed everyone bites of creamy chicken soup to keep our energy up.
Sorrow and gratitude throbbed in the bond. “I’ve never been fed during a heat before,” Maisie confessed.
“As in, hand-fed or given food at all?”
“Both. It was part of the cleansing.”
The idea absolutely boggled my mind. Her heats would have been so steeped in misery it was a wonder she had ever considered sharing one with us at all. To be starving and dehydrated on top of experiencing the aching burn that came with the heat must have been unbearable.
She met the pack’s righteous fury and overwhelming sadness with her hand on my cheek. “That was the past. I know I won’t have to go through that again now.”
“Never ever,” I confirmed, holding her tight.
She nuzzled the underside of Wyatt’s chin. “I had no idea we could have lucid breaks. This is really nice.”
We crowded close, offering the comfort of our presence on top of the affection brushing against her in the bonds. Wyatt and Colt hadn’t directly bonded her yet, but they could reach her through me.
Maisie hummed softly. “Can we complete the other bonds when we go back under? The pack feels incomplete. I want all of us tangled up together.”
“That can definitely be arranged,” Wyatt said and kissed her shoulder. “Everyone get closer so I can hug all four of you at once.”
We wriggled in. Wyatt’s arms weren’t quite long enough, but I appreciated the sentiment nonetheless. Contentment flowed like a lazy river between all of us, endlessly circulating, letting me drift along knowing there was nothing to interrupt and no danger ahead.
My phone buzzed with a text from my mom. I opened it up to a series of photo updates of the kids all bundled up in their pajamas with bowls of popcorn on the couch for movie night. I turned the phone to Maisie. “Looks like the kids are having fun.”
Her maternal affection crashed over me and I found myself grinning along with her.
“Your mom is an angel. I wasn’t expecting to get updates, but then I suppose I wasn’t expecting to be lucid during this either.”
“She always thinks of everything.”
Maisie was so delighted by the thoughtfulness. She was beyond precious, and I wanted to lay the whole world at her feet.
Heat flickered through the bond, Maisie shifting on my lap.
Bryan scrambled out of the bath to put the food away and grabbed a stack of towels on his way back. We barely got dry before the rise of Maisie’s heat poured over the pack.
Wyatt carried Maisie and Colt took me back to the bed. I let myself sink under, knowing I was safe in the arms of my pack.