Episode 32 S.W.A.B （Sealed With a Bite）
Florence
You’d think I was a matador waving a red flag at a herd of bulls with how quickly they all thunder toward me. Only I don’t try to evade them, to spin out of the way. I simply wait for whoever reaches me first.
I should have known it would be Court. He’s quick on his feet when he’s properly motivated. And my naked body seems to be motivation enough.
I squeal when he bends low, hooking his hands under my thighs to lift me without slowing his pace. A second later we crash into the bed, Court twisting at the last moment to land on his back and avoid crushing me.
Pressing up against his chest, I laugh down at him. “Really?”
“Really. I’m so fucking ready to have you be mine.”
I give into the urge to brush his hair back from his face. “I am yours, pretty boy.”
He grins, catching my hand to press a kiss to my palm. “I know, Pix. And now the world will know it too.”
The mattress trembles and shakes as the rest of the pack joins us. Grieves presses into my back, big hands skimming up my thighs, over my hips, my belly, my ribs as I lean into him.
Thayer crawls in on my right, pinching my chin at the same time Grieves’ calloused fingers pinch both of my nipples. “You’re sure you want this, killer? The bond will be stronger if we wait until you go into heat.”
I almost snap at him. Almost throw up my hands and loudly declare that I am a fully grown woman and I know my own mind and if they keep asking, I’m going to assume they don’t want this.
But when I look at him, all I see is concern, so I bite my tongue. “Not to mention,” he adds, thumb stroking over my bottom lip. “That taking on five bonds when you’re already exhausted and overwrought might be too much.”
He’s not wrong. Part of why most bonding takes place during heat is that an omega's body is already thrown out of whack. They’re focused on giving and taking pleasure and not a lot else.
Being bonded during all of that is important, but it’s also barely a blip on the radar.
It sort of blends in with everything else.
And the aftermath can be hard to navigate, since newly bonded packs tend to do a lot of fucking. If bonded during a heat, that aspect takes care of itself.
But being fully present, fully aware and bonding with an entire pack can be physically and emotionally exhausting.
Doesn’t change the fact that I want it though.
I catch his hand and kiss his palm, just like Court did to me. “I appreciate you checking in, professor. But I swear to god if any of you ask me one more time if I’m sure, I’m going to scream. I don’t want to wait. I want to feel you in my chest and in my soul.”
His blue eyes study me for a moment longer before he gives a sharp nod. “No more waiting.”
“And…?”
“No more checking if this is what you want, sunshine,” Piers pipes in dutifully.
I sag in relief. “Thank you. I know it’s going to be a lot. But I promise you I want this.”
Court smooths his hands up and down my thighs before gripping my hips and grinding up into me, making me gasp. “And we can always bite you again during your heat, to make the bond stronger.” He looks at Thayer, like he’s the resident bond specialist. “Right?”
The professor nods. “Yes.”
“We’re not going to cover our mate in bonding bites,” Forsythe protests.
“Says you, mate,” Court grins. “Besides, Piers is going to be covered in them too. Right?”
“What?” our beta asks, sounding stunned.
Court shrugs. “We should claim you again, shouldn’t we? Right on the neck where everyone can see.”
I turn toward Piers, eyes scanning over him, searching for his bonding bites and frowning when I can’t find them. “Where?”
“They’re on my arse,” he sighs with a tinge of embarrassment.
Indignation makes me stiffen. “What? They bit you on your ass?” The one place it was guaranteed that no one would see. Ever. There would be no accidental slip ups, no flashing of a bite.
“Not our finest moment, to be sure,” Thayer says, swiping his hand over his face.
“I think it was a very fine moment,” Court says matter-of-factly from under me. “Loved sinking my teeth into that peachy little arse.” I snort a laugh and he flashes me a grin, before he gets serious, turning his attention to Piers. “But I do think we should bite you again, love. If you want.”
Our beta nods, looking a little choked up. “I want. I do.”
“I call dibs!” Court crows, before anyone else can say anything else. “Dibs on bonding our omega first, and dibs on rebonding our beta first.”
“Greedy.” Grieves rumbles low behind me, his chest pressing into my back as his hands continue their slow, deliberate exploration of my skin.
I huff out a breath, but it melts into something softer when Piers’ fingers slide into my hair, tilting my head just slightly toward him, like he wants to see me better. Like he needs to.
“All of us,” he murmurs, almost to himself, like he can’t believe this is happening. I’m right there with him. Not that long ago I never thought I would get this. A pack. A bond. Them.
All of them.
All mine.
I shift on Court’s lap, my body already responding, already opening to them, to this. My fingers curl into Court’s skin as I look between them, one by one, taking them in.
“Okay,” I say, infusing as much certainty into my voice as I can. “I’m ready.”
Something changes then. The air becomes charged. Their expressions sharpen and a flutter of nerves take flight in my stomach.
This is really happening.
Truly.
Court’s grin fades into something more reverent as his hand comes up to cup my face. “Hey,” he murmurs, softer than I’ve ever heard him. “Stay with me, yeah?”
“I’m here,” I breathe, willing myself to be. “I’m here,” I say firmer. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
He studies me for one last second, like he’s committing the moment to memory.
Then he kisses me.
It’s not rushed. Not frantic.
It’s certain. It’s adoration. It’s… love. Spilling from his mouth to mine.
He moves against me like he’s been waiting for this—for me—and now that he has me, he’s not going to waste a second of it. My fingers tighten on him as I lean into him, into the warmth and the press of him, into the way he grounds me even as everything else starts to blur at the edges.
His hand slides to the back of my neck, thumb brushing just below my ear.
“Mine,” he murmurs, warm and reverent.
“Yours,” I whisper back. “I don’t want to wait.”
“You sure, killer? We can take the time to prep-”
Court grins at him. “I don’t think that’s going to be necessary, Thay. She’s soaked.”
My cheeks heat even as I smack his bare chest. “Court!”
“What? I didn’t say it’s a bad thing. In fact it’s a very, very good thing, because then I can do-” he shifts his hips in some kind of magic move and a second later the tip of his cock is slipping inside me, “-this,” he finishes sounding pained. “Jesus, Pixie. You feel like heaven.”
“You’re already inside her?” Piers mutters, sounding shocked. “Seriously. It’s our first bloody time with her, Court.”
“Shh,” I hush him, hush them. “This is good. So good. I didn’t want to wait and Court didn’t make me.”
“That’s right, Pix. I’ll always give you everything you need, like a good alpha should.” I might be imagining it, but I swear there’s a bit of chiding in his tone, like he’s reminding the rest of them that it’s their job to give me what I ask for.
“Good,” I murmur, leaning in to take his mouth with a kiss. “Right now I need you to fuck me, knot me and bite me. Can you do that, pretty boy?”
“With too much pleasure, Pixie.” His hips flex and his cock slips a little further inside me. “Fuck, my knot is already swelling, and we haven’t even really gotten started yet.”
“That’s okay. I want you as deep in me as you can get,” I tell him rocking faster, bringing us both higher and higher.
“That’s it, omega,” Forsythe encourages me. “Take your alpha. Take everything he has to give you. Look at you so pretty on his cock.”
“Fuck, mate,” Court groans. “Stop talking dirty to her. It's gonna make me blow too soon.” Then his brow wrinkles. “Wait. Is that your plan?”
Forsythe shrugs, bare chest shifting as he does. “Its’ not not my plan. The sooner you finish the sooner the rest of us can claim her too. Now, fuck our girl good, Court, make her cum all over you cock and knot.”
“Jesus, you're an arsehole,” Court says, even as he follows the command snapping his hips up into mine, meeting me thrust for thrust as I whine. He drags me down to his mouth, taking me in a filthy kiss that’s almost enough to make me come right there.
“Ready, Pix?” Court asks, cupping the back of my head, cradling it like I’m precious.
“Yes,” I gasp against his mouth. “Please, pretty boy. Make me yours.”
Hands hold me steady, on my hips, helping me to bear down as Court thrusts up, his knot pressing and stretching my entrance, before it pops in and locks in place.
And oh-
Oh!
God.
My vision whites out as pleasure overwhelms me.
An orgasm like I’ve never felt before swamping everything else and Court calls out my name, cum painting my insides.
A second stronger orgasm hits when my alpha lunges forward, eyes wild but intent and sinks his teeth into the curve where my shoulder meets my neck.
The first kernel of a connection between us blooms behind my ribs, warm and bright and unmistakably my pretty boy.
My eyes sting as he tenderly laps at the bite, then laces his fingers into my hair to guide me to his own neck. Not even questioning if that’s where I want my mark. Of course it is. I want the entire world to see that they belong to me.
There is no hesitation as my teeth break his skin, his blood flooding my mouth, warm and sweet. It feels like something bright cracking open inside my chest.
Not overwhelming. Not consuming.
Just…light.
Warm and golden and laughing, like sunlight spilling through open windows. Like every teasing grin, every reckless touch, every moment he made me feel seen pressed into me all at once.
I gasp, not from pain, but from the way it settles. The way he fits.
Court.
Mine.