Episode 32 S.W.A.B （Sealed With a Bite） #2
“There’s my girl,” he murmurs, face buried against my neck. “Fuck. There you are, Pixie. Like magic dust sprinkled on my soul.”
I’m not sure how long we stay like that, holding each other, rocking together, lapping at our bites, but it doesn’t feel that long before we’re interrupted.
“Release your knot,” Forsythe barks at Court in a quiet but firm tone.
Court groans, his cock spilling inside me again, and his hips buck. “You’re a fucking cunt, you know that?” He growls at our prime as his knot deflates. “First time knotting our girl and you don’t let me come down naturally?”
Forsythe only shrugs. “There are four more of us that want to bond with her too. None of us want to wait thirty minutes for your cock to calm down.”
A laugh bursts out of me, and the petulant look on Court’s face melts as he sends a bolt of warm amusement right into me. “You think that’s funny, Pix?”
I shrug and bend to kiss him. “I mean, a little.”
I’m fucking giddy in the bond and I know he can feel it too. It's happening, and Forsythe’s right that I don’t really want to wait for his knot to go down naturally. I want this done now. I want to feel all of them like I can feel Court.
My bonded alpha growls and slaps my ass hard before rubbing the sting away. All the while he holds me steady, his mouth devouring mine in a searing kiss full of love and devotion.
It makes my brain hazy, and my body heats all over again.
I barely have time to catch my breath before Piers is there, his hands gentle as he turns my face toward him.
“Hey,” he murmurs, searching my eyes. “How are you holding up, sunshine?”
I nod, my chest rising and falling a little too fast. “I’m good.”
His smile is soft, a little awed. “Good.”
He brushes his thumb along my cheek, wiping away something I hadn’t even realized had fallen. Tears. Of course. How can I not cry when I can feel Court in my chest, feel his devotion and his awe that we’re finally connected, irrevocably.
I sway toward our beta, leaning into him, pulling him into a kiss, that is different from Court’s. Softer. Slower. Like he’s trying to take care of me even now, even in this. Like this is something he’s giving, not taking.
I melt into him, into the warmth and steadiness of him, into the way he holds me like I’m something precious.
He pulls back and scans my face. What he’s looking for I’m not sure and I don’t linger on it. “I want you next, Piers,” I tell him. How can I not? Piers has picked me from the beginning. He was the first to choose me, the first to defy his duties for me.
He blinks at me, startled. “You do?”
I nod, my arms winding over his shoulders as our alphas help position us, lifting me off Court and onto Piers’ lap.
“Always,” I whisper, as he slides inside. We both groan and our alphas do too.
For a moment, it’s just us, just me and my beta moving together, rocking against one another, hands and mouths and limbs searching and gripping, caressing and tasting. Our pack moves around us, sometimes joining in, murmuring encouragements that bleed together.
“You ready to make our girl yours?” Thayer asks, pressing into our sides. “To show the world she belongs to you?”
Piers nods, eyes hazy with pleasure, sweat slicking his skin. There is no stopping the needy omega whine that pulls from me at the thought of his bite on me.
“Shh, cor mea. Don’t worry, he’s going to give you what you need,” Forsythe reassures me from my other side. “And you’ll claim him right back, won’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan, jaw already aching with the need to sink into his flesh.
“Where?” Piers asks, sounding worried and overwhelmed.
I’m too blissed out to make sense of what he’s asking, but thankfully, Forsythe is there, guiding our beta’s head to the curve where my shoulder meets my neck, opposite from Court’s bite. “Here. Where everyone will see your claim on her.”
My omega purrs at that idea. Loves the thought of him marking my skin.
“It’ll be easier if you both bite each other at the same time,” Thayer adds, pinching my chin to make sure I’m hearing him. “And even better if you do it when you both come.”
I blink and then nod, my inner muscles clenching. Piers groans, hands gripping me tighter and rolling me on his cock.
“We can help, if you want?” Forsythe suggests. He cups my face and holds me steady. “I can bark at both of you to come and you will, at the same time. But only if you’re okay with it, cor mea. If you trust us.”
Piers pulls back, watching for my reaction.
It’s my first instinct to say no, to recoil at the very suggestion of it, but when I look at the prince all I see is gentle concern in his eyes, the need to make this as painless as possible for both of us.
Because a beta’s bite hurts. And he and Thayer are right that it’ll hurt less if we do it at the cusp of our pleasure.
“We can wait,” Piers says, rushing to give me what I need. Or rather, what he thinks I need. “We can wait until you're more comfortable, little bird. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No,” I protest, forcing my lips to form the words. “No, I don’t want to wait. Piers, this is important. You are important. I want your bite on my skin just as much as theirs.” I turn my attention to Forsythe and Thayer. “I trust you. You can bark at us to make it easier.”
Both of their expressions go soft. “Good girl,” Thayer praises me.
“Brave girl,” Court corrects. “Our brave fucking girl.”
Their words light me up inside and I clamp down on Piers, who makes a strangled gasping sound that absolutely pleases my omega. I want him to always make that sound when he’s inside me.
“So good,” He pants out. “Sunshine, you feel so fucking good when you do that.”
Court lets out a low filthy chuckle. “You’re his first pussy, Pix.”
Piers cheeks heat with embarrassment at the overshare on the part of our alpha, but there’s no need. “I’m so fucking honored,” I tell him, tightening myself around him. “So happy to be your first.”
“First and only,” he tells me like a vow. “Yours alone.”
“Mine,” I agree, easily as Thayer and Forsythe press in a little closer to our backs. Court and Grieves on our sides, like they want to be as close as they can be to witness this, witness us coming together, marking each other, bonding in the only way we’re able.
Piers’ teeth latch onto my neck, while mine do the same to him. Our alpha’s hands hold us steady, supporting us, making sure we’re going to do this right.
“When you come bite hard and fast,” Thayer murmurs in a quiet but unbreakable bark. “No hesitation.” I feel it shiver over me and instead of feeling trapped or scared, I only feel anticipation.
Piers and I move together, our bodies writhing as we strain to reach our peak together.
“Ready?” Forsythe asks. My only reply is a desperate sob against Piers’ skin. “Both of you come now.”
Pleasure explodes in my center. A keening cry pulls from my chest as my pussy clamps down hard on Piers’ cock. At the same time my teeth snap down, just like Thayer commanded. Blood fills my mouth as pain from my beta’s teeth threatens to take me under.
“Again,” my prime barks. And pleasure swells and crests with such vicious speed black swallows me whole.