Chapter 33 Bites, Bonds and Bliss
Florence
“She’s fading,” Thayer murmurs, sounding far away, palming the side of my face. “Maybe we should-”
“Suggest it,” Court laughs. “I dare you. She’s determined to do this tonight. Aren’t you, Pixie?”
I make a little humming sound without opening my eyes. But I make my lips part. “I am.” Even though my neck is throbbing and my limbs are languid, I don’t want to leave more than half the pack out of the bond, not even until morning.
Still, just in case they are right and I’m not physically capable of continuing, I do a quick scan of myself. I feel really good. Really, really good. Lit up inside, like my soul has caught fire and I want to feed the blaze until it's an inferno.
Court’s bond is there as bright as ever, but now, right alongside it, is a new one, faint but unmistakably there. It spreads through me like warmth, like a steady hand at my back, like the first deep breath after holding it too long.
Not a bond. Not in the way Court’s is.
But a thread.
Gentle and constant, weaving with Court’s, tying him to me in a way that feels just as real. Just as necessary.
I feel him—dimples and devotion and quiet strength—settling into his space in my soul.
Piers.
I’m grinning before I even open my eyes to search out my beta. He’s already looking at me, a tender expression on his face. “I can feel you,” he murmurs, awed, voice choked. “I didn’t think I would, not like this, but little bird, I can feel you.”
I nod, tears forming in my eyes. “I can feel you too, dimples. Right next to Court.”
His thumb brushes against the edge of his bite, making me flinch, just slightly. And he frowns. “I’m sorry it had to hurt so much.”
“I’m not,” I lean forward and kiss him slow and deep, tasting copper on his tongue. “It’s just a reminder that we chose this, Piers. We chose each other, to mark one another, to claim one another, even though it hurt. Makes it a little sweeter, don’t you think?”
Grieves shakes his head and mutters something that sounds like “bloody perfect” as Piers kisses me again.
“Thayer, Grieves, you’ll bond her together.” Sythe’s decisive voice cuts through my fog, making my nipples pucker further and a shiver work its way over my body.
“But-” Thayer starts, but the prince is having none of it, cutting him off.
“We can argue about it, or we can give our mate what she wants as quickly as possible. If you're concerned about the toll this is taking on her physically, then I suggest we finish this, so that we can see her comfortably settled and resting.”
My lips twitch into an amused smile. “I like that idea. Even if I’m a little offended that you’re talking about getting this over with.”
Sythe makes a little growling hum, then says. “Court, bond with our beta again. This time bite him where everyone will see.”
That has my eyes flying open, just in time to see Court lunge at Piers and wrestle him into the mattress, taking his mouth in a searing kiss. A fresh wave of slick pours from me, making my perfume thicken in the air.
“You like that, omega?” Thayer asks, sounding weirdly analytical given the situation. “Fascinating,”
I let out a breathy laugh, as I shift onto my hands and knees. “Of course you would find that fascinating. You’re unbelievable,” I tell him, crawling toward him.
“And yet,” he says softly, eyes dark as they trace over my face, my naked body, “you chose me anyway.”
“I did. I do. Stop thinking so hard,” I murmur, pressing my hands to his chest as I straighten. “Just be here. Please. I need you, professor.”
Something in him shifts at that.
The control loosens.
His hand slides to the back of my neck, mirroring Court, grounding me in a different way. More deliberate, more focused.
“I am here,” he says quietly. “Entirely yours.”
His kiss is deeper, more consuming—not rushed, but intense, like he’s finally letting himself feel everything he’s been holding back.
My breath catches, my body arches into him without thought, needing to get closer to him, to them. My nipples pebble harder against his chest. He groans into my mouth and I swallow the sound, letting it reverberate through me. Voicing my own whimper in response.
He pauses, pulls back, breathing heavy, hands flexing where they grip me like he’s holding back from taking and taking and taking.
I love that I have this effect on him. That I can make this analytical alpha lose his control. Or at least almost lose his control. He’s not quite there yet, but he will be.
The bed dips and shakes. The sharp scent of a thunderstorm surrounds me.
Grieves doesn’t ask.
He doesn’t hesitate.
One second I’m catching my breath from Thayer’s soul searing kiss, and the next I’m pulled back against him, his arms locking around me, his presence overwhelming in the best possible way.
“Mine,” he growls against my neck, the word vibrating through me.
My fingers find his arms, gripping tight, as I lean into his strength.
“Yours,” I answer immediately. Like I have with all of them when they claim me with that word. His hand fists in my hair, tipping my head back, exposing my throat to him, to his teeth and his tongue.
There’s no teasing with him like there had been with Court. No softness like with Piers.
Just devotion wrapped in something fierce and unyielding.
“No one gets near you again,” he promises, voice rough with his fear from earlier, his fury. “No one will take you from me.”
“They won’t,” I promise, turning in his arms to wrap my own around his shoulders holding him tight, as a soft purr starts in my chest, needing to sooth him. “They wouldn’t dare, not once they see your bond on me.”
He makes a low possessive sound, teeth scraping the side of my neck above Court’s bond bite. “Need that. Need you.”
“You ready to take both of us?” Thayer asks, pressing into my back. His hand slips between Grieves and I, swiping up an embarrassing amount of slick on his fingers, then lifting them so I can see. So we all can see. “Hmm, it appears that you are.”
“Can I borrow some of that?” Court asks with a smirk. “Want to prepare our beta’s arse with our omega’s slick.”
“Fuck,” Grieves groans, his cock jumping against my stomach, leaving a smear of pre-cum.
Thayer makes a go ahead motion. “Help yourself.”
Court doesn’t wait for me to give the okay, just slides his hand between my legs, shoving two fingers inside and pumping them once, twice, before withdrawing.
Maybe I should be embarrassed at the sheer amount of sticky cum on his hand when he does, but I can’t bring myself to be when he rather unceremoniously slathers it between Piers’ cheeks and then works his fingers into his tight pucker.
Piers whines, hands scrabbling in the sheets, fisting them as Court prepares him.
My attention is drawn from them, when Thayer’s thick fingers, still covered in my slick, slides through my own ass cheeks, circling that hole. “What-” I start to protest, but Thayer cuts me off.
“Shh, omega. You heard our prime, Grieves and I are going to claim you at the same time. Which means we need to fuck you at the same time, knot you at the same time.”
I simultaneously love that idea and am terrified by it. “I’ve never…”
Forsythe moves closer, pinching my jaw to turn my face toward him. “Has no one fucked your arse before, love?” There’s a dark possessiveness in his voice, like he likes the idea of that. Of someone in his pack being the first.
I shake my head. “No, I’ve done that… but knotting it, no. Let alone two at once, I’m not sure-”
“You can take it, bubbles,” Grieves reassures me. “Of course you can. You’re our omega. Made to take all of your mates.”
“But if you aren’t sure,” Thayer says mildly, even as his fingers work to stretch me. “We can each take our turn separately.”
A moan of pleasure falls from my lip even as my brow wrinkles. “You’re okay doing it at the same time. I don’t want you to think it's not special or personal.”
“Sweet fucking girl,” Grieves growls, teeth scraping the skin above Piers’ bite. “Want my mark on you so bad.”
“Same,” Thayer murmurs. “Don’t want to wait. And you're opening up so beautifully for me. You’ll be able to take my knot with no problem.”
“Grieves, on your back,” Forsythe’s voice cuts through the fog that had been building in my head from Thayer’s fingers working me over.
The alpha in front of me does as he’s told, but doesn’t relinquish his hold on me, shuffling me with him, my thighs spread over his hips, my pussy drenching his cock in a mixture of slick and cum.
“Good,” Forsythe praises and there’s a spark in my chest even though I didn’t do anything. “Now Grieves, you’ll enter her first and once he’s fully seated you’ll work your way into her ass, Thay. Slowly. We don’t want to break our omega.”
Court laughs from where he’s still fucking Piers’ ass with his fingers, making the beta gasp in pleasure. “You’re acting like none of us remember how to fuck someone, Sythe.”
I know they had lovers in the past--I did too--but I’m not super keen on hearing about it during our bonding.
Court must feel it through our bond because he shoots me a sheepish look and a remorseful feeling.
“Sorry, Pix. But just think of it as us getting practice so we can blow your mind over and over, yeah?”
I roll my eyes and a huff of laughter falls from my lips. It morphs into a moan though when Grieves shifts his hips and pushes the first few inches of his cock inside me. “Okay?” he asks, hands gripping my hips hard and nostrils flaring with restraint.
I nod, fingernails digging into his chest. “I’m good.”
“Good.” With the grunted word he pulls me the rest of the way down, until I’m fully seated, our pelvises touching. We both moan. He feels so fucking good, and I want him to move, but I know that’s not the plan as dictated by Forsythe.