Chapter 85
ACE
“Oh fuck. Guys. Get in here right this second or so help me,” I call out.
Wren offers up her neck, arching beneath me.
Her cunt flutters around my cock all while she’s stretching her chin upward, whimpering encouragement for me to sink my bite there.
My teeth ache, something shocking. A primal drive and urgency like I’ve never known.
A special type of wanting takes over me, where all I can think about is leaning down to bruise and pinch that delicate, thin skin right above her pulse point.
She wants this.
She wants to have this, and I can’t think of any reason not to.
The only thread holding me back is that I feel like the others should be here to witness it.
I’ve been there in the immediate aftermath of her bonding with Theo.
I was right there for Connor, too. It doesn’t feel like I should do this in secret without them.
They allowed me to be there for their most intimate moments, and it only seems right that they both have the opportunity to be part of ours.
For us all to finally join in such a monumental way.
Do I wish Wren was lucid for this? Maybe.
But hell, it feels especially beautiful that we’ve found ourselves here.
The heat version of Wren is still her after all, and it seems kinda poetic in a strange sort of way that we’ve come full circle, having only barely recognized me as her scent match at the beginning of her first heat, to having the privilege of sealing our pack together with this bond this time.
Wren gave me permission. She was fully coherent when giving her consent beforehand… and now that an unexpected heat has taken hold, I don’t think either of us can go any longer without this.
With my knot thudding against her entrance as I piston in and out of her, I’m doing my absolute best to take care of her while waiting for Connor and Theo to join us in her nest. But it’s taking every ounce of self-control to hold back, and they’d better fucking hurry up, because even if I knot our girl to help ease the cramps and pain she’s in, I can’t do this alone.
As if she can hear my thoughts, Wren begins nuzzling at me.
Her hands grip the back of my head, shoving my mouth against her throat as she cries out, demanding a bond.
Having to fight against that instinct is making her progressively more upset.
Every cell in my body hates that her whines grow louder, gradually turning more pained the longer I go on rutting into her without finally giving her what she wants.
“Taking it like such a good girl, aren’t you?” I lick her blazing hot skin. “Look at you, peaches. So pretty under me.” My hips roll with thrust after thrust. Her channel spasms around me, and she lets out a moan of frustration, sinking her nails into my nape.
The noise she makes requires no interpretation.
She insists on me bonding her, but to buy myself a few more minutes, I suck hard on her pulse point instead.
Using my teeth, I lightly graze her skin and have to use every trick of counting rugby stats and playing percentages in my head to hold myself back.
Fucking finally, Connor and Theo arrive in a rush. They’re buck naked as they appear in the nest, armed with an assortment of liquids, protein shakes, liquid meal replacements… basically everything they can stash to see us through the start of this heat.
“Thank fuck,” I grunt, and drive my cock deep inside.
The bulge of my knot insists on breaching her channel, slipping partway in, before I pull back.
I’m about to sink my teeth into her—to at long last confirm our bond—except as I drive my knot to almost nestle inside, two sets of hands feverishly attempt to pull me off her.
“What the hell?” I never imagined having to fight against them. Wren sobs in agony beneath me at the loss of contact with my body when they drag me upright. As I end up on my knees, my cock slips out until just the tip remains fitted inside her slick-soaked pussy.
“You can’t…” Connor shakes his head. His strong arm bands across my chest.
“Of course I can.” I glare at him, my inner Alpha is barely holding back from punching his stupid, handsome face, no matter how much I love him. The heat hormones and Wren’s scent are messing with my rational brain.
“Ace, we need to talk about this.” Theo tries to soothe Wren by lying beside her and stroking her hair.
That has me shaking off the unintended Alpha aggression. “No… I mean… It’s fine.” I take a deep breath to calm my racing pulse. “Wren wanted me to. She asked me to.”
Connor groans. “She’s out of her head. You can’t go off what she tells you during a heat; anything she says barely makes any sense at the best of times. We gotta find a way to hold off… make a plan so we can get through this and then you two can talk about it first….”
“What do you think I am? A monster?” My brows pull together, my voice gritty with need and desire and being done with this conversation.
“Of course I got her consent. The other night, she told me this was what she wanted. I could’ve bonded with her then, but I wanted you to have your moment with her.
That was important to me, you know. To see you bond with her was everything.
I wasn’t about to trample over something so special. ”
My eyes lock with Connors, and I see the wave of realization crash as his features relax and the furrowed lines on his forehead disappear.
He exhales and leans in to kiss me softly.
It’s not a bad way to apologize, I’ll give him that.
He’d better not figure out that all he has to do to win a disagreement is kiss me.
“Fuck. I didn’t know any of that. I’m sorry,” he mumbles against my lips.
“Now, can I get on with bonding our girl like she wants?” I cage Wren’s body with my arms, teasing my cock inside her by only feeding her shallow thrusts.
“I waited for you both, and here you are trying to goddamn ruin her moment.” With my gaze fixed on the glow of her eyes and plump lips hanging parted, I push all the way inside.
My focus stays locked on her expression, desperation morphing into bliss with every inch I shove deeper.
Her pupils are huge, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that it’ll be more than I could ever dream once she’s coherent and we can feel each other all the time.
I can’t wait for the moment when we can really appreciate what it means to be bonded. But for now, driven by pheromones, surrounded by her little needy noises—sobbing and demanding without pause—I let instinct take over.
Wren’s inhibitions are totally gone, as she writhes beneath me, unable to communicate, but those strong scents of peach and jasmine and sex are set to drive us all wild.
Connor and Theo lie on either side of her, kissing every inch of skin they can reach.
As I thrust forward, her breasts quiver and bounce with the force of my knot slamming against her slippery entrance.
She’s surrounded by the three of us on all sides, golden hair fanning across the pillows and sheets inside her nest, and she’s never looked more stunning.
Connor swirls his tongue over her tightly furled nipple, while Theo drags his mouth over her collarbone and down the swell of her other breast until he sucks on the peaked bud.
Wren gasps, tips her head back, and exposes that slender throat.
She lays it all out for me to add my bond there to sit alongside the marks from her other two Alphas.
Except, just as I lick my lips and prepare to give us both that moment of perfect joining, I feel her fingers curl against my tattoo.
Her tattoo.
Her indelible mark she imprinted on me years ago.
It changes my plan immediately.
“Can I bond you here?” I cup the underside of her breast, just below the spot where Connor’s mouth has left a sheen of wetness. “Keep those eyes open, teine aulelei… pretty girl.”
My thumb brushes her nipple, roaming back and forth as I watch her shudder through a soft moan.
“Mmm, this is mine, right?” I dip my head, flick the sensitive bud with my tongue, before dragging my mouth to trace the soft swell of her breast. The place that matches where my tattoo sits above my ribs.
Humming against her skin, I suck down hard to let her know what I’m about to do and then sink my teeth into that satiny-soft patch of unblemished flesh.
The moment I pinch and break the skin is like nothing I could have ever imagined.
Her entire body convulses with relief as her tiny fingers sink into my hair, holding me firmly in that spot.
Our bond clicks into place immediately. A thrum of pleasure starts as a low, sensual trickle, before exploding into a torrential waterfall.
The deepest well of happiness surrounds me, damn near blinds me like rays of summer sunshine.
A surge of safety and security flies in to envelop me, like a cozy wrap of her arms around my waist while we slow dance beside a bonfire.
All the ways we can finally be connected, without having to second-guess or wonder what the other is feeling.
It’s more perfect than I was prepared to experience.
Goddamn, am I so in love with her it hurts.
As I lick the spot, soothing the sting, I feel her body welcome mine. Her muscles relax with the surge of pleasure, and I rock us together. A final snap of my hips allows my knot to pop into place.
We both let out a raw noise of bliss as I swell inside, sealing us together.
I rest on my elbows, holding her face while maintaining eye contact. My girl. Our love. The best part of me and us combined.
It’s hard to find the right words, but I try… for her.
“I love you so much. You’re so beautiful like this. My Wren.”