Chapter 80
CHAPTER EIGHTY
Zolkan and I watch while Rask and Sofi fall to the sleeping pad.
His musk explodes as both of his cocks visibly spray out inside her, shuddering as her body grips him. Pumping her even fuller.
A loud, muffled moan rips from the pink alpha’s lips as they cling to Sofi’s upturned hand. She mimics him, sucking at his scaled skin. Dark blue blood stains the pink curves of her mouth.
Holy gods.
She actually bit him.
In all our legends, there has never been a mention of Roktusian omega biting their alpha. Only the other way around.
It’s clear she didn’t get as far as Rask did—there’s just a small trickle of indigo dribbling down his wrist—but she must have truly dug her teeth in.
I’m impressed. Turned on. Infinitely envious.
Only… I’m also happy. For her. For them.
Rask grunts, catching Sofi as her body goes slack. His entire body reorients around hers. His calves hook over her ankles, his free arm bands across her spine. Patched pink wings form a blanket, wrapping her tightly to him.
Our omega sniffles. Rask immediately turns his head, breaking the seal of his lips and rubbing his face along hers. “Scent-marking,” Sofi calls it.
A fresh bolt of need strikes the place between my hearts. Our mate whines, her bleary gaze arrowing across the nest.
To me.
Rask hides a smile against her temple. “Yeah?” he husks. “Is he next? You’re going to take Cylus’s knots and sink your teeth into him, too?”
Fucking hells.
I’m already so hard, we’re already at risk of me spontaneously coming across the sleeping pad, like I did the first time I tasted her.
Beside me, Zolkan sees my wince and chuffs a dry chuckle.
Rask’s lips brush against hers and Sofi practically shrieks, bouncing on his cocks. He smirks, but his signature expression is devoid of its usual indolence. Instead, pure joy shimmers under his mirth.
“My perfect treasure,” he whispers. “I knew you could do it.”
He’s talking about their bond. I can sense it, as obvious as their scents. In fact, they each smell slightly different. Rask is sweeter, and Sofi has a delicious undercurrent of spice as she perfumes, drawing me forward.
I take her from Rask’s arms, unable to wait another second. He doesn’t growl, which would be surprising, if I still had the capacity for thought.
Instead, Rask’s silver eyes fixate on the back of her thighs as Sofi shuffles into my lap, watching his seed pour from her. Zolkan does the same, his tail and left hand stroking his cocks while his mouth falls open.
Something primal snaps inside me. With a roar, I lift Sofi straight up and impale her on both of my cocks, plugging her quivering holes. Keeping the rest of Rask’s release inside.
She feels perfect. Her heat has her hotter and more snug than ever. Tighter and wetter than usual, spurred on by her body’s need.
She starts to ride me in sloppy bucks of her hips, but another instinct rises within me. I roll us, putting her beneath me. Letting her legs rest and slowing my thrusts.
Our omega purrs, the sound quiet and hearts-breaking.
Gods, I adore her.
I… need her.
And I don’t think I’ve ever needed anyone.
Sofi’s dark gaze captures mine. Unlike Rask, she doesn’t need to search for her spot. She knows right away, pinning her focus to the place between my pectorals.
Between my hearts.
She touches the smooth patch just behind the top of my sternum. Right above the trail of hair leading to my lower abdomen. Her lashes flutter as my eyes flash white, realizing she wants her mark there.
Which would mean—
I nearly come when she whimpers, threading her fingers into the hair at my nape and guiding my face to her left breast.
Where her heart is.
The single beat that’s become the center of my entire universe. The one that brought my own cold, withered organs back to life.
I don’t have to think about it.
I bite.
My fangs sink into her softness, meeting no resistance. My cocks jet fiercely, the dual orgasm immediate the moment her taste hits my tongue. I lick at the punctures while I groan, searing sunlight flooding my limbs.
Sofi keens so loud, I have to break the seal of my lips. Clamping around my straining shafts, she takes her opportunity and bites me back. Piercing the place she already owns, marking it for all the world to see.
Our bond appears, a single, starlit path to the middle of my soul. Filling my dull, gray insides with joyful color. Illuminating all the things I spent years dulling.
Hope. Desire. Pride. Happiness.
Sofi is all of those things.
And now she’s mine.
Ours, actually.
Because as the fizzle of awe smooths into deep, smoldering gratitude, I realize I’m not alone here, in our bond.
Rask is there, too, his ghostly chuckle echoing in my head.
Oh, he says internally. And across the nest, he grins. Hey, Cy.