44. Jp
JP
C ass’s knot finally starts to deflate, and the second he shifts back, Quinn is already moving behind her.
I never imagined watching my pack with her would turn me on so much. But fuck, it does.
She’s flushed and beautiful, her body slick and trembling, her hips tilting up with pure instinct.
Need pouring off her in waves.
Quinn lines himself up with her dripping wetness, one hand curling possessively around her hip, the other running up her spine in a rough, claiming stroke.
And Sterling arches into it—offering herself up so sweetly I nearly lose my damn mind just watching.
He grabs her, hauling her up onto all fours. She’s still slick and dripping, thighs trembling, so fucking needy and perfect it makes my chest ache. She whimpers as he pushes her chest down and tells her to present to herself. It’s a sweet sound—needy, eager.
My Omega.
A low growl rattles my chest as he presses his cock against her soaked entrance, his eyes on hers.
Sterling lets out a soft keening sound and arches her back, offering herself up to him without hesitation. God, she’s soaked for us, her body all pink and glistening and ready. I can see her slick dripping down her thighs for her, hungry for knots, her cinnamon scent rolling through me.
He pushes into her in one smooth, brutal stroke.
They both gasp—and I can almost feel her tight, velvet heat that clamps around him.
I can feel him through the bond as he starts moving, driving into her with rough and deep strokes. I can feel his pleasure as he savors every slick, needy squeeze of her around him.
I clench myself harder. Desperate for more but not wanting to come until I’m buried deep in her and she can feel my release through the bond.
“Please…” she gasps, voice wrecked. “Please, JP…want you…in my mouth…”
Fuck. Me.
Quinn grabs her hips tighter, pulling her back onto him as he starts pounding into her with ruthless precision.
His name tumbles from her lips between gasps and moans.Sterling looks over her shoulder, locking eyes with him, her mouth parted on a desperate little whimper.
She’s flushed, glistening, hair messy around her shoulders, and she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I groan, dragging myself upright and crawling forward. I kneel before her, cupping the side of her flushed face. Her big blue eyes lock onto mine—desperate, pleading—and it unravels me.
I fist my hand gently in her hair, tilting her head back, guiding her mouth to my cock.
She opens for me so sweetly, so willing, taking me deep.
The second her lips seal around me, molten and hot, I nearly lose it.
Her mouth is silk and sin, tight and greedy. Her tongue teases the sensitive underside of my shaft, and I pulse against her, fighting with everything I have not to come like a fucking teenager.
Behind her, I hear Quinn cry out—raw, broken.
A few rough thrusts and he presses deep into her, his knot locking inside with a low, guttural growl of satisfaction.
He throws his head back, chest heaving, before folding over her, his mouth fastening on the opposite side of her neck.
And I almost come down her throat when I feel it—The snap of the bond as it slides into place between them. The bright, searing pulse of home that rushes through the pack bond like a wildfire.
Sterling moans around my cock, the vibration wrecking me, her whole body shuddering as another orgasm tears through her.
Her scent explodes around us—sunshine, vanilla, cinnamon—so sweet and thick it drowns the air.
Behind her, Quinn groans, still buried in her, pumping into her in short, frantic thrusts that his knot barely allows.
“Fuck, beautiful girl,” he pants, his voice wrecked. “It’s never been this good. Never.”
I watch—throat burning with the need to lose myself in her—as she lifts one trembling hand, guiding Quinn’s palm to her mouth. She presses a soft kiss to the center of it—right over the heartline—then bites down gently but firmly on the fleshy part near his thumb.
The bond flares again, stronger this time, slamming into all of us through the tether.
I feel Quinn’s ecstasy pour through the bond as he comes undone inside her, buried to the hilt, his knot locking them together in a way that’s primal and absolute.
Sterling whimpers around me, her body trembling with the force of it all, and I realize?—
She’s ours now. Truly, completely ours. I can’t hold back any longer.
Our girl.
I pull out of her mouth carefully, breathing hard, aching to knot her myself. But I force myself to hold back. Not until she comes around me. Not until she can feel how much I need her. Want her.
I move again, lying on my side and crawling under her while she’s still knotted to Quinn, my hands sliding along her trembling thighs. When I reach her breasts, I slow down, mouthing her nipples, sucking gently until she’s whimpering and grinding against Quinn’s locked hips.
I kiss my way down her body—worshipping every perfect inch of her, tasting her sweat, her slick, her sweetness. I lick along her slit where Quinn’s knot is still deep inside her, tasting her and us in her slick.
“JP…” she whines as I suck her clit into my mouth, and her hips buck up into Quinn. I give a low chuckle at how much I love this. God, she’s so fucking beautiful when she’s like this.
I work her between her legs, licking the slick mess. I circle her clit slowly, teasing it with the flat of my tongue until she’s gasping and squirming.
“Keep that up and I’ll never deflate,” Quinn grits out above us.
I just grin against Sterling’s clit and growl, low and filthy. “That’s the fucking plan.”
She sobs my name and grinds helplessly into my mouth and into Quinn, lost to the pleasure I’m giving her.
I don’t stop until she’s writhing, her thighs trembling violently, another orgasm building hot and fast in her core.
And when she’s right there on the edge, desperate and gasping, I sink my teeth into the fleshy softness of her thigh.
The bond ignites?—
A thread of her weaving straight into my soul, bright and sweet and unshakable.
I feel her—Glowing and deep, a soft summer breeze that lifts the spirit, a pulse of sunshine and cinnamon that brands every broken piece of me whole again.
My cock surges, so hard it’s almost painful.
And when she shatters, her body convulsing in the most beautiful, wild surrender I’ve ever seen, I feel Quinn finally slip free with a broken, exhausted groan.
He pulls back just enough to let me haul her down into my arms, her whole body shaking, slick, and perfect.
Sterling blinks down at me, glassy and love-drunk, her lips parted, breathing me in like I’m oxygen. I grip her hips, lift her trembling body, and line my cock up with her soaked, swollen entrance. I feel her pulse there, desperate for me.
And then I sink inside her—Her heat, her slickness, her bond wrapping around me like a velvet noose I’ll never want to escape.
Sterling lets out a long, shuddery moan as I fill her—thick, deep, every desperate inch.
She’s so slick and tight around me it’s like my brain short-circuits. I clutch her hips, grinding up into her, feeling her clench greedily around my cock like she never wants me to leave.
“God, you feel perfect,” I growl, my voice broken and shaking. “Bite me, warpath. Now.”
She whimpers my name, responding instantly to my command—her body clenching around me so tight it rips a groan from deep in my chest.
Her hands push at my shoulders, nails digging in, until she’s riding me, meeting every thrust with wild, desperate movements. She rocks against me, panting, possessed, her slick soaking me, every shift of her hips sending electric pleasure straight to my spine.
And then?—
She leans down, lips brushing the place right over my heart, where my black heart tattoo sits inked into my skin.
A scar. A relic of pain. A reminder of everything I swore I’d never want.
Sterling kisses it—soft, reverent—like she’s always known what it means without me saying a word.
Then she bites.
Hard.
Claiming me.
Tethering me.
Saving me.
The bond slams into place in a blinding rush—pure, absolute, unstoppable. It almost drops me.
I see her.
Feel her.
Love her—every wild, fierce, beautiful part of her now stitched into my blood.
And I lose it.
I rut into her like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. Like if I’m not inside her—buried deep, wrapped in her heat—I’ll shatter to dust and disappear.
There’s no slow.
No control.
I drive into her harder, deeper, desperate for her to feel what’s tearing through me—she’s mine. I’m hers. There’s no going back.
I snap my hips up, dragging her down to take every inch like she was made for it. All she can do is hold on.
“That’s it, Omega,” I rasp, my voice rough and unrecognizable. “Take your Alpha. Take all of me.”
She’s panting against my neck, slick drenching me with every thrust, her heat scent blooming thick in the air—sweet, intoxicating, curling through me like a drug I’ll never quit.
I can feel the thick, hot swell of my knot already forming at the base of my cock, demanding to lock us together, to claim her fully, permanently.
But I don’t rush it. I want her to know.
I reach between us, thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight little circles that make her sob and clench even harder around me.
“That’s it, Omega,” I croon darkly. “Come for me again. Milk your Alpha’s cock. Show me who you belong to.”
She shatters with a broken, raw cry—her whole body seizing, slick flooding me, soaking me, claiming me back.
That’s when I let go.
With a roar, I thrust deep, deeper, deeper until my knot slips inside her, locking us together in one perfect, brutal claim.
Sterling throws her head back and screams my name, her inner walls convulsing around my knot, squeezing me so tight it feels like I’m coming apart at the seams.
“ Mine ,” I bellow as instinct takes over completely.
Sterling lets out a long, broken sob, clutching me tighter as the bond crashes over us, again, drowning us in pure, raw love.
I taste her blood on my tongue—rich, sweet, ours—and my whole body shudders violently as I pump her full, knot throbbing inside her, branding her as mine.
Ours.
Cass and Quinn feel it too—the bond humming through the room, a low, powerful thrum in the air, as they come closer, pressing their bodies against ours.
Sterling gasps and trembles between us, overwhelmed, consumed.
“You did so good, baby girl,” Quinn murmurs, brushing his fingers through her sweaty hair. “So perfect for us.”
Cass leans in too, his hand covering the small bite on her neck, sealing it with his scent, his growl low and vibrating with pride.
Sterling blinks down at me, dazed, gorgeous, utterly claimed.
“Forever,” she whispers, voice cracking.
“Forever,” I vow, voice thick and raw with emotion.
We stay like that for a long time—tangled, knotted, bonded—letting the heat of the moment settle deep into our bones.
Finally, finally, we’re whole because of her.