Chapter 65
sixty-five
The visual Atlas slides into the bond leaves us all frozen in place.
Because…
Holy fuck.
Literally.
Normally, Gideon would hear that thought and chuckle at me. He’s too busy trying to tape his skull back together, though, gaping at his alpha’s deceptively calm expression. Beside him, Violet whines. Her wild want flurries into our connection. Ryker replies with a roaring purr.
Atlas quirks a brow at his omega, pausing to privately send him a thought. “What do you think, little prince?”
Whatever it is puts a hitch in Gideon’s breath. His chest heaves, but a determined glint gilds his gray eyes. He flashes a wicked smirk. “Whatever you say, Daddy.”
Over the last few days, I’ve learned that Gid is pretty much always bratting, in one way or another. Only for Atlas, of course. With Violet, he’s as protective and doting as the rest of us.
Our pack leader clearly enjoys the occasional challenge. Heat streaks through his veins, scorching our band with echoes of his lust. My knot plumps, and my cock twitches. Ryker notices, then casts a glower at his own straining erection.
We should close our tethers, he huffs internally. If any of us want to last longer than thirty seconds.
Yeahhhhhh… he has a point. We’ve definitely learned that lesson the hard way.
Pun absolutely intended.
One by one, we each slide our main interior curtains shut, leaving our individual links to Violet open. No matter how killer it is for stamina, I can’t imagine any of us dulling our connections to her any time soon.
Violet moans as I lift her into my arms, shuffling on my knees to the center of her nest. She and Gideon cleverly left a wide area in the middle completely blank. It’s been perfect for creative positioning.
Before anyone else can, I claim the spot directly underneath our girl, situating her on top. Atlas casts me a stern look, but I just grin. “What’s the matter, Daddy?” I tease. “Feeling greedy?”
As our pack leader—and the last to lock himself inside her—Atlas has knotted her the most during this heat. And we both know it. His eyes narrow at me, but he abruptly smooths his expression out, humming, “If you insist.”
I’m pretty sure he and Gid are up to no good—but when Violet whimpers and slides her slippery pussy over my abs? I officially don’t care about anything else.
Her honeysuckle perfume tingles into my lungs.
A low growl crouches in my throat while I squeeze her hips.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” I grit, my cock kicking against her ass.
“Get that slick all over me. Are you wet enough to take both of us? Me in this gorgeous cunt and your pack alpha stretching your tight little ass?”
Violet keens, bobbing a graceless nod as she bucks against me.
Ryker crawls to my left, his eyes blazing with feral heat as he rises to his feet.
Even so, the way he wraps her braid around his wrist is distinctly tender.
He uses it to turn her face, reaching with his opposite hand to reverently brush over her flushed cheek.
“I want her mouth,” he decides, staring into her dark eyes. “Is that okay, daisy? You ready to taste me?”
We all feel how much she craves his cum. But just to make it abundantly clear, Violet opens up right away, obediently sticking out her tongue. Staring up at her largest alpha with glorious, wide-eyed want.
The sight is enough to draw a snarl from her lion. The sound sends shivers down my back and snaps my hips up. Violet feels my dick graze her ass and starts to rub herself against it. Atlas watches for a moment, stroking himself as he moves into position, kneeling between my thighs.
Once she feels us both back there, Violet gasps and reaches for Ryker. He snaps himself forward, slipping the first few inches of his girth past her plush lips. The moment his flavor hits her, she gushes more slick, dousing my lap.
At my side, Gideon groans. Atlas watches him with dark, glittering eyes, then quirks a brow at me. “You’re sure you wouldn’t rather trade places?”
I still don’t know what his game is, but I know one thing. “Fuck no.”
He shrugs in a very not-Atlas way. “Alright, then.”
Our pack leader turns his full attention to Violet’s bare back, bending to skim his lips down her spine. He nips her and straightens, aligning himself with her other hole while I position myself against her fluttering entrance.
A cramp tweaks her middle, sending a pinch of pain into the bond. We both feel it and react instantly, thrusting to fill her at the same time.
Holy. Fucking. Fuck.
Sensation swamps me—Violet’s squelching heat clamping around my cock. Atlas’s impressive girth gliding along the underside of my shaft, stroking me through the thin wall separating us.
This isn’t the first time we’ve double penetrated her, but usually it’s one of us with Gideon.
Atlas is a whole different story—wider and longer, with his enormous pack-alpha knot throbbing against my balls.
I’ve never felt our omega’s cunt like this before.
So damn tight, it seems impossible for me to move.
Atlas does, though. Flashing his teeth in a snarl, he ruthlessly pulls out of her ass, rubbing his entire length along mine. I moan, while Violet screams, muffled by Ryker’s dick. My fingers dig into her hips, stroking the bond mark I left branded into her right side.
Another burst of wet warmth soaks my knot. When Atlas shoves back into her, his pulsing swell grinds against mine, and he bears down, rubbing us together.
This motherfuck—
Oh God.
Pleasure snaps into my legs as our pack leader sets a punishing rhythm, relentlessly sawing in and out of Violet. My cock strains and sprays pre-cum inside her, but I stave off my climax, swiveling my hips. Feeling every hot, slick inch of Violet’s cunt. Making sure every inch feels me.
The combination of slow circles and faster thrusts makes our girl wild. She sucks Ryker all the way down to the root, whining and moaning around his solid knot.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck—
My soul leaves my body when I suddenly feel something smooth and wet swipe over the top of Violet’s folds. My eyes leap from Ryker’s working hips to the space between me and Violet. Gideon is there, bending to seal his mouth over her cunt. Lapping at her swollen clit.
Christ only knows what sort of sound I make when he slides his tongue across my knot. The noise draws Atlas’s gaze. He smirks over Violet’s shoulder, clearly saying I told you so.
These bastards planned this.
Normally, I’d say “I’ll be damned if I let them win,” but, uh…
A desperate cry sloughs out of my chest as Violet begins to respond, her cunt gripping me tighter while Atlas pounds along the underside of my cock at a new angle. This one runs the ridge of his head just under mine, petting it through her thin skin.
He slips his hands up her ribs and cups her pert tits, rolling the peachy nipples just inches below Ryker’s merciless thrusts.
Gideon reaches behind Violet and cups Atlas’s balls, his fingers curling just below our knots while his lips suck the tender bud pulsing against my shaft.
Violet shrieks, her entire body seizing as her pussy spasms. Rolling tugs pull me deeper, until my knot pops past her entrance and explodes.
Thick lashes of cum shoot from my throbbing head. Atlas curses and bites Violet’s shoulder while he spurts into her ass. Ryker rips himself from her lips just in time to paint her breasts. His release splatters her skin, infusing her perfume with warm vanilla overtones.
Gideon’s winds into the mix as Atlas grabs his straining pink prick and gives it three solid tugs. The omega unloads all over his alpha’s hand, gushing slick from his ass as he sucks on Violet’s clit, his eyes rolling back into his head.
We all pant and groan while our omega’s sleepy contentment winds into the bond. Atlas slumps down beside Gid, and Violet sways into me, sending us a wash of wordless adoration before promptly passing out on my chest.
Ryker staggers back, dropping to the edge of the nest with a huff. Reopening his curtain. Well, I think we all lasted about five minutes that time.
Better than two, Gideon yawns.
Or the first time, I point out. What was that, like, forty seconds, old man?
To my surprise and delight, Atlas lazily raises his hand and flips me a middle finger. Fuck off, Finley.
My dreaded full name. But this time, with the bond stretched between us, I feel the fondness under our pack leader’s exasperation. Gideon notices me grinning and smiles back, rolling his eyes.
Yeah, yeah, he chuckles. We all love you, jackass.
I wait for Atlas and Ryker to laugh or shuffle awkwardly… but neither of them do. Instead, they stare back at me with solid acceptance. Atlas nods, flooding our connection with certainty. Of course we do.
Honestly, the violent disbelief that flails through my chest surprises me. They all feel it, though, listening to the reasons I’ve never felt like I deserved to be in this pack.
Violet sighs in her sleep, her brows pinching from the painful memories. She cuddles closer, nuzzling her claim mark. My throat thickens as I stare at her gorgeous face, too embarrassed to continue looking the others in the eye while I show them how sorry I am for so many of the things I did.
Ryker surprises me by being the first to fill the silence. Exasperated, but empathetic. Of course you belong here, Finn. You’re Violet’s, just like the rest of us. And you found her for us. If not for you…
We all shudder internally, unable to voice the alternative. Instead, Gideon’s mind meanders through more of our pack’s history. How he met each of us, how disjointed we used to be. He glances at me, sinking affectionate reassurance into our bond.
We’re where we’re supposed to be now, Gideon concludes, then cocks a smirk. All because you’re such a rogue.
Atlas huffs a laugh, nodding as Ryker grunts, Yeah. Exactly. Our pain-in-the-ass rogue.
And, honestly?
There’s nothing else I’d rather be.