52. Rosie
Chapter 52
Rosie
T he mattress shifts, and my wiggly omega slips in beside me and a sleeping Dane. I open one eye, half-delirious.
“Raven?” he asks.
I crack a smile, my lips dry and kiss-chapped. “Hmmm,” I say, dozing.
His fingers play with one of my curls, brushing it back from my face before tracing the bond mark on my neck. “Just checking in. I feel lucid after that last knot, and I wanted to make sure you were good.”
This freaking man has a chokehold on my heart. He’s the one in heat, and he’s checking on me? He’s too sweet.
“I’m chafed from the best sex of my life after bonding with my all-time fantasy pack, so I’m pretty fucking awesome.” The effects of the heat have probably made my lips too loose. Between the happy bonding, the hormones, and all the orgasms, I’m pretty sure I’m buzzed.I fiddle with the chains around his neck before finding his bond marks.“How are you holding up?”
He shivers when I rub my nail along one of his bites, and I feel a residual wave of arousal through his bond. If the last however many days are any indication, his heat is rising again. Despite how tired I am, his winter-snuggles scent makes me wet, building my need.
“Really, really good.” He grins, making that dimple I love so much pop. “I love my nest. I may move here permanently. It’s exactly what I wanted—cozy and ours.”
“I’m glad you like it.” My belly grows warm at his praise and the burst of adoration that follows it in the bond.
I duck my head into his chest, embarrassed at the attention even though it squeezes my heart. He wraps his arms around me, his hand rubbing my back in slow strokes.
“We should see if you can eat something and probably shower,” I mumble into his skin, pressing a kiss over his pec.
“Later. I’d rather have you.” He cups my ass, hiking my leg onto his hip. His hard cock nudges between my legs.
“What’s stopping you?” I kiss my way to his neck, laving my tongue over his bond mark and grinding my pussy along his hard shaft.
“Smart-mouthed Raven,” he says with a laugh, smacking my ass with a quick swipe.
My bond gives me away, and his laugh turns maniacal. He flips us, landing to hover over me.
“Are you trying to get a spanking?” His curls flop into my face, and his silver eyes shine with the returning heat.
“Maybe I am.” I look away from his penetrating gaze, struggling for the words. “As long as good girls get spankings.” My words come out in a whisper. Even still, they’re too heavy for the lightheartedness of his heat.
His hand cups my neck. “I promise only praise. You will never disappoint me.” He nuzzles my nose with his. “Thank you for speaking up and voicing your limit.”
He holds my gaze, and I know he feels those old aches bubble up and the way he soothes them.
“Love you,” I whisper.
“Love you right back,” he echoes.
My legs open, inviting him in, my hips rising to meet his. The scent of spicy cloves and cinnamon plumes, and I reach for his lips. He thrusts into me, achingly slow and tender. Between kisses, his praise creates a soundtrack that makes my heart skip beats. His mouth is demanding, and I moan as I part my lips for him, letting his tongue twist with mine.
“Your body is perfect,” he says, grinding into me as he fills me. “You’re beautiful, smart, creative, and so loving. Such a good mate, such a good girl for me and your pack.”
Pinned under his weight, with his words in my ear and his bond in my chest, I feel like his good girl. The sunshine of his praise saturates me from everywhere.
Quinn hauls me by my hips, changing the angle as he goes to his knees. He collars my throat with his hand, and our hips sync until I’m chasing that high, my body on the edge of the abyss.
He slaps my breast once. Twice. “Come for me, sweet girl.”
We must have woken our alphas, because I hear their deep rumbles from somewhere behind us. But I can’t focus on that. My orgasm propels me into space. Quinn fucks me through it, pinching my nipple. His flicks his tongue around my bond mark, and I wail, the noise foreign and needy. He flips us again, but I’m orgasm-drunk and compliant. He pats my hip until I go to my knees, bracing myself as he takes me from behind.
Quinn’s rhythm falters, and I turn over my shoulder to see our alphas curling over his back, looking over his shoulder at where he’s buried in me.
“You two look so good together,” Dane says.
Nash growls something I miss in Quinn’s ear, then Quinn stills. On the next thrust, I realize it’s Nash fucking Quinn into me. Our omega’s bonds light up, the bliss there keeping me in the clouds.
Dane crawls up in front of me, his cock already hard. He slides his fingers through my hair, tugging until I look at him.“You ready for me, sweetheart?”
I open wide and let myself get lost in my pack as Quinn’s heat rises to a fever, taking over the room and everyone in it. We fuck in every way I can think of.
Quinn doesn’t stop; his need builds as we follow his commands. It’s hedonistic, with no room left for anything but the four of us together. They take everything I have. I give it gladly until at last, on the fourth day, Quinn’s scent breaks and we all pass out in a pile, sweaty and exhausted but well loved.