Chapter 52
Winnie
Having my dominant alphas bond beside Zeke anchors something feral and aching in my core.
Heat curls tight, a low purr pressed straight into my bones.
It’s safety that hums with dominance, comfort edged with possession.
It steadies Zeke’s bond too. That restless energy tightens into something sharp and alive, no longer scattered, no longer frayed.
After Corbin moves away, he taps Gage’s shoulder.
Gage’s eyes drag over me like hands that already know where to press. Even with Corbin reclaiming the dominant pack role, Gage stays coiled and relentless. Every ounce of that focus locks onto me.
I spread my legs wider, showing him my slick-shined, trembling center. Whatever restraint he was holding by finally shreds.
He drops to his knees, an arm banding my waist as he pulls me into his lap. He works me slowly. All of the heat rebuilding up at my core. My arms wrap around his shoulders, my fingers dig into his back.
“Princess—god, Princess—I—fuck—I love you.”
From him, those words land like a vow. This man who carried the weight of the pack when it was breaking. Who held everything together with his bare hands. The sound of it lifts something bright and aching in my chest.
I don’t bother with words. I can’t wait. My mouth finds his chest, the hard swell of muscle beneath my lips, and I bite. The pull toward him is instant, magnetic. His hand slides to the back of my head, holding me there, keeping me close.
“Bite me, Princess. My mate.” His groan sinks low and rough.
Everything in me locks and flares. My orgasm detonates, hot and unstoppable, ripping through me as my teeth finally release. I gasp, panting, my head falling back.
I expect his mouth at my neck like Corbin’s, like Zeke’s—but instead he goes lower. He bites over my heart.
The hard care of his bond locks around my center, threading seamlessly with Corbin’s and Zeke’s, forming a living shield around my soul. He's protection and devotion. The quiet, relentless care he brings to everything steals my breath.
My cheek rests against the top of his head, almost content, almost. Until I feel what’s missing. I lift my gaze to the corner of the room, where two sets of eyes are watching me.