Chapter Nineteen
Trick peels to a stop in the garage, and it throws me against the back of his car seat. I’d been straddling Mason and the abrupt halt disconnects us.
Mason scrabbles at my dress and yanks me to him.
“I’m going to fuck you in this car if we don’t get out right now,” he growls.
Our lead alpha throws the back door open. Giggling, I tuck my head so Mason can hand me out to Trick.
“I can walk,” I comment.
“Not when we’re done with you,” he whispers in my ear and nips at my earlobe.
I giddily kick my feet while he carefully navigates the laundry room and heads into the kitchen.
Trick sets me on the island, and the abrupt fall on a hard surface makes me wince.
Vin sees all, so of course he calls me on it.
“Something to share with your pack, omega?” he asks.
My lips spread in a Cheshire grin.
“Whatever do you mean?”
Trick stands in front of me and crosses his arms. It makes his forearms bulge under his rolled-up shirtsleeves and my mind has a hidden flashback to how that looks while he grips himself.
“What have you done, little brat?”
“Nothing bad.”
“Can it be nothing good?” Mason asks.
The two of us never actually explained anything to Trick and Vin other than the general agreement we’d come to about bonding.
“I may have had the same idea as you for tonight,” I admit to them all.
“Okay, and?” Trick asks.
“There are three of you.”
“That is how math works.”
“You’re such an ass.”
“Tell me what you’re trying to say, Isabelle.”
They stand beside each other, facing me expectantly, and it spurs little explosions of energy across my body.
They’re really mine, and after tonight it’ll be final.
“I came prepared.”
“For?”
“The three of you.”
The guys exchanged confused glances. I swear, men are so dumb.
“Say it again like I’m an idiot,” Mason says.
“You are an idiot.”
“And I’ll remain that way unless you tell us what the hell is going on.”
“I planned to be with all of you and wanted to make that as easy as possible, so there might be a toy in a certain place that needs a warm-up.”
The guys collectively stiffen, and I smile wide at the reaction. Mason starts pacing around the kitchen.
“Alright, alright, before things get out of control, let’s make sure everyone understands what we’re doing,” Trick says.
Mason stands against the wall and starts beating the back of his head against it. The three of us bust out laughing.
“Mase and I will bite you,” Trick says.
I nod eagerly. “And I’ll bite all three of you.”
“The Admin is going to examine you,” Vin says. “Are you okay with that?”
“All the more reason to make it convincing.”
“The bond is permanent. Are you sure?” Trick asks.
“Yes.”
I say it too quickly and he frowns.
My lead alpha looms over me sitting on the countertop. He plants those wide palms on the surface around me and tilts his head to give me that signature don’t give me any shit right now jaw flex.
“You’re sure about this?” he asks, his voice low. “What if something happens again? What if... What if I let you down?”
Without hesitation, I wrap my arms around him. The sudden change surprises him, and it takes him a moment to envelop me in the hug.
“Then you’re just going to have to make it up to me again. You’re a good man, Patrick Wyatt.”
“And you’re not alone anymore,” Vin adds.
“This is our pack,” Mason agrees.
Trick kisses the top of my head and says the words that prove precisely how much my life has changed.
“When we bond, you’ll be pack. It’s the exact relationship you were avoiding when we started this whole charade. Are you sure you want it, this, with us?”
If he’d asked a month ago, I’d have paused.
I’d have been underconfident and unsure.
It’s been a long month of them proving every day how much they want me.
And a long month settling into the fact that I want it too, as long as it’s with them.
Am I sure I want this?
“Absofuckinglutely.”
The joy in their faces is worth every tear I’ve shed over them. It’s this brilliant, infectious optimism that steals my breath.
“Can we get to it already?” Vin asks.
“What did the lawyers tell you?” I ask.
“Make it as uncontrolled as possible. It has to be convincing if we want to avoid the Admin’s wrath. They despise it when people take bonds into their own hands and punish those who do.”
“Uncontrolled,” I reply.
“That’s what he said. Uncontrolled and convincing.”
“Then don’t hold back,” I say. “Fuck me like you mean it. I’m yours to play with.”
“Enough!” Mason hollers. He snatches my arm and throws me over his shoulder.
My alpha carries me up the stairs and into my room.
I haven’t been in here since my last night, so I didn’t know that they’d changed it.
The closet is full of new clothes in my size.
The walls are painted my favorite color, a soothing lavender. The bathroom’s been renovated into a pretty matching patterned tile.
Every surface is soft. Twinkling overhead lights mimic starbursts on a plum-colored night-sky ceiling.
And the bed is now an Alaskan king that takes up half the room.
Mason sets me on the soft surface and I sink into the fluffy comforter folded across the foot.
We’re here. This is it.
Nervousness pools in my gut. The guys seem to realize it too. They’re all frozen at the foot of the bed.
They’re waiting for an invitation.
Their scents fill the room. Their bodies are rigid with anxious anticipation and they shift uncomfortably on their feet.
And because I cannot help myself, I grin at them but say nothing.
Instead of an explicit invitation, I crawl into the middle and sit up on my knees, facing away from them.
With a last smirk over my shoulder, I bend over to rest my cheek on the mattress and flip up my skirt.
Right now, they’re staring at my ass in the air in a thong with a blue-jeweled plug in my ass.
Their harsh curses make me laugh.
I shake my hips at them.
“I’m gonna spank your ass until you can’t sit,” Trick says, his voice gravelly.
“Can’t do that from where you are.”
I reach up and tuck my thumb under the thong and stretch it aside.
“Fucking hell, Izzy,” Vin groans. “You’re trying to kill us.”
“Then come punish me for it,” I reply.
Vin and Trick hurry to get undressed, but Mason knows what’s what. He doesn’t bother. He leaps onto the bed and scoops an arm around my waist.
In two seconds flat, he’s gotten to me and slammed me against the mattress. He wrestles the dress overhead and the latches on my bra snap from his enthusiasm.
Mason settles himself between my legs. Frantic kisses nip at my mouth and spike endorphins into my system. He traps my wrists against the surface.
I bite his lip hard enough to leave bruises and he smiles at the rough treatment.
“Uncontrolled and convincing,” I remind him.
“Keep it up and I’m gonna rut into you anyway.”
He grinds his hips against my core, and I am absolutely certain I’ve destroyed his handsome suit with my slick.
Mason moves to my neck and sucks hard on my skin. He tongues the bruise it leaves behind and then leaves another right below it.
Trick slides onto the bed beside us and finger combs my hair away.
“Such a good little omega for us,” he murmurs. “Mason’s going to eat your pretty pussy while we discuss where you want your bites.”
The alpha on top of me needs no further encouragement. He leaves surface-level bites on my shoulder, my breasts, and hips before he reaches my core.
He finally makes it to the apex of my thighs but sits up to loosen his tie and undo the top buttons of his shirt.
The bed rocks as he falls onto the surface, wraps his arms under my thighs, and runs his tongue all the way up my center.
My fuckboy eagerly licks and sucks at my pussy. His face is covered in my slick, but he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, it encourages him.
He sinks his nails into my thighs and even nips at my lips. I’m going to be covered in teeth marks from Mason alone.
He tongues my clit and my back bows up off the mattress. I sink my hands in his hair and moan his name.
Vin cups my breast and gives the other side of my neck the same treatment.
“Where, Izzy? Where do you want us to mark you?” Trick asks. His eyes are dark and his voice is rough, and in my peripheral vision, I can see his heavy cock, the knot already beginning to bulge.
“Somewhere everyone can see.”
“You’re the perfect woman, do you know that?” Mason says from between my legs.
“It still has to be convincing,” Trick notes.
“Then I’ll leave it to you, just make it somewhere visible.”
“I want the same,” he says.
Mason spears his tongue into me and it makes me squirm.
When I turn to Vin to ask what he wants, he’s stripped everything off for our fun.
The teeth marks on his arm and shoulder shine slightly under the low light. I suck my thumb and then rub it over the one on his neck.
Vin shudders, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Fuck,” Trick spits. “I felt that too.”
“You did, did you?”
“Mm-hmm. Strong emotions come through the link.”
An evil thought sprouts in my mind.
“Question,” I say. “If the bite marks are sensitive and you get sensations through the connection, then can we also be strategic about placement for fun?”
“You are not biting my dick,” Vin says with a laugh.
“It was just an idea.”
“Not happening.”
“Then where do you want it?” I ask and knead the bite.
“I don’t know if it’s because it’s still new or what but you have to stop that,” Vin says through gritted teeth. Trick chuckles behind me.
“Are you suuuuuure you don’t want a strategically placed bite? It’s just a little nip.”
“Never mention this idea again.”
The three of us laugh, and Mason pauses what he’s doing to rest his head on my pelvis.
“Bite me somewhere everyone can see,” Vin says. “I’m proud of my bites.”
“Fuck yeah,” Mason says and reaches up so they can fist bump.
“You’re both ridiculous.”
I snatch Vin’s hair at the nape of his neck and jerk him to me. The kiss is harsh and neither of us seem to care. My nails scratch harsh lines over his scalp and down his bare shoulder.
Mason runs his teeth over my skin and returns to eating me out.
My body tightens, my pussy responding so easily to his tongue. It’s like my hormones recognize him and eagerly endorse what we’re doing.
My breathing speeds, and Trick toys with my nipple while Vin kisses the breath from me.
“Make her come,” Trick demands. “Stake your claim, Mason. This is your woman. Let’s see how you please her.”
Mason speeds up, the pressure ratcheting up until I’m groaning against Vin’s mouth. My lower body clenches, and it squeezes the plug in my ass.
The climax screams through me, my body convulsing and my mind blanking to nothingness as the sensation takes hold.
Mason sucks and licks every drop of my slick like he’ll be upset if any escapes. It extends the orgasm until it lasts a painfully long time.
“There’s our omega,” Trick murmurs. “Mase, I think you’ve earned the right to go first.”
The smile on his face is broad and eager. Buttons fly from his shirt when he gets annoyed with removing them. He kicks his pants and boxers away and barely pauses before tucking his knees under my thighs.
Mason runs his fingers over my wet pussy and pushes two in. Vin swallows my gasps and braces my hips against the bed.
Anticipation bursts in my belly without a hint of trepidation.
My lead alpha grips my hair at the scalp and jerks my head to the side, and my beta positions us so that my neck is exposed.
Mason’s cock sinks into me in one harsh thrust. His knot bumps against my sensitive clit and goose bumps lift on my skin.
Flashbacks, hazy moments of memory flash in my mind. Mason under me while I ride him. Mason holding me against the mattress and fucking me senseless.
The blackout from the heat is a tragedy.
Trick latches onto my breast to nip and suck at my nipple while Mason fucks me hard and Vin spears his tongue into my mouth.
I’m trapped beneath the three of them, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be.
The thrusts are harsh and full, driving into me like his body is demanding he go harder, deeper, more. Mason stakes his claim of ownership over me in how he impales me on his cock while watching his packmates please me in other ways.
“I’m . . . Fuck, Izzy. Are you ready?”
I have no idea what to be ready for, but whatever it is, I definitely am.
“Please.” The plea is thin and desperate.
Mase lifts my ankles over his arms and pushes hard against my pussy. His knot pops into me and stars explode in my mind.
The pressure is so overwhelming, and my whole body wracks with the flush of endorphins and pleasure.
And then Trick strikes.
He lashes out with his teeth, his hand in my hair squeezing hard enough to sting while he holds my head where he wants it.
His teeth snap high on my neck, right below my ear. They sink in, and the shock and contrast of the sharp pain blasts my core into another orgasm.
The swirl of energy and emotion connects as I writhe beneath my guys.
My nails leave long, jagged scratches down Mason’s forearms.
He calls out my name as he comes hard. He spills warmth into me and my instincts take hold because I strike at Vin.
He’d been near and still encouraging me with kisses while the guys play with me. His mouth is so close and I want it.
My hands move of their own accord to grab his jaw and wrench him in for another kiss. My fingertips press hard enough to bruise.
Except, unlike every prior kiss, I bite hard on his lower lip.
Intention and action blend in a heady mix as the bond locks into place.
The half-moon of teeth marks at the corner of his mouth and extending slightly to his chin is an angry red as the slightest bit of blood wells up.
When he kisses me despite the mess, his desire for me blends with my own and ratchets up the demand. The link is an electric wire feeding me how fucking aroused he is and how much he craves me. Vin’s palm works furiously on his cock, but I stop him.
“Your cum belongs inside me. Don’t you dare waste what’s mine.”
“When you say shit like that, it makes it worse, not better,” he mutters. My beta falls onto his back with his arm over his eyes.
Vin limps over to the bathroom while the rest of us relax in the bed. He washes the blood off his face and brings back a warm, wet rag.
Mason and I rotate so we can lie beside each other with my leg over his hip. He’s got a pretty good refractory period, so we only need to stay together for a little while before finishing what we want to do.
The guys take their time gently cleaning Trick’s bite on my neck and then wiping Trick’s face clean.
He resists it. He says he likes having my blood on him.
The mark throbs, but it’s a surreal blend of both pain and pleasure. No shirt, jacket, or necklace will be able to hide this.
I fucking love it.
Vin lies across the head of the enormous bed. He plays with my hair and massages my scalp, and every time he licks at the bite mark on his mouth, it makes my pussy pulse enough that Mason tells him to knock it off.
Trick thinks it’s funny to tap on the jewel for the same reason.
By the time we’re finally free, the earlier ardor has faded and the four of us are lulled into a comfortable intimacy.
“I think I want to take the plug out,” I say.
“Oh, hell no, that’s my job,” Vin says and shoves Mason’s face away from me. It slides the alpha to the edge of the bed with a laugh.
I roll toward Trick as Vin takes Mason’s place. The man behind me twists the plug and I shiver.
“Are you going to present for me, Izzy?” Trick asks. “Ass up, face down.”
A pleasant smile settles on my face. Vin sits behind me and toys with the plug.
“I’ll leave handprints on that gorgeous ass while I fuck you deep,” Trick continues.
Vin pulls the toy out of me and I exhale hard. His fingers circle around my cunt and gather the mix of slick and Mason’s cum to spread it over my back hole.
“Such a good girl for us,” Trick murmurs. “Our favorite plaything. Our perfect little toy to do with as we like.”
I nod eagerly and bite my bottom lip.
Vin runs his hard cock between my legs, coating himself in the product of Mason’s efforts.
“You have to tell me right away if this hurts,” Vin says. “I’m desperate to fuck you like this.”
The sheets are destroyed but still I tilt my hips to ask for more.
“Please,” I beg. “I need you, Vin.”
He sighs contentedly then stretches out behind me. His firm body presses against mine and a shiver rolls over my skin. Trick sucks on my nipple and leaves little nips on my other shoulder.
As if they’ve planned it, Vin lifts and hooks my leg over his arm while Mason stretches out between them. Mase pushes his fingers into me again and rolls them inside me.
Already, the feel of his fingers encourage my hormones to surge.
I want more. Need more.
I claw at Trick’s bare back and leave track marks in his skin. He shifts to the top of the bed with his knees on either side of my head.
His shaft is hard and heavy. He strokes himself inches away, his ask obvious.
Trick’s mouth drops open when I take his head into my mouth and suck. My head bobs and I squeeze him all the way into my throat.
A phantom hand that has to be Vin’s cups the nape of my neck and directs my movements. Nails scratch behind my ears as his grip tightens.
“That’s it. Suck his cock. Do it well and we’ll make you come screaming,” he murmurs.
The two of them focus on the blowjob while Mason fucks his fingers into me. My slick lets his hand slide freely.
My body explodes in heat so fervent, I worry I’ll burst into flames.
When Vin notches the head of his cock inside my ass, every demand in me screams for him.
“Focus here, omega,” Trick snaps. “We’re going to get you through the first few minutes. You have a priority, and it’s sucking my cock.”
Vin presses inside my ass slowly, so slowly, pausing when I tense so Mason can roll his thumb over my clit.
The bond to him reverberates with intense pleasure, and it adds to the heady blend of emotions already roiling in my brain.
Between Vin’s skin on mine, Trick’s hands on me as he uses my mouth, and Mason teasing and stoking the arousal burning in my core, my mind blanks to a beautiful abyss of gratification.
Their scents and voices vibrate in my hindbrain and my body relaxes into submission.
As Vin sinks in to the hilt, Mason nips at my thighs. Trick’s still shoving my mouth onto his cock, so I don’t expect it when Mason strikes.
Teeth sink into the inside of my thigh only inches from my core. The bite is harsher than my first, and Trick wrenches my head back so I can scream out the sensation.
Pleasure and pain mingle in a miasma of contrasts that make each seem that much more heightened.
Vin holds me steady while every muscle pulses and the bond locks into place. Mason licks the wound and then sucks on my clit.
The moan I let out is long and low, but the alpha between my legs slaps Vin’s backside to spur him into action.
Vin withdraws and sinks back into me, and I tilt my hips to encourage him more.
There are so many sensations ping-ponging around in my system that it’s hard to keep everything straight.
Their scents clog my thoughts and the sensations they wrest from me sink any chance I have of maintaining my control.
Vin holds my leg and fucks fully into me while Mason sucks on my clit and rubs my slick and his cum on his bite mark.
“Fuuuuck, Mason,”I moan. “I can’t breathe.”
They both slow down and let me settle into the new sensations.
“Tell us how you feel, Izzy,” Trick prompts.
“That was... intense. Not bad, but overwhelming. Why did you have to bite there, now?” I ask with a laugh.
“You wear those shorts all the time. I figured this would be visible. Anyone looking where they shouldn’t will be reminded who you belong to.”
Yes, I am my own person.
He doesn’t actually own me.
But also, holy hell that was hot and he’d better say it again.
I comb my fingers through his hair, and the guys all back off to give me some space. Mason cleans the wound on my leg, and I roll onto my stomach to stretch.
The guys decide that we’re taking a break, which is not very uncontrolled and impulsive but it is very on-brand for my pack.
We nap for a bit, the four of us lounging together and the guys massaging my muscles or skimming fingers over my skin. Vin once again assumes the mantle of caretaker.
They don’t push me for more. My alphas have both bitten me, but so far I’ve only marked our beta.
“Do you want to bite me, Vin?” I ask softly.
He turns his head to me, that easy smile and those kind eyes taking me in.
“It won’t do anything.”
“That isn’t a reason not to do it.”
He looks up at the ceiling, his lips tightening. By the time he rolls his head back to me, he’s resigned.
“No,” he tells me. “I don’t need a bond to know you’re mine. I’m not like these barbarians.”
Mason and Trick razz him.
“I knew I couldn’t bite an omega, Izzy. I’m fine with that. I’m happy with who and how I am. The rest of the world can shove it up their judgmental asses.”
His words resonate.
In this moment, surrounded by the guys I love but that others would try to keep from me, I embrace what I’ve been working toward.
I am enough, for me and for them.
“That’s my guy,” I reply.
“You do still have to bite two of us,” Trick interjects.
“Oh, did you want a bond?”
“That’s it,” he says with a laugh.
Trick rolls us over until he’s sitting cross-legged with me laid over his lap.
His hand rubs a circle on my ass cheek, then the meat of his palm slaps my backside. I yelp, and all three of them cackle.
“Trick!” I squeal.
He spanks me again, harder this time, and massages the impact site.
“Stop sassing me when I’m trying to fuck you until you pass out,” he says and lays another slap on my other ass cheek.
I writhe and wriggle, but he keeps me steady with a hand on my back.
Another spank comes, and it tenses my sore ass. I finally roll out of his grip and scurry for the end of the bed.
He bellows a laugh and grapples with me. We jostle on the surface and barrel into Mason, but somehow I end up straddling Trick.
My alpha peers up at me. His eyes crinkle at the corners and his hands squeeze my legs. He rubs his thumb between my legs and then circles Mason’s bite mark with it.
Mason sucks in a breath.
“It won’t always be this sensitive,” Trick tells us. “Let’s enjoy it for now.”
“Are you asking for sex, alpha? I’m scandalized!”
“Get on my cock or I’ll spank you so hard the Admin’s doctors will find the handprint next year.”
Giggling, I shift my hips and position his shaft at my opening.
We both let out a sigh once he’s seated to the hilt. Shifting my position, I roll my pelvis and grind against his bulging knot.
“Isabelle,” he says, the word full of reproach.
“Patrick,” I reply to match his energy.
Trick shakes his head and grabs my hips to force me down on him.
My fingers dig into his chest until my nails break the skin and my fingers leave bruises behind.
I throw my head back and ride Trick while letting him direct my movements.
In the corner of my eye, Vin’s stroking himself again and I reach for him.
I pump Vin with my hand while Trick splits my pussy open with that thick shaft.
“Enough, Izzy,” Vin says with a laugh. “You don’t want me to come in your hand.”
“Oh, sorry,” I say. He positions himself behind me, and Mason hands him the bottle of lube.
This time, when Vin pushes into my ass, there’s only the slightest, most delicious resistance.
Trick encourages me to lie on his chest.
The alpha below me remains sunk deep inside me while the beta behind me fucks my ass.
I’m so full, fuller than I can ever remember feeling. I know we did this during the heat, but only because they told me.
Now, with every movement and shift like a blazing light in my mind, I mourn the memory loss.
Because this is fucking perfect.
The pull and drag inside me conflicts with Trick’s unmoving stretch.
My heart races and the pulse point on my neck beats so adamantly I can feel it.
Mason’s lying beside us and braids his fingers with mine. Trick kisses the top of my head, and the contrast is severe to the one behind me making my vision blur.
Vin picks up speed and lets loose. He licks the bite on his lip and a shudder runs through us both. I use my and Mason’s joined hands to invite him closer.
I surge forward, sinking my teeth into the meaty part where Mason’s shoulder and neck meet. It’s just high enough to be visible over a jacket collar.
His eyes roll into the back of his head. He whispers my name, the soft word a prayer to his favorite object of worship.
Mason tenses and relaxes into the bond, and it’s like he hasn’t been at peace until this moment.
The action makes Vin slow to a stop.
When I finally let Mason go, he rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling with wonder in his eyes.
He turns his head back to me, and the sweetest smile spreads on his face.
“Love of my life,” he whispers.
“Me too,” I mouth back.
“And lust.”
“That never changed.”
I settle onto Trick’s chest, and he wraps his arms around me. Vin massages my lower back while Mason plays with my fingers.
“Best for last?” Trick murmurs to me.
In my peripheral vision, Mason rolls his eyes.
“The best things are worth waiting for,” I tell them.
“I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”
“Then it’s time to lock it down.”
He shakes his head with a smile. “How did I end up with you as my omega?”
“My unstoppable charisma.”
“Can your unstoppable charisma make me fill you with cum? Bite me when it happens. It’ll extend the orgasm and everyone will feel it. I’m the last bond. This should settle everything into place.”
Pressing up, I work my hips to push back onto both him and Vin.
The man behind me directs me with hands on my hips. His fingertips graze over Mason’s mark, and the pleasure filters into the connections between us.
Vin makes the mistake of sucking on my neck, exactly where Trick marked me, and the connection of so many bonds wracks us all with ecstasy.
He shoves me onto Trick’s chest again. With his hand planted firmly on my spine between my shoulder blades, he lets loose. The cadence accelerates and there’s nothing I can do but submit.
I love every moment of it.
Vin comes while fucking into me wildly and then collapses on top of me. The ecstasy washes through us like a tide coming in.
“Damn, V,” Mason says.
“Shut up,” he replies. “I need an hour or two to recover enough to move again.”
“You’re squishing me,” I note.
Muttering, he’s careful as he withdraws.
It’s now my lead alpha and me. I wouldn’t put it past him to have planned going last, not only for the delayed gratification but so that he gets me all to himself.
Trick sits up so that I’m straddling him and holds me close in his lap.
Our eyes connect. I know the question he has because I’m sending him back the answer.
You good?his gaze asks.
Never better, my sly smile replies.
“Enough,” he says. “I can’t take the teasing anymore. Bond with me, Isabelle.”
I cup his face, leave a sensual kiss behind, and ride him. He’s rock hard and has been for long enough it’s probably painful.
“You’re mine, Patrick,” I murmur to him. “Mine forever.”
I drop onto his shaft and rotate my hips so his knot will massage my clit.
We’re working hard at it. Exhausted limbs quake between us. His neck muscles tense while he tries to wait for me to come.
He’s groaning, his cock rock hard, and I force his knot inside me.
He cups the back of my neck and massages his bite mark, and the sensation floods the bond and reverberates.
“Now, Izzy. Bite me right fucking now,” he demands.
My teeth are sharp and severe this time. I take no mercy as I snap onto his neck in the exact place he’d bitten me.
The groans from the guys are this ancient cry of pleasure and pain. All of them react as if it’s them in his place.
Patrick Wyatt, lead alpha of the new Wyatt Pack, submits and accepts the bond with enthusiasm.
His hips jut up into me as he comes so hard his face blanks. Aftershocks rock our bodies and flush through all four of us.
Trick embraces me and tucks my head into the crook of his neck. He rocks us gently while we all settle from the overwhelming feeling of the bonds being completed and all that comes with it.
We did it.
I’m covered in bruises and bite marks.
The guys are scratched to hell too.
It’ll be enough. It has to be.
And it’ll be for us alone how loving, sweet, and sexy all of it was.
It was . . . perfect.
Now to convince everyone else.