Chapter 16
Blair
I wake up warm, sore, and irrevocably claimed.
The first thing that registers is the solid weight of Sol behind me, her arm locked around my waist like she’s afraid I might vanish if she loosens her grip even a fraction.
Roxie is pressed tight to my front, though she seems to be more curled around me then against me like usual.
It takes me a few moments to remember last night, how they took me over and over and over again.
Then I feel the stiffness in my neck. Two fresh bites are on either side of my throat, one from Sol, one from Roxie. The skin is still tender, a permanent claim that I’m now starting to remember. God, I don’t think I’ve begged for something so hard in my entire life.
We also never talked about bonds even if we’ve mentioned forever a few times. I raise my hands up to cover the newest wounds, shooting up to sit straight. “Fuck.”
Sol and Roxie sit up with me, looking guilty as hell, both of them holding their breath. A heavy wave of guilt and fear flood through the bond, my mind going dizzy with it. They’re waiting for me to freak out. To pull away. To tell them they took too much, too fast.
But, I don’t want to say all of that.
I just sit there for a long moment, letting the reality settle into my bones.
Two claiming bites. Two Alphas who lost control in the middle of my heat and bit me because they couldn’t stop themselves.
But that’s not the truth. I begged them for it.
A slow, stupid wave of possessiveness rolls through me so strong my scent spikes, cherry syrup bleeding into the air around us.
No one has ever wanted to bite me before.
I’ve never gotten that far with anyone. Never been wanted like that.
Never been chosen so completely that someone would sink their teeth in and say mine.
And yeah, this is hella fast, but I’ve been pining after these two women since the first day I walked into Sol’s gym and decided to make myself the biggest, loudest problem she’d ever had.
I can’t even pretend it wouldn’t have happened eventually.
The way they looked at me, the way they touched me, the way they needed me… it was always going to end here.
I slip out from between them carefully, legs a little shaky, and pad to the bathroom, staring at my reflection.
The bites are beautiful. Sol’s mark sits on the left side of my throat, perfectly centered where everyone will see it the second I pull on my singlet.
Roxie’s is on the right, slightly lower, a little sharper like she was a bit more conscious when she did it.
I touch both marks with careful fingers, a little moan slipping out of me before I can stop it.
The fresh bond flares between us, Sol’s relief crashing into Roxie’s guilt and my own giddy possessiveness until the three feelings tangle together in my chest like they’ve always belonged there.
I feel them. Both of them. Terrified I’m going to run. Terrified they took something I didn’t want to give.
I turn off the light and walk back to the bed.
Sol and Roxie are sitting up fully now, sheet pooled around their waists, eyes locked on me like I’m a bomb that might go off at any second. I climb onto the mattress and kneel in front of them, already grinning. “Shut up,” I say before either of them can speak.
Sol’s mouth opens anyway. I put two fingers over her lips.
“I loved it,” I tell them. “I wanted it. I even begged for it! You guys didn’t do anything wrong.
The bites make me feel chosen. Not just wanted for my body.
Chosen. Like you decided I’m yours and you’re not letting me go.
” I point to the marks on my throat, tracing them lightly with my fingertips.
“Yeah, it’s too soon. I get that. But I’m not mad.
You’re stuck with me now. Both of you.” I grin, the expression shaky but real. “Deal with it.”
Sol exhales like she’s been holding her breath for hours.
The relief that floods the bond is so strong it makes my eyes sting.
Roxie makes a broken sound and yanks me down into her lap.
She kisses me like she’s trying to climb inside me, her tongue sliding against mine until neither of us can breathe.
I moan into her mouth, my hands fisting in her hair, my body melting against hers.
Sol leans in and presses her lips to the fresh bite on my left shoulder, nursing it gently with soft kisses and little licks that send sparks down my spine.
“If you had put it between my thighs or something,” I gasp against Roxie’s mouth, “I might be angry. How the hell would I wrestle?”
A relieved laugh falls from Sol’s lips. “I really thought you’d be angry.” I just shake my head as her hand slides between me and Roxie, wrapping around my cock in one firm stroke. “I still can give you another bite if you like.”
I break the kiss with a sharp cry as she starts jerking me off, her thumb dragging over the piercing exactly the way I like.
Roxie holds me tight, her teeth grazing the fresh bite she left there.
I come hard between them, spilling over Sol’s fingers with a wrecked moan, body shaking apart in their arms like I was made to fall apart for them.
Sol raises her hand and Roxie leans in without hesitation, licking every drop off her fingers, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. The sight alone makes my spent cock twitch again.
Sol strokes my back, her voice softer than usual. “Do you still feel hot? Any more heat symptoms?”
I shake my head, still catching my breath.
“I really don’t know what that was. Maybe my body was recalibrating after the new batch of suppressants I started taking.
I’ll have to figure it out, but none of the other heat stuff is happening.
No cramps, no fever, no insane nesting urges… just the spike last night.”
Though insane nesting urges would be the equivalent of me following Sol and Roxie around like a lost puppy. I don’t want to do any of that... yet. Someone’s phone starts vibrating.
Sol pats around the blankets for it. Roxie reaches over and snatches it first. She looks at the screen and grimaces. “Fuck. We’re being summoned.”
Sol raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean we?”
Roxie turns the phone so we can both see the email.
“Apparently, all three of us are being called to the dean. Right now.”
I stare at the screen, the afterglow of this morning fading fast. I lean back against Sol’s chest and let out a shaky laugh. “Well,” I say, voice lighter than I feel, “at least we look well-fucked. Should make the meeting interesting.”