Chapter 33 Bites, Bonds and Bliss #2
Thayer doesn’t waste time, pressing a hand between my shoulder blades until I’m flat on Grieves’ chest, who’s hands slide up from my hips to wrap around my back and hold me steady as the professor replaces his fingers with the blunt tip of his cock.
“Slowly,” Forsythe reminds him.
“Oh, fuck,” I hear Piers choke out and I twist my head to find Court has him in a similar position to the one I’m in, on his knees, face pressed into the mattress. The alpha is behind him, poised and ready to enter his tight hole.
Court smirks. “Thought we’d do it together.”
The idea of that makes my inner muscles clench and Grieves groans. “Don’t do that, bubbles. Please. I’m barely keeping it together as it is.”
I open my mouth to tell him to blame Court and Piers, but all that comes out is a breathy little moan as Thayer pushes forward inch by slow inch. I watch as Court does the same to Piers, and the ecstasy on both of their faces only serves to fan mine higher.
“Oh, fuck. I can feel you,” Grieves growls. “I can feel you filling her. It's making her so tight.”
The pressure is exquisite, almost too much. A whine pulls out of me and Thayer pauses.
“Look at me, Florence,” Forsythe demands. My eyes flutter open to find him bent over to my level, expression cautious. “How are you feeling, love?”
I blink at him trying to process the question and the tinge of worry that laces through it. Can’t he see how I’m doing? I’m so good I can’t even form coherent sentences, which becomes apparent when I open my mouth and all that comes out is a sound like ‘uhnggg’.
Court chuckles. “I think that means she’s good. All I’m feeling from her is pleasure.”
“Is Court right, omega?” Forsythe asks, leaning in to nuzzle my face. “You like taking two of your alphas at once?”
I nod, a little frantic and this time I manage to answer. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Thayer moves again, pushing and pushing and pushing until I’m so full of both of them.
His hips meet my ass and the only thing I can do is make a helpless little whine, which grows into a scream when they start moving, alternately fucking me.
Their hands grip and hold me steady as they do, making the only thing I have to do is just… take it.
I really am a pillow princess.
Grieves starts growling filthy things in my ear about how I feel so good, how I’m such a good omega, how I look so pretty taking both of them.
His words, Thayer’s grunted breaths heavy in my ear, the sight of Court fucking Piers, Forsythe’s warm assurance, all serve to make my pleasure ratchet higher and higher.
“Deeper,” I pant out. “More.”
The world blurs and shifts as they move us until we’re sitting upright, gravity working for us and giving me what I need. “Gonna knot you now,” Grieves growls.
“Together,” Forsythe orders.
I feel Thayer nod against my shoulder. “Together.”
“Be a good omega and let them in, cor mea,” my prime says.
And even though he doesn’t use a bark, I swear I feel my inner muscles release the slightest bit more and they both sink in deeper, their swollen knots lodging deep inside me.
I scream as my orgasm hits. They both roar as their cocks jerk, spilling inside me.
Their eyes meet over my head, unspoken words between them, but I can guess what they are, given that the next moment they strike together, each bending to one side of my neck, teeth sinking deep.
I cry out at the spike of pain, but it fades to a loud moan as the ache is replaced by pure bolt-hot pleasure.
I come on their knots, squeezing both tight. Thayer grunts against my flesh, teeth still buried, as he floods my ass with more cum.
“Now you, Ren,” Forsythe says almost reverently as the first stirrings of my bond with them uncurl in my chest. “Bite them back.”
My jaw aches at the command, even though I know he didn’t bark at me. Grieves growls when I lace my fingers into the long strands of hair and pull. His grey eyes blaze, my blood is smeared on his mouth and chin, he looks feral. Perfect.
When I tug on his hair harder, telling him without words what I need, his lip pulls back into a vicious snarl, but he moves, keeping his gray eyes on me. My teeth sink in, blood floods my mouth. Grieves groans, his hips bucking into me again, his cock spilling again.
“Mine,” he says, sounding awed and possessive. But even still he carefully urges me away from his throat, cupping the back of my head to hold me steady as Thayer curls around me, bringing his neck closer to me. “Ready, killer?”
I nod and a second later I strike, biting him just under his jaw, in the same place I bit all of our other pack mates, high enough that shirt collars won’t hide it. High enough for it to always be on display.
The professor grunts, a low almost pained sound and then he cums again.
The contrast between the two of them is almost startling in its intensity. But it makes my toes curl all the same.
Thayer’s bond is precise. Measured.
Grieves’ bond hits like a storm. Heavy. Immediate. Unrelenting.
The moment Thayer’s lands, something sharp and electric floods through me, racing along my nerves like lightning. Calm and focused and aware. It steals my breath, not because it overwhelms me, but because it clarifies everything.
Thayer.
Always thinking, always analyzing—until now, when he lets it go and just feels.
The intensity of Grieves’ drives the air from my lungs as something deep and ancient snaps into place.
A claim rooted in protection.
A wall slamming up around me, solid and immovable, wrapping me in something fierce and unbreakable. Safety. Strength. Protection.
Mine to guard. Mine to keep.
The thought isn’t mine, alone. It's a thought that belongs to all of us in the bond. Possessive and loving.
Everything slows after that.
My body hums, my chest tight, my thoughts a little hazy as I try to catch up with everything I’m feeling—all of them, layered inside me, around me.
Four bonds.
Four pieces of them settling into me, into my bones, into my soul.
But there’s still one missing.
Forsythe.
My eyes flutter open to find him still right there, in front of me, watching every bit of me, making sure I’m still doing okay. My lips curl into a small sated smile and he blows out a breath before nodding once. Then he barks, “release your knots.”
Grieves and Thayer groan as they cum for a third time, and their bodies start to do as our prime demanded. “Court’s right,” Thayer mutters against my neck, lips pressed to his mating mark. “You are a cunt.”
The prince shrugs. “Never said I wasn’t.
Come here, cor mea,” he says gently, hooking his hands under my arms and lifting from between my two alphas.
An obscene amount of cum and slick gush out of me as he does.
And, though my cheeks heat with ridiculous embarrassment, there’s a round of groans and pleased curses from the rest of the pack.
“God, that’s a pretty sight,” Court mutters and Piers makes an agreeing humming noise. The beta’s eyes are at half-mast and he’s sporting a new bond mark on his neck. The sight of it makes my heart swell to nearly bursting.
Piers gives me a sweet smile, likely feeling my emotions through our bond. And I smile back, just as sweet.
“I think our beta needs more bites,” I murmur to the room at large and Piers beams at me. “He’s going to look so good claimed by all of us.”
“You’re right, omega.” Forsythe hums, as he lays me gently onto the mattress, and then sits back on his heels as he uses his hands to open me to his gaze.
I can only imagine what I look like. My cheeks flush, but I let him look.
He meets my gaze again. “Don’t worry. Thayer and Grieves are going to take care of him while I take care of you, yeah? ”
I nod, eyes wide and focused on him. “Yeah.”
The corner of his mouth ticks up. But he doesn’t move. Just sits there, cock rigid against his abs, taking in my flushed naked body, possession burning in his eyes.
“Sythe,” I whisper. “Please.”
He still doesn’t move. Even as Thayer and Grieves join Court and Piers, surrounding the beta in the same way I had been. “You know,” the prince says, almost musing. “I don’t think I could have designed a better omega for us.”
My brow wrinkles. “What?”
He finally moves, planting one hand by my hip as he crawls forward, until he’s hovering over me. “I mean, if I were to sit down and choose all of the things that would make my perfect omega, I don’t think I would have come even close to the perfection that is Florence Karlin.”
My fingers scrub through his neatly trimmed beard, my lips quirked into a half smile. “I think we both know I’m not perfect. And neither are you.”
“Far from it,” he easily agrees.
“But that’s what makes us fit, Sythe. All our imperfect jagged edges snap together like puzzle pieces. Until we’re one beautiful cohesive picture.”
He nods slowly. “You’re right. Not perfect, but perfect for us.”
“Perfect for each other,” I correct, winding my legs around his hips to try to bring him flush against me. “Now, stop talking and complete our pack, alpha.”
He chuckles, low and filthy. “With pleasure, omega. Gonna fuck all that cum right back inside you.”
One of the other males in the room groans at his words, and I don’t try to hide the way they make my skin prickle with goosebumps and my nipples harden into tight points.
He drops his weight into my hips, the hard ridge of his cock slipping easily through my folds. The tip bumps my clit and I suck in a sharp breath at the contact. When he does it again, I moan and try to arch into him, get greater friction, but one of his hands clamps onto my hip and holds me still.
“Greedy little omega,” He murmurs.
“Forsythe, I swear to god-” My threat cuts off on a moan as he notches the head of his cock at my entrance and starts pushing in at a fucking snail’s pace.