Chapter 33 Bites, Bonds and Bliss #3
“I was raised to believe duty came before everything,” he says quietly, sliding slowly into me. My heart stutters, even as I arch to get him to move faster, go deeper. “I was wrong. You come before everything. Our pack comes before everything.”
The words settle into me, heavy and real and reassuring.
His forehead presses to mine. “You are not something I hide,” he murmurs. “You never will be.”
My breath catches. My fingers curl into his shoulders, trying to get him closer, to pull him into me. But he doesn’t rush, doesn’t hurry us to the finish line.
No, he just continues to push into me slowly, filling me inch by torturous inch, watching every micro expression.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs when he’s fully seated in the cradle of my hips.
I’d halfway hoped that he’d picked up the pace once he’d reached this point. This is the man who delights in commanding our sexual encounters. Loves telling us how to fuck and when. So surely, surely he’ll lose control a little.
But instead, he only drags his hips back, and slides in again. His pace is steady and slow and grinding. Like he’s just enjoying the feeling of being inside me, like he wants to keep us both simmering right on the edge for as long as he can.
Like some kind of sadist and masochist all rolled into one person.
And I think I love it.
Sweat slicks our skin. Our breaths leave us in pants. Moans and sighs and groans fill the air.
And still his pace stays steady.
This is love making. Not fucking. Not something feral and wild. It's a promise. A gentle claim. His fingers lace through mine, pressing my hands into the pillow, as he grinds slowly into me, his amber eyes focused on mine.
“You are mine,” he vows softly. “And I am yours.”
“Yes,” I whisper, tears slipping free, pleasure growing from a spark to a flame at the base of my spine. “Yes, Forsythe.”
He ducks his head until his mouth is over mine, hovering, sharing breath. We stay like that, his cock dragging slowly in and out over me, his knot grinding against my clit in a way that makes my toes curl against his ass.
“You ready, cor mea?”
“So ready,” I tell him, feeling frantic with need. “Please, alpha. Please. Need your knot. Need to come. Need your bite. Please.”
A feral light bursts in his eyes for the first time. His lip pulls back in a snarl and he grinds his knot into me a little harder, the top of it pushing inside until he pulls back. “You beg so pretty for your alpha, omega. So fucking pretty.”
I whine, nails digging into his skin, probably leaving marks, but I don’t care. I want him. I want this, and he’s being… stubborn.
“Now, alpha!” I don’t mean to bark at him. I really don’t. But it still snaps out of me.
“Finally.” Forsythe grins as his hips slam forward, his knot pushing into me and locking into place as we both come, crying out our pleasure at the same time.
A second later, he tilts his head, his teeth sink horizontally into the front of my throat, and the first flicker of our bond sparks to life in my chest.
“Now you, omega,” Forsythe murmurs, lifting my head to his neck. “Bite your alpha. Claim him.”
I do without hesitation, without question. My teeth sink into his neck, just under his jaw, and the bond between us flares and blooms, bright and hot and sweet, before it settles into… certainty. Solid and strong and calm.
The foundation on which all the other bonds in the pack can grow and build and thrive.
The last piece clicking into place.
He grins down at me, red smearing his teeth. “You feel gorgeous, cor mea. The brightest light of my soul.”
I smile back, tears pricking my eyes, pure happiness flowing through my veins, my own and theirs. Our pack.
Forsythe rolls us until he’s on his back and I’m draped over him, still locked on his knot. I nestle into him, as he wraps his arms around me.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Court grumbles as he flops next to us. “You go last so you can keep your knot in her.”
Forsythe shrugs, unapologetic. “Perks of being the prime. Come here, love. Let me see your new bites.”
I lift my head to find him looking at Piers, who shuffles closer to our other side, head tilted back just slightly, to show off his four new mating marks. “You should bite him too,” I murmur. “In the same place you bit me.”
I feel the flare of heat from both of them, telling me they like the idea, so I try to shift off the alpha, to give them the space to bond again. But his knot is still locked tight inside me and all I manage is to make us both hiss in both pain and pleasure.
“Don’t move, cor mea,” Forsythe growls, even as he reaches for Piers, hooking his hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down into a kiss that makes my toes curl just watching it.
Our prime shifts until his mouth is brushing Piers’ ear and he murmurs something, I can’t make out.
They shift and I watch, entranced, as Forsythe sinks his teeth into Piers’ neck.
The beta cries out. There’s a flare in our bonds, bright and sharp, and when it fades, I can feel our beta even stronger than I could before.
Like Forsythe somehow used his bite to bind Piers and I together even tighter, stronger.
I’m not even sure if that’s possible.
Piers pulls back, and Forsythe’s thumb brushes against the edge of the new mark. “So pretty. So ours.” His amber eyes flick to me. “Both of you.”
I make a happy little humming sound and snuggle down into his chest as someone drapes a blanket over us, settling into the feeling of the five bonds thrumming in my chest. In my heart, in my soul.
Their different forms of love fill me up…
Court, slightly chaotic but devoted.
Grieves, protection and possession.
Thayer, calm and focused.
Piers, warmth and pure joy.
And Forsythe-
It takes me a moment to parse out what he’s feeling: smug pride.
But why?
His hands stroke up and down my spine as I try to figure it out. I mean beyond just the obvious that we’re bonded now. A complete pack.
I think of the way he’d moved so slow, but steady, how he didn’t let go until I’d barked at him to, the way he’d grinned as he said, ‘finally’.
“You wanted me to bark at you.” My voice is barely a wisp of sound, my throat tender from all the crying out I’ve done and exhaustion.
He hums and squeezes me tighter against his chest. “I did.”
An unpleasant sensation settles in my stomach, and everyone in the pack must feel it because a moment later five sets of hands are stroking over me, petting me.
“What’s wrong, cor mea?” Forsythe asks, lacing his fingers into my hair to tug my head up gently. I meet his eyes and force the words out. They already know something is wrong, it won’t help to try to deny it.
“Why did you need me to command you to bond with me, Sythe? Is it… was that the only way you could bring yourself to do it? For me to force it?”
“No, no, cor mea. Of course not.” He’s quick to reassure me. “I wanted the choice to be yours. To put the power in your hands, just like before when I knelt for you in the kitchen.”
“You can feel him, yeah?” Thayer asks, kneading the muscles in my shoulders. “You can feel how bloody happy he is to have you bonded to him, to us.”
I can feel that, but I’ve had months of Forsythe not choosing me. And it’s hard to just… overcome that.
“I can promise you, we were going to end up bonded tonight no matter what, Florence,” He tells me cupping my cheek to keep my gaze on him.
“I was a few thrusts away from giving you my knot anyway. I was absolutely feral with the need for it. I just thought you might appreciate being in control of the timing.”
His certainty settles in my chest, in my bones. And he must feel the shift in me because he grins. “Also, I like the idea of you being needy and frantic enough to forget yourself and bark at me. It's a bloody kink I didn’t know I had until you.”
“You like me barking at you?”
“We probably all would, Pix.” Court leans over and smacks a kiss on my shoulder. “Afterall we live to serve you.”
I give a slow shake of my head. “You really shouldn’t have told me that. I’m going to turn into a dictator. Barking at you for the most ridiculous things. ‘Bring me new socks.’ ‘More ice.’ ‘That painting is off center. Fix it.’”
Grieves chuckles. “Then I look forward to the new omega regime.”
“We look forward to it, sunshine,” Piers corrects. “Besides we know you would never abuse that power.”
“Excellent. My feminine wiles are working and you don’t suspect a thing.” I give my version of an evil laugh, though it's more sleepy than evil.
“Get some rest, you adorable evil genius,” Court says, fondly.
My eyes are already drifting closed.