Chapter 42
Bites and Bonds
JOHANNA
For several fleeting moments, I can pretend I’m nineteen and dating my first-ever alpha.
It’s just so easy to be with him. Years—rather, decades—fall away as his smell envelops me.
The same light glows in his eyes. He touches me with the same gentleness and surprise that we’re in a bed together as he did way back then.
He always took time to care for me, ensuring both my head and body were with him in the moment.
He watched for what touches and movements gave me pleasure.
He had a reputation for fighting before I met him, justified, as he admitted both then and now, but his alpha rode him easy when we were together.
We disagreed on various matters, most of which I don’t remember anymore and argued—loudly—on many occasions, but he never fought with me.
Except my body reminds me I’m not nineteen anymore, and nowhere near as flexible. I can only hold certain positions for so long before my knees, back, or wrists protest; still, the things we can still do together outweigh the losses.
Though Dan may have a harder time getting me out of my head now than then; because the matter of bites lurks at the back of my thoughts.
Never quite pushed aside even as I get his shirt off and have the joy of exploring his broad chest. Of brushing my hands over the fine dusting of silver hair on his pecs that matches his head.
Finding that he’s still a little ticklish along the sides.
He gets my shirt and bra off, apart from a brief bobble, when some of my hair gets caught in a tangle of fabric and he has to pause. Though my body sags a bit in general, my nipples perk right up when he cups my breasts in his warm hands and rubs his thumbs over the furling buds.
It's at that point when other scents mix with ours. I knew Corin and Nathan watched. Decades of sharing Max’s heats with various alphas mostly inured me to having sex in front of others, but there’s an added zing knowing they’re there—that they’re watching me, since the alphas in Max’s heats tended to focus on him—and catching glimpses of their intent faces out of the corners of my eyes.
The increase in their scents means something more to Dan than me. I smell it and assume they’re enjoying the sights. His nostrils flare, and the musk infusing his scent increases, tickling my nose.
“Do you want to watch as well as be watched?” he whispers in my ear as he pulls down my pants and underwear in one go.
I look, and there’s no doubt as to my answer. We rearrange ourselves so we can both stand witness to the beauty that is two dominants coming together with respect and need.
Still compelling and glorious in my eyes when Corin bites Nathan.
I didn’t see Nathan bite Dan, only the aftermath: Nathan’s lips stained with blood, drops tracing lines down Dan’s arms, and their matching stunned expressions.
This coming together appears far more natural, organic, and deliberate. Nathan’s head falls back as Corin mouths along his neck. Teeth flash. Corin bites. Then, pure joy fills Nathan’s face as he comes, his delight mirrored on Corin’s as he gasps and does likewise.
Tears trickle down their faces as they stay together, hands and bodies aligned, relaxing. Oh, their expressions: Nathan, still joyful, and Corin, full of awe.
“It’s beautiful.” They don’t hear me.
Dan leans down and puts his head against me, cheek to cheek, his damp with tears to match the other alphas. Turning, I find his gaze on them, an echo of Nathan’s joy on his face.
I kiss Dan, trying to sip some of that joy from his lips.
Within moments, we’re again prone on the bed, chest to chest, belly to belly. Only the thin fabric of his sweatpants separates his thick cock from my pussy. No lube will be needed, though Dan retrieves the second bottle in my bedside table, just in case.
His lips quirk to the side, and a devilish light glints in his eyes. “Do you still like to be licked and sucked and fingered?”
“Try and find out.”
With that implicit permission, he dives down and feasts.
Fingers and tongue swirl around my clit and pussy until I’m arching, gasping for air, and pleading for release.
For me this is probably the biggest difference between using toys and choosing how I pursue pleasure.
Part of the pain and glory of sex with Dan—or Corin—is how they push me, play with my responses, surprise me, and help me surprise myself as each touch makes every mote of my body come alive.
Until my climax hits and I lose myself in a burst of pleasure.
When I return to myself, I’m on my back against the bed, sheets damp beneath me. Dan lies on his side next to me, stroking my face.
“Are you ready for more?” Dan gulps, an unexpected show of nerves, then shakes his head, seeming to grow more confident—or perhaps buoyed, for Nathan appears behind him, running a hand across Dan’s shoulders and clearly providing support.
Corin settles on my other side, stroking my arm and bending to nuzzle his cheek against my neck.
“You decide.” I tell Dan. No matter that we’d discussed this earlier and calculated it would be easier for all three of them to bite me if I rode him; it’s still his first time, and he can change his mind if he prefers.
Granted, I also feel deliciously languid and have no objection to him doing more of the work.
“You on top, then.” Dan glances at Corin then back at Nathan. The wound on Nathan’s neck has already scabbed over, and Dan’s is mostly healed, the scar’s colors lovely against his skin. “You’ll keep me from biting before she’s ready, or if she changes her mind at the last minute?” Dan asks them.
Neither responds, but something passes between the trio that I’m not part of. I don’t feel excluded, but neither am I in the know—not yet.
“Then let’s get started.” I push lightly at Dan’s shoulders. It’s not enough to roll him over, especially with Nathan behind.
But Nathan moves, allowing Dan to lie back. It’s almost a reverse of yesterday, this time, Nathan’s arm cradles Dan’s shoulders, hands ready to keep him from rising.
I sit up and swing a knee over Dan. My knees creak a warning that I only have so long before they’ll protest. Guess I need to start doing yoga more regularly.
Dan’s cock is hard and bends forward just enough that my pussy brushes its underside.
The last vestiges of pleasure still tingle in my nerves, but my body’s cooling.
“May I help?” Corin asks, rubbing my shoulders, fingertips circling lower with each pass, closer to my breasts, which start to firm up in response. Warmth and arousal flows in dual circles through my body: one from Corin’s touch, the other Dan’s cock teasing my clit as I sway.
“Yes.” I lean back against Corin, letting him take some of my weight as he cups my breasts.
His mouth is hot against my neck. We agreed he could bite there, while Nathan and Dan will aim for the top of my shoulders.
Corin doesn’t bite, not yet, but his teeth pull at my skin from chin to shoulder on one side, then back up the other.
Nathan bends over Dan, kissing him and doing something that makes Dan shift and arch, pressing his cock harder against my clit. His knot starts to swell.
Reaching between us, I adjust his cock and sink down slowly. He’s as thick as Corin and maybe a little longer, filling me, stretching me, even before the top of his knot catches at the edge of my pussy.
Their scents meld, so heavy with lust that even I can catch it, taste it. Even better than yesterday, coming from three of them, rather than just one.
Corin’s pinching and tweaking my breasts with one hand; the other arm stretches across my belly to rub my clit. All the while, he works at my neck, though he’s settled on a spot to the right, just above my collarbone. I never knew he was so capable at multitasking.
Dan’s hips cant upward, thrusting as I rise and descend. Nathan can’t swallow all Dan’s gasps and moans.
Knowing that this is Dan’s first time, that he waited for me even if he didn’t know it, gives an added spice.
There’s a bitter edge—all the years lost—but it makes the sweet all the sweeter, because we’re finding our way back together, both stronger and better suited to withstand the storms that will surely come.
We have the present. That’s the only guarantee. I’ll drink every drop of this, etch it in my memory to take out and polish whenever I need to relive a moment of joy.
“Now.” Eyes wide open and fixed on Dan, I let my weight pull me down onto his knot.
I catch only a fleeting glimpse of pleasure shining on his face before his knot stretches, swells, fills me full, and presses just the right way to fill my whole body with pure delight.
Something stings where my neck meets my shoulder, but the brief flash of pain only pushes me higher.
Dan’s cock jerks and hot cum fills me as pain flares on another shoulder, overlapped by a second instants later.
Suddenly, they’re there within me, the three of them. Dan’s joy at knotting and binding flood me, even as he moves, his knot shifting minutely within me, triggering another round of elation.
A finger strokes my bottom lip as I pant.
“Try, Johanna,” Corin says.
Something presses against my teeth. Sweet cider coats my tongue. Dan moves, and his knot presses a particularly sensitive spot.
I bite.
Copper blood fills my mouth—blech—but the sweet tang of cider eases the sour. My bond with Corin thickens, strengthens. The connection is no stronger than with Nathan or Dan, but there’s a sense of permanence, of choice affirmed, confirmed, doubled.
I sink back against Corin, and he eases me down next to Dan, who rolls to the side. Each movement sends additional ripples of pleasure through me—and, thus, them—and from Dan back to me. Lesser echoes through Corin and Nathan. On and on, extending our joy far past anything I’ve felt before.
At length, when Dan’s knot finally eases and we part, Corin and Nathan care for us, clean us, and help us transfer to Corin’s clean, dry bed before we all collapse together.
They haven’t asked about my biting Nathan or Dan back. I’m not volunteering, but surely some of my emotions bleed through.
Not now, not yet, but I suspect it won’t take very long—a month or two, maybe three—before I’ll have to push through my distaste for biting two more times.
“Don’t worry.” Corin kisses my temple as he spoons behind me. “We have now. Tomorrow will take care of itself.”
He’s right, but so am I—it’s just a matter of time.
The void left by Max’s death remains. He was so much a part of my life that nothing can fill it. Yet with the bonds to Corin, Dan, and Nathan, I’m enlarged and can hold more than before. I’m ready to change the world to fit the new, remade me.
The remade us.
I sleep with my pack and am at ease.