"Yes—yes—Alpha, please—" He slammed into me one final time, hard and deep, and the knot caught. I screamed as it stretched me impossibly wide, the burn of it sharp and bright, my body resisting for one agonizing moment before it gave way. The knot popped past my rim and locked into place, and I came so hard my vision whited out.
The orgasm was unlike anything I'd ever experienced—violent, consuming, endless. My whole body convulsed around him, my inner walls clamping down on his knot, milking his cock as he roared above me. I felt him come—felt the first hot pulse of his release flooding my core, then another, and another, the knot keeping every drop locked inside me.
We were tied together now, locked in the most intimate way possible, his cock still twitching inside me as he emptied himself in waves. The pressure was intense—his knot pressing against my g-spot, his cock impossibly deep, the fullness bordering on too much—and I came again, a smaller aftershock that made me whimper and clutch at him.
"Fuck," Garrett gasped, collapsing onto his elbows above me, careful not to crush me with his weight even now. His face found the crook of my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. "Fuck, Daphne, that was—you're—Christ."
I couldn't respond. I was floating somewhere outside my body, tethered only by the knot still pulsing inside me and the weight of his body pressed against mine. Every tiny movement sent sparks of overstimulated pleasure through me, and I could feel my walls still fluttering around him, still milking him, greedy for every drop he had to give. We lay there for long minutes, breathing together, his knot slowly beginning to soften. Every now and then his cock would twitch, spilling another pulse of warmth inside me, and I'd clench around him, making him groan.
"The mark," I managed eventually, my voice wrecked, barely recognizable. "Garrett—mark me?—"
He lifted his head, and his eyes were wild, pupils blown so wide they'd swallowed the dark brown almost entirely. "You sure? You want my mark too?"
"Need it," I breathed, tilting my neck to expose the unmarked side—the opposite from Oliver's bite. "Need to be yours."
He didn't hesitate. His teeth found the junction of my neck and shoulder, right where my pulse fluttered against my skin. I felt his breath ghost over me, hot and damp, felt his lips press against my flesh in an almost-kiss.
"Mine," he growled low and wanting…then he bit down. The pain was sharp, electric, his teeth breaking through skin with a pressure that made me cry out. Almost instantly, it transformed into pleasure, a rush of endorphins flooding my system, a wave of sensation that made me come again around his still-locked knot.
The bond snapped into place like a live wire, crackling through my veins. I could feel him now—feel his fierce devotion,his protective fury, his desperate, all-consuming love. It was different from Oliver's bond—earthier, rawer, like the roots of an ancient tree anchoring me to the ground. Where Oliver was warm and golden, Garrett was solid and unshakeable, bedrock beneath my feet.
When he pulled back, his lips were stained red with my blood, and his expression was something close to reverence.
"Your turn," he said roughly, tilting his head to expose his own neck. "Make me yours, omega."
I surged up—as much as the knot would allow—and sank my teeth into his shoulder. The taste of copper flooded my mouth, hot and bright, and I felt him shudder above me, his cock twitching inside me, spilling one last pulse of release. The bond strengthened, solidified, became something unbreakable and eternal.
When I released him, we were both breathing hard, both marked, both changed.
"Mine," I whispered, touching the bite on his shoulder, watching a bead of blood well up and trickle down his chest.
"Yours," he agreed, pressing his forehead to mine. "Always have been. Just took you a while to claim me." We lay there, locked together, his knot slowly softening inside me. The heat had receded again—not gone, but quieted, satisfied for now. Two marks on my neck, two bonds thrumming through my veins, two pieces of my soul that now belonged to someone else.
Two down. Two to go.
Garrett eventually rolled us onto our sides, still connected, his arms wrapped around me like he couldn't bear to let go. His hand splayed across my stomach, possessive and warm, and I could feel his cum inside me, kept there by his slowly deflating knot.
"Rest," he murmured against my hair, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "The next wave will come soon." I nodded,exhaustion tugging at my edges. But even as I drifted, I could feel the heat beginning to stir again, embers glowing in the darkness.
Levi was waiting…and I couldn't wait to claim him too.
Chapter Fifty-Four
Daphne
The third wave came quickly…it warm and electric, building slowly on the horizon before sweeping over me in a rush of heat and want. I was still tangled in Garrett's arms when it started, his knot finally soft enough to slip free, leaving me empty and aching and already desperate for more. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, right over his fresh mark, and the tenderness of it made my chest tight.
"Levi's turn," he rumbled against my skin, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Try not to wear him out too fast. He's been bouncing off the walls down there." I laughed, or tried to—it came out more like a whimper as another wave of heat pulsed through me, making my thighs clench and my core throb. Garrett pressed one last kiss to my hair and extracted himself from the nest, gathering his discarded jeans and slipping out the door.
For a moment, I was alone. The nest smelled like sex—like Oliver's Rum and Garrett's cider and my own arousal, all tangled together in the sweat-damp sheets. I could feel their releases still inside me, warm and claiming, and the marks on my neckthrobbed in time with my heartbeat. Two bonds hummed in the back of my mind, golden threads connecting me to two of my alphas.
The door swung open, and Levi bounded in like a golden retriever who'd been told he was finally allowed on the furniture.
"Hi, gorgeous." His voice was warm, bright, practically vibrating with barely contained energy. He was barefoot, shirtless, wearing only a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants that did absolutely nothing to hide his arousal—the thick line of him clearly visible through the thin fabric, straining against the cotton. His golden hair was mussed, sticking up in about twelve different directions, and his silver-gray eyes were bright with want and joy and something that looked almost like disbelief.
"Is it really my turn?" he asked, already climbing into the nest, his weight making the mattress dip. "I've been going crazy down there. Could smell you through the whole house. Garrett came down looking like he'd seen God and I thought I was going to die waiting."
I reached for him, and he came willingly, eagerly, settling over me with a grin that made my heart flip even through the haze of heat. Up close, I could see the flush on his cheeks, the rapid pulse beating in his throat, the way his pupils had blown wide. His scent wrapped around me—sunshine and honey and something bright like citrus, and I breathed him in like he was oxygen.
