Sated, sleep takes me.
Cool, rough strokes down my thighs.
Empty again. Aching.It hurts.
Tangy lemony herbs and petrichor pull me awake. Cool hands on my forehead.
Come on, Balga. You need to drink.
Something cold in my mouth. Not pack. Wrong. I hiss. Scramble back.
Her fever's been high for three hours. She's getting dehydrated, Allen.
My mate's voice. His bond pulses.
I'm empty. Too empty. I whimper. I need my mates. My pack alpha.
I'll try.
My pack alpha. Holding me. I purr. Wriggle against him.
He puts me down in the nest. It smells like him, but not enough.
Open your mouth, Omega. Drink this, and you can take what you want.
Not a bark. Not a command. An offer.
He holds out a bottle. It smells wrong. I huff, and open my mouth.
I swallow what I'm given. Too cold. Too sweet. It makes my skin crawl. But it makes pack alpha happy.
Tangy herby lemon. Pack alpha strokes my hair. Pulls me to him. I nuzzle into his chest.
His scent soothes.
Good girl. Take what you want, little star.
I chirp and push him down into the nest. I crawl on top. Wriggle until he's filling me.
A groan. My alpha's voice.
Little sparks zip across my skin, following the trail left by his hands.
I lean over his face. My lips brush his. "Mine?"
Mine.
He's filling me. Soothing the ache. His lips across mine, over my cheek, down my shoulder. They graze, but do not bite. I mewl.Why hasn't he claimed me? I thought…
Take what's yours, Omega.
My teeth sink into his neck. My alpha moans.
His knot swells. His teeth sink into me. Lemony stinging bursts into popping peaks of pleasure.
And there. In my chest. The new bond. The one I'd been missing. It's there.
I gather it up as I crest between waves of pleasure. I bring it in with the others. I seal them in my heart. They're mine. All of them.
