“I feel…” Luca collapses onto a bean bag, arms outstretched with a blissed-out expression. “Fucking incredible, like I’m weightless.”
Unfortunately—or fortunately for me, depending on how you look at it—bonding with Luca seems to have reignited my hunger for cock. I thought my heat was ebbing, but an uncomfortable prickling makes my skin itch, and I’m struggling to stand still.
“Sabs?” Adler is immediately at my side as I wobble. “What…?”
“Woah.” I hold his arm to steady myself. “I thought we were nearing the end of my heat, but my body is demanding…”
Orin rubs his chin. “Bonding with Luca must have had that effect.”
Luca’s face falls. “I’m sorry, I?—”
“Don’t you dare apologize.” I point at him, his mouth snapping shut. I smile at him, admiring the raw indentations on his neck with pride. “I needed you, and now…” I lick my lips, my attention zoning in on Drax and Orin, the two alphas whose marks I don’t yet wear. The alphas my inner omega is begging to claim. I need them more than I’ve ever needed anything.
For the last few days, I’ve been in such a sex-fueled haze, caught between chasing away my discomfort with pleasure and cozy cuddles that I haven’t thought much about our bonding pact, but now it’s all I can think about. My body seems to sense Drax and Orin’s absence and is pushing me to close the gap between us. Without them, I’ll never feel complete.
An almost magnetic urgency propels me closer to them. Adler and Luca must have some insight into my emotions as they’re both grinning.
“Now is the time to complete our family,” I declare.
Drax gestures at the delicious spread of goodies that Orin’s neatly laid out. “But your croissants?—”
“Fuck the croissants.” I pluck the one he’s holding from his hand, dropping it to the floor. “I want you, Drax.” I push my breasts against his chest. His nostrils flare as my perfume spikes, his jaw clenches as his concerns over our abandoned brunch seem to vanish. “Right now.”
He picks me up, carrying me over to the bed, and throws me down with an almost possessed look in his eyes. Adler moves to join us, but Orin plants a hand on his chest.
“This is their moment.” Orin stops him. “They need to do this alone.”
With an aggressive swipe of his giant hands, Drax rips open my gown. He parts my legs and dives between them, myslick already coating my thighs, always in a permanent state of readiness for him. Drax seems to have lost control of himself as he laps at my folds, pulling me onto his face, licking with a frantic eagerness.
“He’s going into a rut!” I hear Adler say. “What if he hurts her?”
“He won’t.” Orin sounds sure, so I just enjoy Drax’s unrelenting need for me, relishing in the way his tongue is ravishing me. “We wait here. That’s an order.”
My inner omega rises to the surface as my body begins to act of its own accord.
“Knot,” I whimper, tugging on his dark hair. As good as his tongue feels, I need him to be so buried inside me that I forget my own name. “Please.”
He grunts, slurping up my slick one last time before climbing on top of me. I cry out when he enters me in one brutal thrust, loving the way he’s claiming my body. He pounds inside me hard and fast, putting all of his force behind each vigorous slam of his hips.
“Claim me, alpha,” I plead. “Make me yours.”
He grabs a handful of my hair, using it to twist my head and push the side of my face into the pillows, exposing my neck to him. My pussy squeezes him tightly as his mouth hovers over my skin. He pauses, as if coming out of whatever frenzy he’s in. I see a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. I didn’t know it was possible for an alpha to come out of a rut-like trance so fast, but Drax pauses.
“What do I…?” He looks lost, but I’m getting impatient, bucking my hips upward, craving the release that he’s been edging.
“Bite her, Drax.” Orin’s calm voice comes from the other side of the room. “Follow your instincts.”
Seemingly injected with newfound confidence, Drax plunges into me deeply, holding himself there.
“It’s always been you, Sabs,” he whispers, quiet enough for only me to hear before his soft stubble tickles my neck, his lips grazing my delicate skin before he bites me.
Everything feels right as soon as his teeth cut into my skin.
I writhe in pleasure—not only from the orgasm consuming me but from the way an invisible force is binding us together. I claw at his muscular back as he thrusts, his swell growing until he grunts and seals us together as he comes.
Memories swim in my mind’s eye, transporting me back in time. Drax’s safe presence streams through my veins, my steady anchor. He gives me the unwavering, unconditional comfort of knowing that he’ll always be there for me, no matter what.
While he shudders, convulsing with rapture as our bond takes form, I bite into his shoulder to stop myself from screaming, leaving my mark on his broad shoulder.
