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He stills beneath me, chest heaving. His hands tighten on my hips. “Are you sure?” His voice is strained but crystal clear, the apex checking even now. “Are you lucid right now, sweetheart?”

I look straight into his eyes and nod without hesitation. “I have never been more sure of anything. I want this. I want you. All of you. Forever.”

The last word barely leaves my lips before Alex surges up and strikes. His teeth sink into the front of my neck on the left side of my throat, right over my scent gland.

The bite is sharp and perfect, pleasure and pain blending into one blinding flash of light. At the exact same moment his knot locks deep inside me, swelling to its full size and sealing us together.

The bond snaps into place like lightning striking water.

Alex’s emotions crash over me in a wave so powerful it steals my breath. Overwhelming love pours through the bond first, warm and endless, a love that sees every part of me and cherishes it. Fierce need to support and protect the entire pack follows, unshakeable. But pride in my strength and brilliance shines through brightest of all.

He sees me exactly as I am, the obsessive scientist who talks to insects and the omega who needs her pack. He will never ask me to be less. He will never dim my light.

Tears spill down my cheeks as I kiss him through the high of the bond. Our mouths move together in messy, perfect desperation while his knot pulses inside me. The most connected orgasm of my life rips through me, wave after wave of pleasure so intense my vision whites out. I clench around his knot, milking every drop as he groans my name against my lips.

We stay locked together as the bond settles deep in my chest. I feel every steady pulse of Alex’s love like my own heartbeat. His arms band around me, holding me safe while the new mark on the front of my throat throbs in the best way. The rest of the pack watches with awe, their scents braiding tighter around us.

The afterglow of Alex’s knot still pulses inside me as his fullness slowly eases. I lie against his chest for one more moment, breathing in his scent, but the heat doesn’t rest. It surges again, bright and playful this time, sparkling like sunlight breaking through clouds after rain. It pulls a fresh, needy whimper from my throat and turns my gaze across the nest toward Jamie.

He’s already watching me, light blue eyes sparkling with that familiar mischievous warmth. A smile tugs at my lips despite the fire racing through my veins. I crawl to him and push him onto his back with playful hands. Jamie laughs, the sound bright and delighted as I straddle his hips.

“There’s my girl,” he says, voice warm with affection. “Come here, Elodie. Take what you need.”

I sink down onto him in one smooth motion. He fills me perfectly, thick and hot, and the stretch pulls a moan from both of us. This time there is joy in every movement. I ride him with laughter bubbling between my moans, hips rolling in a needy and playful rhythm. Jamie’s hands grip my waist, guiding me as he thrusts up to meet me, his dimples flashing every time I make a particularly desperate sound.

The pack watches us with tender smiles. Alex’s hand rests on my lower back. Adrian strokes my thigh gently. Chase murmurs words of encouragement, his deep brown eyes soft with pride.

Jamie’s knot begins to swell and I grind down harder, chasing the edge. “Jamie,” I gasp, “Please.”

He surges up, one hand cupping the back of my head, and bites the front of my neck on the right side, opposite Alex’s mark. The moment his teeth sink in and his knot locks deep inside me, the bond snaps into place.

His emotions flood through me. Tantalizing, mischievous joy pours in first, bright and infectious. There is his constant desire to make me laugh, even on the hardest days. And underneath it all is the bright certainty that fun and love can exist alongside my dreams, that I never have to choose between being brilliant and being happy.

Tears of joy slip down my cheeks as I kiss him through the high, still locked tight on his knot.

Jamie’s joy is now part of me, and I have never felt more alive.

The next wave is sharper and more focused than the last. It pulls me straight to Adrian like a compass finding true north. Jamie’s knot has only just eased when I turn in the nest, slick and trembling, and crawl into his arms. My body is spent, but now that I have two of them burrowed into my soul, I can’t stop.

Adrian is already waiting, green eyes twinkling behind the faint haze of heat. He guides me gently onto my hands and knees, his touch worshipful, as if every movement is a careful experiment in pleasure. His chest presses to my back, his scent wrapping around me like a safe harbor. I arch for him, offering everything, and he slides inside me in one deliberate thrust.

The stretch is exquisite. He fills me completely, each stroke relaxed and unhurried. His breath ghosts over my shoulder as he murmurs against my skin.

“Look at you,” he whispers, with the same tone he uses when something fascinates him. “Taking me so perfectly. Your body knows exactly how to open for us. So wet. So responsive. You are exquisite, Elodie. Every single inch of you.”

I moan into the bedding, pushing back to meet every thrust. He keeps the pace slow and deep, one hand sliding around to circle my clit while the other braces beside my head. Praise and observations fall from his lips, each one making me clench tighter around him. “That’s the spot, isn’t it? Feel how you flutter when I hit it. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

His thick knot begins to swell insistently, pressing against my entrance with every measured thrust. I whimper, pushing back harder, chasing the fullness I already know I need. Adrian’s hand tightens on my hip. “Let it happen,” he murmurs. “I have you.”

His knot locks deep inside me at the same moment his teeth sink into the back of my neck, right where it curves toward my shoulder. The bite is clean and deliberate, pleasure exploding through the sting. The bond snaps into place like the final piece of a flawless equation.

Adrian’s emotions crash over me in a cool, brilliant wave. Calm intelligence floods me first, sharp and clear. Unwavering devotion follows, pure and endless. Beneath it all is the analytical certainty that I am the most fascinating and perfect thing in his world.

He sees my mind first, every curious question, every obsessive late night note, every specimen I lose myself in for hours. He loves all of it. He will never ask me to quiet that part of myself.

Tears slip down my cheeks as I press back against his knot, riding the deep, connected pulses of pleasure. Adrian’s arms wrap around me from behind, holding me close while his knot keeps us joined.

His mind is now part of mine, and I have never felt more completely known.