Page 55 of Bonds and Beasts

It’s been two days since our omega’s biannual heat started and we’ve had her in every combination imaginable. I could personally live in my omega’s scent. Taking care of her has been a bonding experience for our pack. Focusing on our omega has united us in a way I wasn’t aware we desperately needed. Before her heat, our pack was good and solid. The pack we’ll be when we emerge from her heat will be unbreakable with her at our center. The person who possesses all of our adoration.

We’ve taken turns making sure she’s fed and hydrated. We’ve kept her clean in the attached en suite bathroom, gentle hands running over skin still slick with us. We’ve made sure each alpha has gotten the rest and care they need. But she’s been in her omega instincts this entire time. I miss Adison—I miss her smiling at Dean, her sitting in my lap, her laughter when she plays with Colt, her care for others on set, and how she makes every room seem fuller and brighter.

So when she opens her eyes and I see green, I’m more than relieved. Her heat has finally broken. She smiles into my face lying next to me, soft and glowing.

“Good morning?” Adison asks, and I chuckle.

“It’s very much good evening, Beauty. We thought you were going to be in heat for a third day for a minute,” I tease.

Her eyes flutter and her body moves against the pillows. A new, brighter, purer scent fills the nest, like the first buds in the spring after rain. It's clean, sweet, and carrying the faint, mouthwatering trace of how thoroughly we’ve claimed her.

“Bond now?” she asks so prettily that my cock kicks between my legs, already half-hard and thickening fast. My teeth ache to be in her. I finally can indulge that instinct.

“Yes, mate. If you’re ready.” Her chin tips back, neck stretching, submitting to me so beautifully.

Mine.

My alpha heart can’t take it. I roll so that I’m hovering above her, one arm on each side of her head. My knees nudge her legs apart and the tip of my cock grazes over her slit. She's hot, soft, and still so slick it leaves a glossy smear along my length. I press an open-mouthed kiss to the column of her throat, tasting salt and her.

She sighs out a breath and I bite her, my fangs going deep. Her moan is filthy-sweet as I thrust into her, burying myself to the root in one long slide. She’s still so open for me, walls fluttering around my cock like she’s welcoming me home. I push deeper, grinding, and in a few short thrusts my knot pops in with a wet, heavy stretch. She comes around my cock instantly, milking me in tight, rhythmic pulses. Her slick gushes around the base of my knot as pleasure rips through her. The bond begins solidifying into a hazy path between her thoughts and mine. Emotions stream through. Her orgasm lights it up bright and golden, but layered on top of that is love and devotion so strong I could drown in it.

I extract my teeth gently and then lick the bite mark over and over again, slow and thorough, forcing another orgasm to wrap through us. She shudders, cunt clenching hard around my locked knot, more slick spilling hot between us while I heal my mark with every careful stroke of my tongue.

“I love you Beauty. I’ll always be yours.” My head tips to the side and I don’t even need to ask.

“I love you too.” Adison whispers in my ear before she bites me. The sting is sharp but short, and then the bond between us snaps into crystal clear focus. Instantly, I’m filled with her thoughts and feelings. They’re of home and love and need. A lucid picture comes through of her relief when she saw me after being rescued from Lumi. Her feelings when I took over care of her. Her love for each of my packmates, and I’m certain that I have the perfect mate.

She releases me and pulls back, she’s smiling through big, happy tears that I instantly kiss away.

My beautiful mate.

Adison

Bello is a living stream of consciousness within me. It feels like a string ties my mind to his. Emotions and simple thoughts can travel down the string. And what I feel from him is mostly awe and love so powerful that I know that it’s going to destroy me. No one can feel this much love for themselves from another person without it going straight to their heads. He’s going to make me an egomaniac, and when I tell him so, he smirks.

“I’ll always adore you,” is his only reply.

When Bello and I finish bonding, I sit up and look at my other two alphas. Dean is reclining at the edge of the nest with his back against the wall. His usually amused eyes are serious and filled with coiled patience. Easton is lying on the other side. His eyes search me, double-checking everything, making sure that I’m all right. I’ve slowly realized that all his fact-checking and research stems from anxiety. So I won’t keep him waiting, which I hope Dean will understand.

“He will,” Bello assures me through the bond. I jolt and glance back at him. He’s spread out in the nest now. Languid as a cat.

I turn back to Easton and crawl toward him.

His glasses are perched on the side of the nest. I push up on my knees and run my hands through his thick brown hair. His hands go to my waist, holding me, steadying me. Everything about Easton is meant to support and anchor those around him. I want him to know that we’re here for him too. “Bonding in quick succession after the lead alpha not only guarantees stronger bonds but facilitates a smoother transition for the omega in—”

I cut him off with a kiss. His hands spasm on my hips before he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against him, deepening the kiss and growling into my mouth, telling me I’ve successfully pulled his alpha forward.

“I want to bond with you, Easton. Not because of facts or recovery times or convenience. I want to bond with you because you’re always taking care of us and I want to take care of you. Okay?”

Easton swallows hard, his eyes open and vulnerable. He nods.

His mouth comes to my throat in an open-mouthed kiss, sending sparks skittering across my nerves and slick over my thighs. I find his hard length and ease down slowly. He moans into my throat and bites when he’s fully seated. The sharp pain of his teeth mixed with the fullness of his cock buried in me results in me instantly coming around him. Lightning zips up the incomplete bond as Easton orgasms with a growl into my throat. Pleasure layers over the pain radiating from the bite. Easton’s heaving body holds on, trying to calm enough to unlatch from my throat. My fingers card through his hair as my own breath stutters out.

Easton’s mouth carefully lets go of my flesh, and the sensation is a hollow sorrow for a moment before his tongue drags over the already closing wound. The heat hormones make everything heal faster. I lift his wrist to my mouth and bite, quick and powerful. His cock kicks within me again, squirting more cum up into my insides. He groans deep. As my bond with Easton becomes solid and tangible, the first feelings I receive are of protective care. They flood in like a warm bath, comforting and all-encompassing. I push back my own feelings of love and appreciation for Easton. He has always been there to get me through my roughest moments, and I suspect he’s been doing the same for his pack for a long time.

“I love you, Sweetheart,” floats down the bond.

We stay like that for so long, wrapped up in each other, just feeling the bonds. Bello and Easton can sense each other’s bonds too. Flashes of thought ricochet between them centered around pack care and a joint desire to ensure I’m all right, which hits me straight in the chest. Before them, no one had taken care of me in any emotional or meaningful way since my parents died. Clocks doesn’t count, especially given all that has been uncovered.