He throws himself onto Piper, tightening his hold on the scruff of his Omega’s neck. He presses himself hard against Piper’s back, before rocking against him, teasing his cock over his slick entrance.
I am glad that I thoroughly prepared Piper for this.
The rocking moves the other men’s cocks against each other. They both whine. But they obediently hold themselves still.
Icarus rewards Lionzio by running his hand up Lionzio’s taut arm. He holds Lionzio’s balled hand between his in a gesture that is both possessive and tender.
He meets Lionzio’s gaze, before he pistons into Piper.
It is as if both Alphas are rutting the Omega who is held between them together.
I sigh, allowing myself to sink into the sensation of the slow, sensual fucking from Zero, as he teases my clit with his elegant fingers and kisses my shoulder.
I feel fuzzy.
Like I am flying.
At the same time, I watch the knotting of the Omega who we all love, as the hard thrusts by Icarus drives the two men’s cocks frantically against each other.
Piper screams, when Icarus’ hips finally stutter and he begins to knot him.
“Both of you —come,” Icarus growls. “Now, we are going to bond you, good Omega.”
Moments after they come together in a way that is far more emotionally intimate than I thought it could be, the two Alphas rest their teeth on either side of Piper’s throat, one from the front and one from the back.
They must have planned this.
Zero has stilled behind me, watching the scene as closely over my shoulder as I am. His fast breaths warm my ear.
It is as if we areallbonding Piper.
Suddenly, Zero speeds up his thrusts again.
Ecstasy rises through me like the sensation of being about to jump off a cliff.
Then the Alphas bite, and Piper howls.
Instantly, I shudder.
My own orgasm is wrenched from me by Zero’s earth-shattering lovemaking skills. Also, by the sensation of Piper’s soul in the bond: it glows as warm and pure as the sun.
Instantly, Zero pulls me into his arms, petting my hair. I nuzzle against his sweet banana neck, sated and happy in a way that I never thought I could be.
I remember how before Christmas, my poor missing brother bet that we would match with a guest pack at the Christmas ball.
I am terrified about what is happening to Bird. Will we be able to save him?
Yet I had thought that Bird was delusional that someone like me — staff, Reject, abandoned by two packs — would ever find my pack bonds.
I didn’t believe in a Christmas miracle.
Yet here I am in a nest with my guest pack who claimed me at the ball.
It’s no miracle.
Every step toward this moment has been hard fought for and could have ended in disaster.
It has meant taking risks and believing in ourselves.
