“And mine too, Omega. I can feel our hearts tying together,” he whispers.
The urge rises in me, fierce and reciprocal. “I need to claim you, too. Let me bond with you,” I whisper, turning my head, sinking my teeth into Jake’s shoulder first.
His skin gives way under my bite, blood on my tongue, hot and metallic. He roars softly, his body shuddering against mine as a second release fills me, and I feel it—the bond tightening.
“Yes, Omega—seal it, make me yours,” he gasps, his cock jerking inside me, knot throbbing as he comes again, erupting deep inside me.
It’s overwhelming, his pleasure crashing into mine, making my walls milk him desperately.
I release him, panting, and twist toward Charlie, my teeth finding the soft column of his throat below his stubble. “Mine forever,” I murmur before biting down, drawing blood that tastes like salt and power.
He groans tenderly, hips bucking wildly as the bond seals with a snap, and he comes undone, his knot pulsing in my ass, his essence filling me to overflowing.
A primal sound I’ve never heard before rushes out of me as the dual bond wraps around me, twisting into bliss, my body convulsing as their saliva mixes with my blood, the bonding pheromones flooding my system.
It’s like fire and silk sliding into my veins. The bond to Jake ignites first—a warm, possessive tether wrapping around my soul, pulling me into him. I feel his hunger, his need to breed me, to fill me with his seed, echoing in my chest with tender devotion. Every small thrust of his cock pulses with it, his knot swelling inside my pussy, stretching me impossibly full.
The connection deepens, colors sharpening, scents intensifying; I taste his dominance on my tongue, feel his heartbeat sync with mine.
“I love you like this, Willa—our bond is everything,” Jake says softly, his voice weaving through the link.
Then Charlie’s bond weaves in, cooler but no less fierce, a steel cable locking around my core. His claim on my ass mirrors it, his knot ballooning, pressing against Jake’s through the wall, making me feel every pulse.
I’m sobbing now, tears streaking my face, but it’s pure joy, my body alight with the merge. The bonds hum, alive, makingevery sensation amplified—the drag of their cocks, the slap of skin, the coppery tang of blood in my mouth.
“You’re so precious to us,” Charlie murmurs, his hand stroking my hair.
“God, Willa, I feel you—everywhere,” he groans, his ecstasy a tidal wave that drowns me. The feedback of pleasure from their release, their knots locking us together, sends another orgasm ripping through me like lightning.
Waves of pleasure crash endlessly, my whole body clenching around their knots, slick and come leaking out despite being locked together.
The bonds pulse with aftershocks, their satisfaction bleeding into me—warm and complete.
“Love you, Willa,” Jake whispers, his hand caressing my side. Beau’s soft moan pulls at my attention, his eyes glazed with release as he fists himself to another climax.
I gesture for him to come close, pulling him into the space in my arms that isn’t being taken by Charlie, and we all somehow fall to the nest in a pile of limbs, legs, and love.
I’m theirs, irrevocably, the emptiness gone, replaced by this full, aching union. Their hands stroke me now, gentler.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
FORTY
willa
The pitchfork feelsgood in my hands.
Solid. Something I can control while everything else in my life spins like a tornado I’m standing in the center of.
It’s been a week. Seven days since I became bonded to Pack McCrea. Seven days of living in a bubble with my pack, wrapped up in each other like the outside world doesn’t exist.
Seven days of learning what it means to be bonded—to feel them constantly humming in the back of my mind, their emotions bleeding into mine, their presence a comfort even when they’re not touching me.
Seven days of pretending this is all there is.
But it’s not. And I can’t hide in the nest forever, no matter how much my Omega wants to.
I scoop another load of soiled bedding from the stall and toss it into the wheelbarrow, my muscles burning in the best way. Physical work. That’s what I need right now. Something to ground me, to work off the restless energy that’s been humming under my skin since I woke up this morning.
