“We’ll do this right. In order. Me first. Then Korbin. Then Milton.”
She shivers, a soft sound leaving her throat.
Korbin leans forward and presses a kiss between her shoulder blades, gentle enough it’s almost reverent. Milton’s lips brush her shoulder, his breath uneven as he exhales. My hand slides up the side of her neck, thumb resting over the rapid pulse beneath her skin. I don’t claim yet. I just touch, letting her feel where everything will change.
“This is your last chance to stop me,” I growl.
Her hands lift, trembling now, but not from fear.
Yes.
I lean in and bite. Not hard. Not claiming yet. Just the beginning. A promise pressed to skin before sealing us together forever.
Her breath leaves her in a rush, body softening into mine as Milton’s hand closes over hers, steady and grounding. Korbin’s palm presses firm against the center of her back as instinct flares through all of us at once.
I feel the bond stir, faint but real, like a spark catching on dry tinder.
I pull back just enough to look at her, my thumb brushing her jaw so she can see my mouth clearly.
“Mine goes here,” I tell her, fingers tracing the place where her neck meets her shoulder. “Because it’s close to your pulse. To your voice.”
Her eyes soften as she smiles.
Then I shift, my grip firming as my mouth closes over that spot again, and this time I don’t hold back. I mark her, my teeth sinking into her skin until I taste her sweet blood. The bond snaps into place, sudden and absolute, flooding my senses so hard my breath stutters. Her scent blooms instantly, bright and open, wrapping around us and pulling tight. Her fingers tangle in my hair, her body sagging fully against mine as she exhales, the sound low and relieved, the way an omega does when instinct and heart finally align.
I pull back slightly only to lower my mouth again and lick slowly over the bite, sealing it the way instinct demands, the way my body knows how even before my mind catches up. Her skin shivers under my tongue, the bond tightening, settling, locking into place. When I pull back, she touches it with shaking fingers, then looks at me like I just gave her the universe.
I can’t stop the smile that pulls at my mouth.
Mine.
Not in ownership—but in connection. Proof that she chose this. That she choseme.
My thumb brushes the edge of the mark once more, gently, almost reverently, before I meet her eyes again.
Korbin moves next, one hand sliding to her waist, the other lifting her arm gently. He presses his mouth to the inside of her forearm, right where her scent is strongest when she reaches for someone.
“I’m choosing here,” he tells her as she turns her head to look at him, “because you reach without fear. Because you give without keeping score. I want my mark to be connected to the place your words come from.”
He bites slowly, teeth piercing her skin, and she gasps sharply. Her body arches just enough to push her tits into my face, and a breathless sound leaves her that makes my skin prickle.
The air changes instantly, unmistakably aroused, and beneath it, the sharp, intoxicating smell of her slick blooms, thick enough that I can’t help the quiet chuckle that slips out of me.
Yeah. Our omega is enjoying this. A lot.
Without hesitation, she lifts and bites back—teeth pressing into the soft place just beneath his jaw. He sucks in a breath, body going taut before he exhales a broken sound, hands flexing like he’s grounding himself against the floor.
She pulls back just enough to sign, her eyes bright, unguarded, full.
I love you. You make me feel safe. You make me brave.
Korbin stills, then he lets out a sound that’s half laugh, half disbelief.
“Bay,” he states. “I love you too.”
“This isn’t conventional,” she says next. “And I know I’m not a conventional omega. But I’ll spend my life loving you. Making you happy. All of you.”
Korbin lifts his head, his eyes shining. “You already did,” he tells her. “You made me happier than I’ve been in years. You don’t need to change a damn thing.” His thumb brushes her cheek. “Just be you.”
