Milton is last. He guides her leg over his lap, exposing the curve of her thigh. He presses a kiss there first. “I’m marking you here,” he says, “because it’s close to your core. Because you feel deeply. Because you love with your whole body.”
He bites, slowly and softly, but enough that it cuts through her flesh, sealing her to him.
She trembles, then leans forward and marks him back at the shoulder.
When she pulls back and licks her lips she smiles. “I love you. You make me laugh. I choose you.”
Milton’s eyes go glassy. He presses his forehead to hers, breathing her in like he needs it to survive. “I love you too, Baby. I think I have since that charity event. It was just too soon to tell you.”
She turns, and her gaze finds me immediately. Her hands slide up my chest before she shifts onto her knees in my lap. She tilts my head, exposing the line of my throat, fingers brushing my jaw so I know to stay still. So I know she’s doing this deliberately.
Her teeth sink in just beneath my ear.
I suck in a sharp breath as pain flashes and then melts into something deeper, something that hooks straight into my spine. Her mouth presses there, sealing the mark, her tongue sweeping over it instinctively, perfectly.
And the bond?—
Fuck.
It doesn’t just snap into place. It threads. Like a live wire sinking into my chest and wrapping itself around my heart.
I feel her.
Not just her body, though Christ, I feel that too, but her emotions flood me all at once. Her happiness hits first, bright and overwhelming, a warmth so intense it almost makes my vision blur.
Then, the want rolls in. Hot, urgent, and unapologetic. Her arousal pulses through the bond like a second heartbeat, slick heat curling low in my gut, spreading fast. Bayleigh’s not shy about it, or embarrassed. She wants us.
Now.
Every nerve in my body lights up, cock throbbing hard as stone, instinct screaming to give her everything she’s asking for. I can feel how open she is, how eager, how her body is already adjusting for us—how she wants to be full, claimed, knotted, and held until she can’t tell where she ends and we begin.
A low sound tears out of my chest before I can stop it. I clutch her closer, forehead pressing to hers as the bond settles fully, solid and humming.
Her hands lift, shaky now from the intensity instead of nerves, and she signs close to my chest so I can feel the movement as much as see it.
I’m happy. I’m yours. I want you. All of you. Now.
The bond hums in agreement, thick and alive between all four of us, tightening like it’s bracing for what comes next.
Korbin’s hand slides down her back. Milton’s eyes darken and blow wide. And me? I smile against her mouth, teeth grazing her lower lip, then pull back so she can see my mouth.
“Then come here, Omega,” I whisper. “Your alphas got you.”
59
Milton
Wakingup this morning as a completed pack feels like home.
The morning is quiet. There are no alarms or urgency to make sure our omega is okay, because she’s here with us. Now. Forever. Who knew bonding would feel this amazing. Our bodies are tangled together in her nest. Lincoln was supposed to have her last night, alone. But after we bonded, we knew that wasn’t happening. The three of us all needed to be near her.
So he got a raincheck for tonight. He’s still a lucky bastard. I’m going to have to make sure to ask Bayleigh for my night. But I’m going to plan something fun and intimate. More than just being in bed with her soft body wrapped around mine.
My dick immediately goes hard, and I have to think of pounding my coach’s head in for it to go down.
It’s not an easy feat with Bayleigh’s scent everywhere—soft and sweet—no longer sharp with need but rich with contentment. Our bodies are bathed in it. Our house finally feels complete with her mint tea scent mixed with our sandalwood, citrus, and honeydew, making this truly feel like home.
I lift my head and gaze around for the first time, catching how entangled our bodies really are.
