Nova screams, her back bowing, her orgasm joining mine. Her pussy grips my cock and knot so hard, I think she might snap the damn thing off. Her body trembles beneath me, and my cock pulses wildly, pumping her full of my cum as my own body shakes.
I feel the bond click into place. Love, trust and a sense of home fills me. Everything she feels for me, hitting me hard.
I pour all my love for her into the bond, making her sob harder.
Pulling back, I gasp for air, but it's taken clean from my lungs again as she grabs the back of my neck and pulls me forward. I groan as she sinks her teeth into me, marking me as her own.
On the other side, I feel another sudden jolt of pain. Now both of my Omegas have their teeth latched to my neck, claiming what's theirs.
There’s a blur of emotions slamming into me, my orgasm intensifying. I feel like I’m seconds away from passing out when they both release me.
Tucker falls to the ground next to us, a panting mess. I bury my face into Nova’s neck.
Wrapping my arms around her, I onto my back with Nova on top, my knot still locked inside her. Then pull Tucker in to rest against me.
“Well, that just happened.” Nova giggles, a cum drunk mess.
“Yeah.” I murmur. “Exactly how it should have.”
I kiss the top of Nova’s head, then Tucker’s. We don’t say anything else, just lay there in the forest and bask in the glow of our newfound connection.
This is everything I never knew I wanted. I know I don’t deserve them, but I wouldn’t give them up for the world.
Chapter 30
Nova
“Oh that’s bullshit!” I toss my book across my nest. “You can’t be serious.” I groan, looking over to Petunia and Duchess who are curled up together sleeping. “She picked him! The asshole. The one who treated her like shit, over the one who was there by her side the whole time. Didn’t she know she could have picked both?” I get to my feet, fuming. “I hate love triangles. Now poor Josh is heartbroken.”
Petunia blinks an eye open and glares at me, making a sound of annoyance.
“Whatever, fine. Take over my nest.” I throw my arms up. “Sorry to disturb you, your highnesses.”
Rolling my eyes, I leave my nest, making sure to cast a glare at the offending book as I go.
Everyone is busy working today and I’m left home alone, bored. I could go to the compound, but Robyn took Rica and Tyler to the aquarium in Atlanta and Nick will be busy with club stuff, so there’s no point really.
It’s a Sunday, so Ian’s bakery should be closed, but someone called him in a panic. Her kid’s birthday cake was ruined when she got into a car accident on her way home yesterday, and she needed something for tonight.
Ian being the sweetheart that he is, told her the best he could do was cupcakes but he could get them done by noon. He’s been there for hours, but it’s noon, so he should be done by now and he can hang out with me.
Strange how much I used to crave having some time to myself, for everyone else to leave me alone and only have to worry about me for once. Now, I can’t stand it. I hate being aloneand there’s only so long you can talk to a cat and opossum before you feel like you might be going a tad crazy.
Changing out of my sweats and hoodie, I pick out a cute black crop top and leather skirt, grab my black and pink leather jacket and throw on my knee-high leather boots. I feel like a badass sexy bitch.
I put on some light eye makeup but match it with a sexy red lip.
Giving myself a once over, I nod, wink at myself in the mirror and head out to the garage. Today I’m taking Ian’s sexy little black car. The guys have so many, yet only seem to use Will’s truck or their bikes.
The drive is nice, windows down, the music blasting, wind in my face. I’m in a good mood when I get to the bakery.
Trying the door, I frown. It’s locked, probably because it’s not open today, but Will’s truck is still parked out front.
I take out my keys and use the one Ian had made for me to open the shop.
As soon as I step in, I hear music, like the sound of a song just ending. Quietly, I shut and lock the door behind me, when I hear the sound of movement coming from the kitchen.
I’m about to call out for Ian when I hear him grumble to himself. “Need more hype music.”
