Few more minutes. Then she’ll go to Ben, and I’ll feel her joy through the bond as he claims her too.
It doesn’t hurt to think about. If anything, it feels right.
She has enough love for all of us.
When my knot finally slips free, we both whimper at the loss. I watch my cum drip out of her, mixed with her slick, and something primal in me growls with satisfaction.
Mine. She’s mine now.
I clean her gently with a warm cloth from the bathroom, then help her into Elijah’s flannel. One bite mark on her throat. Dark and fresh against her skin.
The first of three.
We walk back to the living room together. Ben’s on his feet the second we appear, his nostrils flaring.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You smell like...”
“Like pack.” I can’t help grinning. “Your turn.”
Through the bond, I feel Tessa’s want for him surge. Different from what she feels for me. Warmer, edged with years of banter and exasperation.
She crosses to him, takes his hand.
“Your turn,” she says.
Ben doesn’t hesitate. He pulls her toward the hallway, throwing a grin over his shoulder. “Don’t wait up.”
I settle onto the couch next to Elijah and let out a long breath.
“Hell of a night,” I say.
He nods.
Through the bond, I feel Tessa’s joy surge. Her anticipation. Her want, blooming fresh and warm.
I close my eyes and let myself feel it all.
My omega. My pack.
Finally.
Chapter 28
Ben
The second she walks back into the living room, I smell it.
Milo’s scent layered over hers. Dark chocolate and amber woven through her lavender and citrus in a way that’s permanent now. And on the left side of her throat, a fresh bite that makes my teeth ache with the need to match it.
My cock’s been hard since she walked down that hallway with Milo. Through some weird pack awareness I don’t fully understand, I felt echoes of what they were doing. Her pleasure like distant lightning. Her orgasms rippling at the edge of my consciousness.
Now she’s standing in front of me wearing Elijah’s flannel and Milo’s mark, and I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
“Fuck,” I hear myself say. “You smell like...”
“Like pack.” Milo grins from the couch, smug and satisfied. “Your turn.”
Tessa crosses to me, and I catch her hand. Her pulse races under my thumb. Through Milo’s bond, I can sense her. Want and satisfaction and anticipation all tangled together.
