"Eleven! Ten! Nine!"
"I'm sure. Bond me, River."
"Eight! Seven! Six!"
"Five! Four! Three!"
"Two! One!"
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
I kiss her as fireworks explode overhead. Claiming, possessive, pouring everything into it.
When we break apart, Seth is there, turning her face to his. His kiss is gentler but no less intense, and through their bond I feel his love, his support.
Then Grayson, his hand cupping her jaw, his kiss deep and territorial—a promise of what's to come when it's his turn.
She's breathless when we're done, her scent pure honey-sweet arousal.
"Take me home," she says. "Now."
We barely makeit through the door before she's pulling me toward the stairs.
"Nest," she says breathlessly. "Need you in the nest, River."
"Yeah, baby. That's where we should be." I follow her up the stairs to the nest and the second we step inside the room smells like pack. Like home.
She's on me immediately, pulling at my jacket, my shirt, desperate and wanting. I help her, grinning even as my hands shake with need.
"Someone's eager," I tease, but my voice comes out rough.
"You promised me this on New Year's," she says, shoving my shirt off my shoulders. "And I've been thinking about it all week. Your hands on me. Your mouth. Your cock. Your bond."
"Fuck." I capture her mouth in a kiss, walking her backward toward the nest. "Love when you talk like that. Love when my sweet omega gets filthy."
We strip each other with practiced ease—we know each other's bodies now, know what snaps, what zips, what needs to be pulled over heads. When we're both naked, I pull her down into the nest, surrounded by soft blankets that smell like all of us.
"This is where we should be," I murmur, pulling her on top of me. She straddles my hips automatically, and I can feel how wet she already is. "In our nest. Where we took care of you during heat. Where you're safe."
"Where I'm yours," she whispers, and the certainty in her voice makes my alpha roar.
"Ours," I correct, my hands sliding up her thighs. "But right now? Right now you're mine. And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."
"I've wanted this," I confess, pressing kisses down her throat. "The bond. Making you mine permanently. Since the moment I first felt your pussy wrap around my cock in this nest. Since you trusted me enough to let me knot you."
"Me too." Her hands slide into my hair, holding me close. "Every time you touch me, I think about it. How it would feel to have your bond."
"Then let me give you what you want." My hand slides down her body, over her stomach, between her thighs. She's already dripping wet—slick coating her thighs, hot and ready. "Mmm, baby. You're already soaked for me. This pussy's ready for my cock, isn't it?"
"Always ready for you." She arches into my touch, spreading her legs wider. "Please, River, I need?—"
"I know what you need." I slide two fingers inside her easily, and she gasps, her inner walls clenching around me. "But tell me anyway. What do you need more—my fingers getting you ready? My tongue tasting this sweet pussy? Or my cock filling you up?"
"Your cock. Your knot. Your bond." She's already rocking against my hand, riding my fingers. "Everything. Want all of you inside me."
"Greedy girl," I say, grinning against her skin. "I love it. Love how you take what you need from me."
I work her with my fingers, two becoming three, stretching her, getting her ready. I curl my fingers and find that spot deep inside that makes her see stars.
