Through the bond, I feel his satisfaction at finding me wet and ready. And I feel Seth stirring beside us, his awareness sharpening as he wakes to the scent of arousal in the nest.
I arch into his touch, already wet from his attention. The bond makes everything more intense—I can feel his pleasure at making me feel good, which makes me feel good, which makes him feel good, and it's a feedback loop that has me gasping within minutes.
"River, please?—"
"Patience." But he's grinning as he kisses his way down my body. "I'm going to take my time with you."
He does. He spends what feels like hours between my thighs, learning exactly what makes me gasp and moan and beg. The bond means he can feel every spike of pleasure, adjust his technique accordingly, drive me right to the edge and hold me there.
"River, I swear to god?—"
"What?" He looks up at me, his mouth wet and his eyes dark. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to—oh god—" He does something with his tongue that makes my brain short-circuit.
He makes me come twice before he finally, finally slides inside me. He wants to be able to move, to take me in every position he can think of.
And he does. We move through the nest together, the bond singing between us, learning each other's bodies all over again with this new connection.
By the time we finally collapse back into the blankets, breathless and satisfied, Seth is definitely awake and Grayson has left the room.
"Good morning," Seth says dryly, still wrapped in blankets on the other side of the nest. He's in his uniform, clearly been up for hours while River and I were... occupied. "Or should I say good afternoon?"
Through our bond, I feel his amusement and affection. And something else—pride. He's proud of me. Of us.
"Morning," I manage, my body pleasantly sore in all the best ways.
"You're very loud," Grayson observes from the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. "Just so you know."
My cheeks heat. "We weren't?—"
"You were definitely that loud," Seth confirms, grinning. "The whole neighborhood probably knows River bonded you."
Through our bond, I feel his amusement mixed with affection.
"Oh my god." I bury my face in a pillow. "I'm never leaving this nest again."
"Don't be embarrassed," River says, kissing my shoulder as he pulls me back against his chest. "I'm not."
"You should be."
"Why? You're my bonded omega. I'm allowed to make you scream my name in our nest."
"RIVER."
All three of them are laughing now, and despite my embarrassment, I'm smiling too. This is pack. This easy teasing, this comfort, this joy.
"Come on," Grayson says, pushing off the doorframe. "I made lunch. You need to eat."
"Food in the nest?" I ask hopefully.
"Nice try. Kitchen. Now." But he's smiling. "You need to replenish your energy."
"Why, are you planning to tire me out too?" I ask without thinking, then immediately regret it when his eyes go dark.
"Not yet," he says quietly. "But soon."
The promise in his voice makes heat pool low in my belly. Through both bonds, I feel Seth and River's awareness, their approval.
