The bond inside of us flares back to life, burning as brightly as it did the first time he bonded me. Love and desperation blooms in my chest, and the sensation sends me over the edge, my pussy fluttering around his cock as his name leaves my lips.
Suddenly I can smell everything.
Hayden’s smoky pepper.Mine.
Kole’s gunpowder and fresh rain.Mine.
Sam’s coffee and whisky.Mine.
West’s chamomile and mint.Mine.
They’re all mine.
“Bite me, Jo,” Hayden pleads. His eyes are desperate—I don’t have to tell him that the bond is already back. He knows the serum burned out of my system the moment his venom entered my bloodstream. He just wants my mark on him again. So as soon as he seats his knot fully inside me, I lean forward, licking across his shoulder once before letting my teeth pierce the skin. He groans as his hips stutter, his release filling me. On the inside, our bond is unchanged, but the evidence of my second claim is on his shoulder for all to see.
My scent blooms in the air, thick and heady, and it sets off a chain reaction as everyone finds their own release.
Sam lets out a groan, shortly followed by West, and then Kole mutters a curse in Russian.
There’s a moment of silence as Hayden and I stare into each other's eyes, wearing goofy smiles.
“Fuck, you’re actually mine,” Sam says in disbelief. “Iwantedit to be true, but I still thought maybe it was in my head.”
“I always knew you were mine,” Kole boasts, rolling off the bed and walking to the bathroom.
“It’s so rare for a beta to have a true scent match,” West mutters behind us.
Hayden wraps his arms around me, holding me close. “I feel you again,” he whispers in awe.
“I love you, my Fire Demon,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his neck.
“And I love you, Fireball.”
twenty-three
Jo
“Times up, love birds. We’ve got to go.” Sam stands in the doorway of the bedroom, looking at Hayden and me still tangled in the bed.
“What? Why?” I ask, sitting up, not bothering to cover my naked body.
“Cops near the perimeter.” He walks into the room and starts going through the duffel bags on the floor.
“So…?” Hayden frowns, not moving from his spot on the bed. “We’re not on the run from the police, are we? They don’t even know about the jailbreak.”
“They could work for Whitmore—or whoever is funding him. Even if they don’t, if they come to the house for whatever reason, none of you have any ID, which is the first thing they’ll ask for when they see an omega holed up in a house with four men. It’s not a risk we can take. We were supposed to leave for the next safe house tomorrow night anyway—we’re just moving a bit ahead of schedule.”
My heart sinks. He’s right—it’s not a risk we can take. “Have you called Declan?”
“That’s the first thing I did. Kole and West are packing up the rest of our stuff now, and we’re set with a new safe house and vehicle.” Sam hands me some clothes and underwear to put on. A pair of jeans and a t-shirt that says “I put the ‘HOT’ in psychotic”. Hayden snorts as he gets out of bed and starts to find something to wear.
I raise a brow at the alpha, holding up the shirt. He smirks. “Hey, it’s true.”
“Hot, huh? So you’re done pretendin’ you’re not attracted to me?” I tilt my chin at him, going a little crazy now that I can scent him fully. The notes of whiskey and coffee I had a hint of at Thornfield have nothing of the full-bodied deliciousness of Sam’s signature.
“Trouble…” Sam approaches the bed and takes the shirt from me. “I think that ship sailed long before I blew my load watching the pyro mark and claim you.” He pulls the shirt over my head, his eyes snagging on the twin marks under my breasts before the fabric covers them. “And I hope you know it’s notjustattraction, and it’s not just the scent match either.”
Unable to keep away from his delicious coffee and whisky goodness any longer, I stand on the mattress, a whole head taller than Sam as I rest my hands on his shoulders. He looks up at me, his warm brown eyes sincere.
