“I love you so much, thank you,” he says.
I run my nails through his beard, every touch feeling more elevated now that he’s my Alpha.
“I love you too.” I press another kiss against his lips as a throat clears next to us.
I turn and see a very jealous Jonah lying next to us.
“How long till your knot goes down?” he pouts to Cole, which makes me laugh. The jostling motion makes me moan as Cole’s knot shifts inside of me.
“Maybe all night out of spite,” Cole says to Jonah, and I tap his chest.
“Hey, you know how impatient he is.”
“He’s rushing my bonding,” Cole complains and I grab his face, forcing him to look at me.
“Nothing could rush this. Maybe he just wants to finally be connected to you like this,” I joke, which has Mack snorting behind me.
I grin while Cole frowns over at Jonah.
“Can you feel me?” I whisper to Cole. He smiles, now completely ignoring Jonah.
He grabs my hand and rubs it against his chest, right over his heart. “Yeah, sweetheart, I feel you.”
I cuddle against his chest, not looking at Jonah. The man is going to need to learn some patience. Cole holds me as his knot finally goes down, though neither of us brings attention to that fact.
It’s only when I feel his complete contentment down the bond that I kiss his chest and let his cock fall out of me. I shift off his lap and grab Jonah’s chin next to me.
“Are you ready to bond with me, Jonah? Are you ready to be my Alpha in every sense?”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, he’s climbing on top of me, collaring my throat and pushing his cock deep inside of me. Jonah fucks me like a man possessed.
His hand presses against my bond mark and I shiver at the touch.
“You like being fucked in your pretty nest, princess? Hmm?”
I nod and watch in awe as Jonah watches where we’re connected. His cock slips in and out of my dripping pussy as his thumb rubs against my clit.
“I can’t believe I get to bond you,” he says in a near whisper.
While he fucks me, I can feel Cole’s presence down the bond. It’s not jealousy, no, it’s happiness, and maybe a little horniness.
God, I’m going to be sore after tonight.
“Gonna mark you mine. Come for me first,” he says, his thumb picking up speed on my clit.
My back arches off the bed as I press into his touch and he pushes his knot inside me. I shiver as euphoria licks up my spine, my orgasm lasting so fucking long I can’t breathe.
As soon as I think it’s over, Jonah’s leaning down with his mouth on my neck, tying us together forever. My nails are digging into his shoulders as his thrusts shallow out.
He kisses his mark, not pulling away at all, our skin touching nearly everywhere with the way my arms and legs are wrapped around him, our chests pressed together.
“You’re finally mine, princess,” he whispers in my ear, before kissing his mark repeatedly. “I’ll take such good care of you. My perfect Shiloh. I love you so much.”
I squeeze him so tight, kissing the side of his neck. I know the words didn’t need to be said, I felt them, but they’re nice to hear anyway.
“I love you too,” I whisper.
It’s weird bonding both of them. I’ve read how it feels with multiple bonds, but nothing prepares you for when it actually happens. But it’s clear whose emotions are whose.
