I hum out a response, kissing him again. “Bite me.”
It’s a demand, really. A need that has to be fulfilled. I’m theirs. They are mine. This is forever. Making it real during my heat is a constant thrumming thought, right up there with needing a knot.
He softens the kiss, pulling back to look at me. He smooths my hair back, his eyes dipping to the other two marks. My stomach dips as he brings his gaze back to mine. Then presses another kiss to my lips before kissing along my jawline and down my throat.
He pauses to say, “Todd, knot her.”
The second Todd stretches me wide and locks in, Jake bites me, claiming me and locking our connection into place. It is as intense as the other two, and I see stars, my fingers holding him to me as I cradle the back of his head.
He hardens between us, clearly feeling everything I am, and I’m sure he’s as lost as I am.
I’m not sure how it happens, but Todd has me on my back, Jake next to us. And he pulses inside of me, short little thrusts that his knot allows. Then he leans down, kissing the other threemarks, before nipping softly at the spot he is going to claim me. I arch into him.
“Please,” I beg.
And he does.
The universe explodes, the dimension shatters. I’m pieces of myself as we are all connected. I’ve never felt anything like it. I know where each of them are, what each of them are feeling, what they need, and what they want.
I’m notsure how much time has passed. Hours? Days? It’s all a blur of pleasure, of tangled limbs and whispered promises, of hands and mouths and bodies claiming me in every way possible.
I only know that I am wrecked. Completely, utterly wrecked. Slick and cum are everywhere—on my skin, in my hair, marking me just as much as their bites do. My entire body hums with satisfaction, the ache between my legs a delicious reminder of everything we did.
Bits and pieces of the last few days flicker through my mind like a dream—the kind you fight to hold onto, desperate not to wake from.
Jake, patient and steady, making sure I eat, tipping water against my lips when I’m too blissed out to move. The way he waited, always the last to join, ensuring I had everything I needed before taking what he wanted.
West and Xayden, insatiable, relentless, pushing me past every limit I thought I had. Their hands, their mouths, their bodies, driving me to edge after edge until I forgot my own name.
And Todd—God, Todd—when he finally sank his teeth into me, my world shattered. That final bond clicking into place, tying us together in a way that could never be undone. No hesitation. No more running. Just us.
I let out a content sigh, my muscles melting as I flop back into the cushions of the nest that has become mine. Our nest. The weight of bodies draped over me, surrounding me, keeps me grounded. Their scents—woodsy, spicy, fresh, dark—blend with mine, sealing our connection, making my omega settle with deep, satisfied certainty.
The real world presses at the edges of my mind, whispering that I can’t stay here forever. That soon, we’ll have to leave this cocoon of tangled limbs and hazy pleasure and face whatever waits for us outside.
But not yet.
For now, I burrow deeper into the warmth, letting my fingers trace lazy patterns over the bare skin closest to me. Xayden lies behind me, his grip tightening around my waist, his lips brushing absently against my shoulder. In front of me, West shifts closer, curling his arm around my middle and tangling his fingers with mine. Todd and Jake are nearby, close enough that I can hear the steady rhythm of their breathing—calm, constant, grounding.
My guys.
My pack.
Nothing has ever felt so good.
CHAPTER 51
Ashlyn
Happiness humsthrough my body as I towel-dry my hair, warmth still clinging to my skin from the shower. I wipe the steam from the mirror with a hand towel, revealing my reflection—flushed cheeks, relaxed features, and the four crescent-shaped marks that now ring my neck. Proof. Undeniable, irrefutable proof that this is real.
Not part of the fake dating arrangement Shelley wants. Not some fleeting fling.
Real.
If the constant, simmering awareness of them wasn’t enough—the way their emotions pulse through me, tethered by the marks—then the sight of them on my skin is. And soon, the world will know too.
I trace the faint edges of each mark with my fingertips, my lips curling into a smile. I hang the towel on the hook and step out of the bathroom, padding barefoot down the plush hallway toward the living area of the hotel suite.
