Hunter’s fingers finally slide through the slick between my thighs, and I cry out, nails digging into Carson’s shoulder. My heat roars to life, claiming every inch of me, and thought gives way to instinct completely. I’m theirs. I need them. All of them.
Graham growls against my skin, nipping lightly at my shoulder, and the sound draws a broken moan from my throat. Finn cups my face, kissing me slow and deep, an anchor amid the chaos.
“Good girl,” someone murmurs—Graham, I think—but it’s swallowed by a wave of heat and the press of mouths and hands everywhere at once.
The room is nothing but heat and scent and the soft weight of my nest under me. I float, untethered, carried on the tide of hands and mouths and low, rumbling voices that all belong to me.
A warm mouth closes over my throat, and my whole body arches. Landon. I know it without opening my eyes, because his musk wraps around me like the memory of first love and forever.
“Bite me,” I whisper, or maybe I moan it—it doesn’t matter. My voice is raw with need. “Make it real. Make it forever.”
His teeth sink in, slow and deliberate, and the forever bond flares to life—hot and dizzying. My vision whites out. A startled cry tears from my throat as something deep inside me snaps, the bond pulling tight and locking. My body jerks, trembling, and slick gushes between my thighs. I’m gone, gasping, riding the edge of pleasure just from that connection.
One of them pushes into me, the feel of them sliding inand out is too much and not enough all at once. I moan, pressing my head back into the pillows. More. I need more.
Carson groans against my breast, his voice low and hungry. “Fuck, I can feel it. Her heat is bringing on my rut.”
Finn kisses my temple, steadying me even as his thumb strokes slow circles on my hip. “That’s it, little fire. You’re doing so good.”
Hunter’s teeth graze the other side of my neck, and instinct takes over. I tilt without thinking, offering. He growls in approval, the sound vibrating through my bones, and then his bite sinks in.
The second bond snaps into place, and it’s too much, a rush of heat and euphoria that steals my breath. My thighs shake, my back arches, and I cry out as my first orgasm crests and crashes over me. My pussy greedily squeezes the cock inside of me, and Carson groans, telling me exactly who is giving me what I want.
I’m dimly aware of hands catching me, soothing me, riding the wave with me. A deep voice—Graham’s—murmurs something low and proud, and then his scent fills my lungs as he leans down.
“Let me,” he orders, and I do, instinctive and obedient. His mouth presses to my claiming spot, his bite sure and solid. The third bond sears through me, hot and electric, and the sound I make is nothing human—a keening, desperate moan as another climax rips through me, sharper than the first.
I’m floating now, barely conscious of who is touching me where. Finn’s lips find mine, soft and grounding, while Landon’s hands stroke along my belly, praising me. My body moves on instinct, arching, writhing, offering.
“Ready for me?” Finn whispers, and there’s reverence in his voice, not hunger. “You still want me, too?”
I nod—shaky, gasping. “Please. Need all of you. Need…need my pack.”
His teeth are gentler than the alphas’, but the moment he bites, a wave of rightness rolls through me so hard it leaves me panting. His bond slides in akin to warm honey, slow and deep, and the heat in my body doubles.
Carson growls, possessive and tender at once, and then his mouth is on my skin, right over my pulse. “Mine,” he mutters, before his bite claims the last spot.
The final bond slams into place, and I shatter. Pleasure rips me apart, heat and euphoria surging through every nerve. My back bows, my voice cracks, and all I know is them. My pack. My forever.
Somewhere through the haze, I feel them holding me, kissing my skin, murmuring soft praise. The bonds hum under my skin, threads of love and heat and safety weaving tight around my heart.
I’m theirs. And they will be mine.
Time stops meaning anything.
There’s only the rise and fall of bodies, the slide of skin against skin, the sound of our breaths—sometimes ragged, sometimes soft and content. My nest cocoons us, a fortress of scent and heat and love. Hands roam, lips explore, low murmurs of my name ripple through the haze.
I float in it. Heat, pleasure, connection. A living dream.
Every touch feels amplified. A thumb brushing my hip. A kiss pressed behind my ear. The weight of one of them draped over my thigh, another chest pressed to my back. We move together in a rhythm that’s more instinct than thought, chasing wave after wave of release. My body shakes and bows and melts into them over and over, slick and sticky and claimed.
I don’t remember biting them, but I must have. I catch glimpses—Carson’s throat marked with a perfect crescent, Finn’s pale skin blooming with my claim, Landon strokingthe back of his neck with a grin that’s all pride and possession. Seeing it makes a low, satisfied purr vibrate in my chest. Mine. All of them, mine.
The bonds hum under my skin, alive and pulsing. It’s a web connecting us heart to heart, wrapping me in the emotion of all five of them. Graham’s steady devotion. Hunter’s fierce protectiveness. Carson’s mischievous warmth. Finn’s quiet awe. Landon’s aching, almost desperate love.
I feel all of it, threading through me the same way sunlight would, and it’s…God, it’s similar to the softest blanket in the world wrapped around my soul. Comforting. Complete.
At some point, the haze softens. The heat simmers instead of burns. I become aware of sticky thighs and the need for water, my stomach giving a small, plaintive growl. I blink my heavy eyes open and realize I’m curled in the center of them, my head pillowed on Graham’s chest, a tangle of legs and arms draped over me.
