I found myself looking around as best I could, taking in the ecstasy on my brothers’ faces. The sight of us all devouring Lucy together, touching and tasting and teasing every damn inch of her, drove me to increase my pace. I rammed in faster, harder, deeper, the slap of flesh meeting flesh joining the symphony of Lucy's moans and our collective heavy breathing.
When I felt her body tightening around me, the first flutters of her approaching climax, I groaned. She go there hand away from one of my brothers to cover her face. I reached up, snagging her wrist and pulling it away.
“Don’t you dare cover your face. I need to see you come undone, Lucy.” Her pulse raced beneath my fingers where they pressed against her delicate skin, the beat accelerating as her pleasure built higher.
She blinked rapidly, her already insanely bright eyes going a violent shade of green.
"Let go," I commanded, my voice dropping to that Alpha register that no Omega could resist. "Show us what we do to you."
Her response was immediate and breathtaking.
Her back arched off the bed, her inner muscles clamping down on me with exquisite pressure. A cry tore from her throat—so damn raw, so breathtakingly primal, so uninhibited—as wave after wave of toe-curling sensation washed through her body. The sight of her losing her grip on reality beneath me, surrounded by my brothers' hands and mouths, was the final shove that sent me over the edge.
I drove into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt as my release crashed through me. The intensity of it stole my breath, a white-hot ripple radiating outward from where our bodies joined. The connection between us strengthened. With each glorious, sensual wave, our Alpha and Omega recognized one another. If the tether between us was already this strong now, I could only imagine what it would feel like once Lucy had marked me and my brothers.
The bundle of nerves at the tip of my cock swelled to an almost painful size, and I hoped I wasn’t hurting her. But Lucy looked euphoric, eyes fluttering, face flushed, breaths coming in quiet pants.
In the moments I was locked inside her, I realized I could give up the crowds, the applause, the recklessness, but I couldn’t give up this feeling.
As the aftershocks subsided and my knot relinquished its hold, I carefully withdrew from Lucy's body, moving to kneel beside her. She turned her head toward me, eyes glazed with satisfaction but still alert, still hungry. The bond wasn't complete yet—she needed to mark me in return.
I extended my arm, offering the vulnerable underside near the edge of my palm where veins bulged against thick, weather-worn skin. Lucy took my hand, bringing my wrist to her mouth. Her lips pressed against my pulse point first, over the gland, making my scent billow heavily into the air. She applied a gentle kiss that made my heart stutter in my chest. Then her teeth scraped lightly over the skin. Too delicately, too lightly. That would never do.
"Harder," I murmured, guiding her jaw wider with my free hand. "You need to break the skin, Lucy. Make it count."
Her eyes met mine, uncertainty flickering briefly before determination took its place. With a small nod, she bit down again, harder this time. I felt her teeth pierce my skin, the sharp pain quickly blooming into something else entirely—a rush of heat and pleasure that coursed through my veins like liquid fire.
The bond, which had rooted further inside me with every passing second, snapped into its final place with an almost audible click. A key slotting home inside the right lock. I could feel her now, a presence in the back of my mind, a warmth in my chest that hadn't been there before. Mine. Ours. Part of us now, forever.
When Lucy pulled away from me, her mouth stained with dots of my blood, I leaned down to press my mouth to her forehead, tasting the salt of her sweat-slicked skin.
"Perfect," I whispered against her temple.
Lucy's smile was radiant, if tired. But there was no time for rest yet—four more bonds needed to be completed tonight. I met Asher's eyes over Lucy's head and gave him a small nod. He grinned, all predatory hunger and barely contained excitement as he moved to take my place. If the man could catch on fire right now, I knew he would.
I shifted to the side, one hand remaining on Lucy's shoulder. I was unable to break contact completely, even as I surrendered her to my brother's care. The night was just beginning, and by dawn, she would truly be ours in every way that mattered.
ASHER.
My need for Lucy became inevitable, electric, barely contained. I was suddenly the promise of a violent storm—dark clouds rolling across Nevada’s blue sky, casting warning shadows on the desert below. The lightning would eventually strike, catching fire on the ground. And I would burn.
Burn for her.
I positioned over her body, desperate to take her, but just as desperate to enjoy every second. For a heartbeat, I simply stared at Lucy.
At the red coloring her snowy cheeks. At the way her lips had taken on a deeper color, edging away from lavender into mauve. Her pink tongue darted out to lick across her mouth, leaving it glistening. Suddenly, I imagined her starlight hair changing to flames. Blood red around her impossibly pale skin. Her eyes would be emerald embers against the crimson. Maybe she’d dye her hair for me one day, or wear a wig. Maybe Lucy would be willing to be the fire, scorching through me with impossible heat.
I couldn’t be a controlled burn right now.
The only thing possible was a wildfire, spreading without thought, turning everything in its path to ash. Making people evacuate in fear.
Xander had been gentle. Measured. Controlled.
I was chaos incarnate. When I began to move, I couldn’t stop. There was no slowness or gentleness. Threading my handsthrough her silver-white hair, I captured her lips with mine. The taste of her mixed with Xander's lingering presence was a combination that sent fire racing through my veins. I'd watched him claim her with the discipline of a man who carried the weight of our world on his shoulders. But that wasn't my way. Never had been. I took what I wanted with the ferocity of a man who knew firsthand how quickly beautiful things could be ripped away.
How quickly things went up in smoke.
Literally, in a closet of coats.
