Rex leaned over me, babbling words that I could barely keep up with. I was so far along the river of my own pleasure that I didn’t even feel his knot slip inside of me.
I certainly didn’t feel the prick of his teeth on the nape of my neck as I came, blackness tinged with the glow of magic overtaking me for the second time. All I knew as I floated away was that a second heartbeat stuttered into existence, cradled right next to my own.
Chapter Thirty
Ifuckedup.Ifucked up so badly and I didn’t know how I was going to fix it.
Juneau was still asleep, her body completely relaxed as the undercurrent of happiness filled her dreams. I could feel it, and that was the fucking problem.
I stared down at the bite on the nape of her neck, watching a tiny rivulet of blood leak from it. The need to lick it away, to soothe the bite that I’d made, filled me and I gave in, pressing my tongue flat to the mark.
I may have fucked up by bonding her in the heat of the moment, but I would be damned if I didn’t finish the job.
As soon as we started having sex I’d felt like I’d been floating, our magics mixing together in a way that both scared me and made me feel even closer to her. I thought that I’d prepared myself completely for what sex with Juneau would feel like. Out of all of us, I was usually the most controlled when it came to sex, Ialwayskept my head. Sex with Juneau shouldn’t have been any different. Even knowing that, nothing could have prepared me for what the merge of magic would feel like. It was wholly intoxicating and I knew she’d felt it too, her hips lifting to meet mine with a fervor that surprised me even with her being in heat.
As soon as I realized my control was starting to slip I should have stopped. As I sat and stared at her with a clear head, I knew that I should have paused and asked Juneau if she was feeling the sparkle of magic and how it made her feel. Instead I just let it sweep us away along a river of pleasure.
Things had also flashed across my vision while we were connected, similar to the time that we scried before. Glass shattering, a scream, the sound of a clock chiming midnight, the ocean, Juneau’s hair whipping in the wind as she danced in the sand with Bat, a baby’s cry followed by a tattooed finger gripped in a tiny fist.
Something in those flashes told me Ineededto bond Juneau, that if I didn’t I would regret it forever. I had barely registered the thought before my teeth were buried in her neck and her heartbeat fluttered to life next to mine. I had irrevocably tied Juneau to me and the guilt of it sat acidicly in my gut.
Now, thirty minutes later, I was still at a loss for what to do.
I’d cut the rest of the pack off from the bond, not ready to share my fuck-up with them yet.
Juneau made a noise in her sleep and I pulled away, examining the bite again. No matter how long I looked at it, it wasn’t magically going to disappear.
Brushing Juneau’s hair over it, I sucked in a deep, calming breath. I needed to rip off the Band-Aid with the guys before she woke up.
I dressed quickly and gave Juneau’s sleeping form one last wistful look. I wished I could stay curled around her, cementing the bond. But I needed to tell the guys how much I’d fucked up first.
The guys were all sitting in the living room by the time I clomped down the stairs. Podcast was dozing in Doc’s lap, Storm was sketching in a notebook, and Bat was sitting with one of his fucking pigeons on his shoulder. They had no idea of how badly I had fucked everything, and I stood staring at them as they sat oblivious to me.
“Tapping out already?” Doc asked, the corners of his lip tilting up in a grin as he looked up from stroking Podcast’s hair out of his face. My expression must have been grave as shit, because the smile immediately disappeared. “What happened?”
Podcast’s eyes opened and he turned to frown at me, clearly just now realizing that he couldn’t feel my emotions through the shared bond.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. How was I supposed to explain that I’d lost my head because of our magic and bonded Juneau by accident? It sounded crazy for me to even think of the words, let alone vocalize them.
“I fucked up,” I managed to say around the constricted muscles in my throat.
“Did you two just fight the entire time you were up there?” Bat asked, his expression playful but his dark eyes were narrow and calculating as he took in my expression.
I shook my head. “No… I… our magic.”
With a frustrated sigh I finally opened my bonds again, letting my panicked emotions, and the presence of Juneau, enter the delicate connection.
I watched the faces of those I was bonded to shift from concerned to confused. Juneau would feel faint to them since they weren’t bonded to her, but I could feel her as if she was standing right next to me. Up in the nest, she was starting to wake up. I had officially run out of time.
Podcast seemed to connect the dots first. His face flushed with anger as he rolled off of Doc’s lap and got to his feet. In the blink of an eye, his fist was connecting with the side of my face.
It didn’t hurt physically, Podcast couldn’t punch for shit, but my heart twisted with the waves of anger and hurt that was coming from the omega. I couldn’t remember a time when Podcast was so angry with me, not in the almost fifteen years that I’d known him.
‘What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Do.’Podcast’s hands sliced through the air as his chest heaved.
“What’s going on?” I heard Storm mutter to Doc, who looked just as confused as the rest of the alphas did.
Podcast whirled around.‘He fucking bonded her,’he signed, his shoulders tight and his anger continued to bubble down the bond like acid.
