He ignored me and my inner omega felt almost offended.
Irritation filled me and I dug my nails in harder, dragging them down his tattooed back with more force this time and the alpha shuddered with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Dallas’s next thrust was much rougher than any of the ones before it and stars danced behind my eyelids as he hiked my hips up off of the bed and planted his knees underneath them, completely changing the angle and depth.
“You’re impatient, you know that?” he rasped in my ear before going right back to the same spot as before, his lips sucking and lapping at the spot like it was the most fascinating part of me as he yanked my hips flush against his again, his knot slipping in just past my clutching entrance.
I came with a surprised yelp, my legs unwrapping from around his waist and shooting straight out, my toes curling as I sucked in a gulping, ragged breath.
Dallas’s knot was trapped amongst the spasms and I felt his grip on the tops of my hips, his tattooed hands almost bruising,tightening even more as he had no other choice but to knot me and come, his forehead resting on my collarbone as he let out a roar that seemed to shake the curtains of my nest.
Then he lifted his head and his teeth flashed as he latched onto my chest, clamping down onto the place just underneath the bone he’d been fixated on where there was more flesh and he bit down hard.
My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt a fourth and final bond click into place.
Finally,finallythere was balance.
It was like the closing of a loop—a loop that I hadn’t known existed before I met the four of them—and now as I brushed my fingers lazily through Dallas’s hair and he lapped at the fresh bond mark I couldn’t imagine a life without them.
“Thank you,” I whispered with a yawn, as I heard the door open and the other three came into the room in various stages of undress.
The sun had set at some point and they looked tired.
Their arrival didn’t signal the time for more sex—no. That time had passed. Now it was time for us to bond as a pack.
Dallas let out a soft snore on my chest and Brooks chuckled as he tugged a blanket up over the both of us.
“Stubborn ass,” he commented as he crawled into the nest next to us and curled up against me.
“And don’t you let him forget it,” I told him sleepily as Maverick and Zeke settled in on my other side.
I lay there for a while, long after their soft breathing shifted into sleep and I was surrounded by the mix of their scents.
This place was safe and it was ours. I just didn’t know what would happen once we left this sanctuary and went back into the real world.
That was my last thought as I finally drifted off to sleep, my fingers still curled in Dallas’s hair and each of my alpha’s fingers entwined on some part of my body.
Chapter Thirty
Lennon’s Home — Cape Cod
Three Weeks Until the Election…
“Uno!” Zeke crowed, slapping his final card down on the table with the pride of a man who had won every board game we had played this afternoon and would probably continue to do so no matter what we picked.
“Fuck!” Dallas cursed, slapping his stack of cards down with disgust. “You have to be cheating. This is some actual bullshit, I’ve never played this badly in my entire damned life.”
“I quite literally kicked your ass at Uno in Missouri, like, two months ago,” Zeke said, hiking a thumb over his shoulder like it was only a couple of days ago.
I sat quietly with my own two cards, trying not to draw the ire of my hotheaded alpha as Brooks did the same with his own three cards.
Truthfully, we had ganged up on Dallas because it was adorable to see him get so mad about the game, but there was no way in hell we were about to admit to it.
The past few days since my heat had finally eased off completely had been the calmest of my life. My grandmother had assured me that all was well with the campaign and that no one really missed me and even Carter sounded good on the phone.
Other than the identity crisis of no one really needing me in that world that her words had brought on, I was doing great.
The constant sex helped.
