A low growl sounds from our omega. Adorable and tiny.Displeased.“I won’t regret it. I would have bonded with you months ago, back on that stupid island, if you’d given me any indication at all that you wanted it, that you wanted me. But you were so focused on your duty, that I knew you’d never choose me.” Her fingers move to the hem of the t-shirt she only just put on. “But you have, haven’t you? You’ve picked me? You want me?”
“So much,” I growl out, unable to keep from taking one stalking step toward her.
With a smug little smirk on her lips, she inches the fabric up and up and up, revealing her soft, sweet skin to us inch by inch.
“Then what better way to prove it, then to bond with me? Imagine it. Isadora shows up with one half ass bite on her neck. Tomorrow, I’ll show up with five fully healed mating marks and a bite on each of you.” She whips the shirt over her head and off, damp hair swinging around her bare shoulders.
We all stand and stare at her, take in the beauty of her naked body, the dips and curves of her. The long lean muscles, the flare of confidence in her eyes, almost a challenge. Like she’s daring us to take her, to make good on the promises made to bite her, bond her.
“You’re sure, bubbles?” Grieves asks again, sounding for all the world like he’s barely holding himself back.
She doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t pause or take a breath. Just smiles that sunshine smile that I love so damn much. “I’m sure.”
Episode 32: S.W.A.B (Sealed With a Bite)
Florence
You’d think I was a matador waving a red flag at a herd of bulls with how quickly they all thunder toward me. Only I don’t try to evade them, to spin out of the way. I simply wait for whoever reaches me first.
I should have known it would be Court. He’s quick on his feet when he’s properly motivated. And my naked body seems to be motivation enough.
I squeal when he bends low, hooking his hands under my thighs to lift me without slowing his pace. A second later we crash into the bed, Court twisting at the last moment to land on his back and avoid crushing me.
Pressing up against his chest, I laugh down at him. “Really?”
“Really. I’m so fucking ready to have you be mine.”
I give into the urge to brush his hair back from his face. “I am yours, pretty boy.”
He grins, catching my hand to press a kiss to my palm. “I know, Pix. And now the world will know it too.”
The mattress trembles and shakes as the rest of the pack joins us. Grieves presses into my back, big hands skimming up my thighs, over my hips, my belly, my ribs as I lean into him.
Thayer crawls in on my right, pinching my chin at the same time Grieves’ calloused fingers pinch both of my nipples. “You’re sure you want this, killer? The bond will be stronger if we wait until you go into heat.”
I almost snap at him. Almost throw up my hands and loudly declare that I am a fully grown woman and I know my own mind and if they keep asking, I’m going to assumetheydon’t want this.
But when I look at him, all I see is concern, so I bite my tongue. “Not to mention,” he adds, thumb stroking over my bottom lip. “That taking on five bonds when you’re already exhausted and overwrought might be too much.”
He’s not wrong. Part of why most bonding takes place during heat is that an omega's body is already thrown out of whack. They’re focused on giving and taking pleasure and not a lot else. Being bonded during all of that is important, but it’s also barely a blip on the radar. It sort of blends in with everything else.
And the aftermath can be hard to navigate, since newly bonded packs tend to do a lot of fucking. If bonded during a heat, that aspect takes care of itself.
But being fully present, fully aware and bonding with an entire pack can be physically and emotionally exhausting.
Doesn’t change the fact that I want it though.
I catch his hand and kiss his palm, just like Court did to me. “I appreciate you checking in, professor. But I swear to god if any of you ask me one more time if I’m sure, I’m going to scream. I don’t want to wait. I want to feel you in my chest and in my soul.”
His blue eyes study me for a moment longer before he gives a sharp nod. “No more waiting.”
“And…?”
“No more checking if this is what you want, sunshine,” Piers pipes in dutifully.
I sag in relief. “Thank you. I know it’s going to be a lot. But I promise you I want this.”
Court smooths his hands up and down my thighs before gripping my hips and grinding up into me, making me gasp. “And we can always bite you again during your heat, to make the bond stronger.” He looks at Thayer, like he’s the resident bond specialist. “Right?”
