Court.
Mine.
“There’s my girl,” he murmurs, face buried against my neck. “Fuck. There you are, Pixie. Like magic dust sprinkled on my soul.”
I’m not sure how long we stay like that, holding each other, rocking together, lapping at our bites, but it doesn’t feel that long before we’re interrupted.
“Release your knot,” Forsythe barks at Court in a quiet but firm tone.
Court groans, his cock spilling inside me again, and his hips buck. “You’re a fucking cunt, you know that?” He growls at our prime as his knot deflates. “First time knotting our girl and you don’t let me come down naturally?”
Forsythe only shrugs. “There are four more of us that want to bond with her too. None of us want to wait thirty minutes for your cock to calm down.”
A laugh bursts out of me, and the petulant look on Court’s face melts as he sends a bolt of warm amusement right into me. “You think that’s funny, Pix?”
I shrug and bend to kiss him. “I mean, a little.”
I’m fucking giddy in the bond and I know he can feel it too. It's happening, and Forsythe’s right that I don’t really want to wait for his knot to go down naturally. I want this done now. I want to feel all of them like I can feel Court.
My bonded alpha growls and slaps my ass hard before rubbing the sting away. All the while he holds me steady, his mouth devouring mine in a searing kiss full of love and devotion.
It makes my brain hazy, and my body heats all over again.
I barely have time to catch my breath before Piers is there, his hands gentle as he turns my face toward him.
“Hey,” he murmurs, searching my eyes. “How are you holding up, sunshine?”
I nod, my chest rising and falling a little too fast. “I’m good.”
His smile is soft, a little awed. “Good.”
He brushes his thumb along my cheek, wiping away something I hadn’t even realized had fallen. Tears. Of course. How can I not cry when I can feel Court in my chest, feel his devotion and his awe that we’re finally connected, irrevocably.
I sway toward our beta, leaning into him, pulling him into a kiss, that is different from Court’s. Softer. Slower. Like he’strying to take care of me even now, even in this. Like this is something he’s giving, not taking.
I melt into him, into the warmth and steadiness of him, into the way he holds me like I’m something precious.
He pulls back and scans my face. What he’s looking for I’m not sure and I don’t linger on it. “I want you next, Piers,” I tell him. How can I not? Piers has picked me from the beginning. He was the first to choose me, the first to defy his duties for me.
He blinks at me, startled. “You do?”
I nod, my arms winding over his shoulders as our alphas help position us, lifting me off Court and onto Piers’ lap.
“Always,” I whisper, as he slides inside. We both groan and our alphas do too.
For a moment, it’s just us, just me and my beta moving together, rocking against one another, hands and mouths and limbs searching and gripping, caressing and tasting. Our pack moves around us, sometimes joining in, murmuring encouragements that bleed together.
“You ready to make our girl yours?” Thayer asks, pressing into our sides. “To show the world she belongs to you?”
Piers nods, eyes hazy with pleasure, sweat slicking his skin. There is no stopping the needy omega whine that pulls from me at the thought of his bite on me.
“Shh,cor mea. Don’t worry, he’s going to give you what you need,” Forsythe reassures me from my other side. “And you’ll claim him right back, won’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan, jaw already aching with the need to sink into his flesh.
“Where?” Piers asks, sounding worried and overwhelmed.
I’m too blissed out to make sense of what he’s asking, but thankfully, Forsythe is there, guiding our beta’s head to the curve where my shoulder meets my neck, opposite from Court’s bite. “Here. Where everyone will see your claim on her.”
