My omega purrs at that idea. Loves the thought of him marking my skin.
“It’ll be easier if you both bite each other at the same time,” Thayer adds, pinching my chin to make sure I’m hearing him. “And even better if you do it when you both come.”
I blink and then nod, my inner muscles clenching. Piers groans, hands gripping me tighter and rolling me on his cock.
“We can help, if you want?” Forsythe suggests. He cups my face and holds me steady. “I can bark at both of you to come and you will, at the same time. But only if you’re okay with it,cor mea. If you trust us.”
Piers pulls back, watching for my reaction. It’s my first instinct to say no, to recoil at the very suggestion of it, but when I look at the prince all I see is gentle concern in his eyes, the need to make this as painless as possible for both of us. Because a beta’s bitehurts. And he and Thayer are right that it’ll hurt less if we do it at the cusp of our pleasure.
“We can wait,” Piers says, rushing to give me what I need. Or rather, what he thinks I need. “We can wait until you're more comfortable, little bird. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No,” I protest, forcing my lips to form the words. “No, I don’t want to wait. Piers, this is important. You are important. I want your bite on my skin just as much as theirs.” I turn my attention to Forsythe and Thayer. “I trust you. You can bark at us to make it easier.”
Both of their expressions go soft. “Good girl,” Thayer praises me.
“Brave girl,” Court corrects. “Our brave fucking girl.”
Their words light me up inside and I clamp down on Piers, who makes a strangled gasping sound that absolutely pleases my omega. I want him to always make that sound when he’s inside me.
“So good,” He pants out. “Sunshine, you feel so fuckinggoodwhen you do that.”
Court lets out a low filthy chuckle. “You’re his first pussy, Pix.”
Piers cheeks heat with embarrassment at the overshare on the part of our alpha, but there’s no need. “I’m so fucking honored,” I tell him, tightening myself around him. “So happy to be your first.”
“First and only,” he tells me like a vow. “Yours alone.”
“Mine,” I agree, easily as Thayer and Forsythe press in a little closer to our backs. Court and Grieves on our sides, like they want to be as close as they can be to witness this, witness us coming together, marking each other, bonding in the only way we’re able.
Piers’ teeth latch onto my neck, while mine do the same to him. Our alpha’s hands hold us steady, supporting us, making sure we’re going to do this right.
“When you come bite hard and fast,” Thayer murmurs in a quiet but unbreakable bark. “No hesitation.” I feel it shiver over me and instead of feeling trapped or scared, I only feel anticipation.
Piers and I move together, our bodies writhing as we strain to reach our peak together.
“Ready?” Forsythe asks. My only reply is a desperate sob against Piers’ skin. “Both of you come now.”
Pleasure explodes in my center. A keening cry pulls from my chest as my pussy clamps down hard on Piers’ cock. At the same time my teeth snap down, just like Thayer commanded. Blood fills my mouth as pain from my beta’s teeth threatens to take me under.
“Again,” my prime barks. And pleasure swells and crests with such vicious speed black swallows me whole.
Chapter 33: Bites, Bonds and Bliss
Florence
“She’s fading,” Thayer murmurs, sounding far away, palming the side of my face. “Maybe we should-”
“Suggest it,” Court laughs. “I dare you. She’s determined to do this tonight. Aren’t you, Pixie?”
I make a little humming sound without opening my eyes. But I make my lips part. “I am.” Even though my neck is throbbing and my limbs are languid, I don’t want to leave more than half the pack out of the bond, not even until morning.
Still, just in case they are right and I’m not physically capable of continuing, I do a quick scan of myself. I feel really good. Really, really good. Lit up inside, like my soul has caught fire and I want to feed the blaze until it's an inferno.
Court’s bond is there as bright as ever, but now, right alongside it, is a new one, faint but unmistakably there. It spreads through me like warmth, like a steady hand at my back, like the first deep breath after holding it too long.
Not a bond. Not in the way Court’s is.
But a thread.
