The professor grunts, a low almost pained sound and then he cums again.
The contrast between the two of them is almost startling in its intensity. But it makes my toes curl all the same.
Thayer’s bond is precise. Measured.
Grieves’ bond hits like a storm. Heavy. Immediate. Unrelenting.
The moment Thayer’s lands, something sharp and electric floods through me, racing along my nerves like lightning. Calm and focused and aware. It steals my breath, not because it overwhelms me, but because it clarifies everything.
Thayer.
Always thinking, always analyzing—until now, when he lets it go and just feels.
The intensity of Grieves’ drives the air from my lungs as something deep and ancient snaps into place.
A claim rooted in protection.
A wall slamming up around me, solid and immovable, wrapping me in something fierce and unbreakable. Safety. Strength. Protection.
Mine to guard. Mine to keep.
The thought isn’t mine, alone. It's a thought that belongs to all of us in the bond. Possessive and loving.
Everything slows after that.
My body hums, my chest tight, my thoughts a little hazy as I try to catch up with everything I’m feeling—all of them, layered inside me, around me.
Four bonds.
Four pieces of them settling into me, into my bones, into my soul.
But there’s still one missing.
Forsythe.
My eyes flutter open to find him still right there, in front of me, watching every bit of me, making sure I’m still doing okay. My lips curl into a small sated smile and he blows out a breath before nodding once. Then he barks, “release your knots.”
Grieves and Thayer groan as they cum for a third time, and their bodies start to do as our prime demanded. “Court’s right,” Thayer mutters against my neck, lips pressed to his mating mark. “You are a cunt.”
The prince shrugs. “Never said I wasn’t. Come here,cor mea,” he says gently, hooking his hands under my arms and lifting from between my two alphas. An obscene amount of cum and slick gush out of me as he does. And, though my cheeks heat with ridiculous embarrassment, there’s a round of groans and pleased curses from the rest of the pack.
“God, that’s a pretty sight,” Court mutters and Piers makes an agreeing humming noise. The beta’s eyes are at half-mast and he’s sporting a new bond mark on his neck. The sight of it makes my heart swell to nearly bursting.
Piers gives me a sweet smile, likely feeling my emotions through our bond. And I smile back, just as sweet.
“I think our beta needs more bites,” I murmur to the room at large and Piers beams at me. “He’s going to look so good claimed by all of us.”
“You’re right, omega.” Forsythe hums, as he lays me gently onto the mattress, and then sits back on his heels as he uses his hands to open me to his gaze. I can only imagine what I look like. My cheeks flush, but I let him look. He meets my gaze again.“Don’t worry. Thayer and Grieves are going to take care of him while I take care of you, yeah?”
I nod, eyes wide and focused on him. “Yeah.”
The corner of his mouth ticks up. But he doesn’t move. Just sits there, cock rigid against his abs, taking in my flushed naked body, possession burning in his eyes.
“Sythe,” I whisper. “Please.”
He still doesn’t move. Even as Thayer and Grieves join Court and Piers, surrounding the beta in the same way I had been. “You know,” the prince says, almost musing. “I don’t think I could have designed a better omega for us.”
My brow wrinkles. “What?”
