I saw stars.
I was shuddering and coming, the orgasm rushing through my body unlike anything I had ever felt before. I barely registered Dexter’s cock sliding out of me, sticky with cum and slick as it rubbed over my ass cheeks, still hard as a rock. Instead, while I continued to convulse on Sergio’s swelling knot —which he was pumping in and out of my stretched hole, tormenting me with his girth until he’d swelled too far to pull back out again— Dex rolled me onto my back, bringing Serge with me. Then he leaned over and offered me his neck.
I bit down without hesitation.
“Ah,fuck,” he moaned, and more sticky, wet warmth hit my thigh. But it was the fact that I felt his orgasminside me, through the bond we’d just made, that I focused on.
Riding that high and the excitement of being bonded to Dexter, I bit into Sergio’s neck, coming again when the overwhelming pleasure of bonding with him burst through me just as it had with Dex.
Sergio roared and grabbed for our mate, sinking his teeth into Dex’s neck to complete the three-way bond, and the stars I had seen earlierexplodedas the bond was finalized and snapped into place.
The sensations were amazing and so completely overwhelming that everything went white.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Dexter and I panicked as Sage went slack, his consciousness and presence in the bond dimming suddenly. He was still breathing, which was a good sign, but the fact that I was locked inside him and he was no longer conscious was…well, it was not ideal.
“We should have waited,” I lamented, struggling to catch my breath and feeling as though the current situation was entirely my fault.
“I can feel your guilt,” Dexter murmured, carefully rubbing my back. I grimaced as I tried to hold still, not in the most comfortable position to hold a prolonged knot. I was too old to be braced over the top of one of my young lovers for too long. “And you have nothing to feel guilty for. It was the intensity of the bonding; I think it would have happened whenever we finally bonded. Hell,Ialmost blacked out, and I didn’t have your knot in me.” He cocked his head. “Maybe because he was literally in the middle of it, he felt it all the strongest?”
“Hmm,” I wasn’t convinced, but there was no changing what had happened at that point. What was done was done. “Be that as it may, this is awkward. He’s unconscious and I’m…oh, gods.”I moved, trying to alleviate some of the pressure on my straining muscles, and the motion stimulated my knot.
Dexter gasped, clutching at his cum-covered cock, spurting weakly onto the sheets. “That’s going to take some getting used to,” he marveled, while I did everything in my power to avoid the reflective wave of his most recent orgasm through our magical connection, lest I also pass out from coming too much.
Grimacing, and ignoring Dex’s awe, I said, “Help me roll us back onto our sides. I don’t want to crush him.”
“Shit, yes, of course.”
We both gasped and moaned and grimaced at the sensations the jostling caused, and I yelped when Sage woke up midway through the process, arching his back as he rode out the nearly painful pleasure looping through the bond, his own mild orgasms only adding to the feelings which had already been pinging between me and Dexter.
“Fuck,” Dexter panted, collapsing against Sage’s back once we were back in the position we’d originally started in. He kissed the overlapping bite marks on Sage’s neck, “that was incredible. How are you feeling, baby?”
“Did…did I pass out?” Giving up on trying to turn his head to face Dexter, Sage looked at me for confirmation. When I nodded, he cringed. “That’s embarrassing. Neither of you…?”
“No, beautiful,” I shook my head. “Dexter believes because you were in the middle of us all, literally, you bore the brunt of the intensity of the bond snapping into place.”
“Maybe Eric might have something to add to that theory,” Sage yawned, and I shuddered through more clenching around my knot. He moaned, his eyes fluttering shut. “This feels so much better than I ever dreamed.”
“Told you,” Dex muttered, still pressing kisses to whatever parts of Sage’s skin he could reach without moving us all too much. “His knot is exquisite.”
“Like you’ve had any other knots to compare it to,” Sage teased, and I bristled.
“He hasn’t and he won’t.”
Both of my omegas lifted their heads to face me, their amusement pulsing through the bond.
“Possessive alpha,” Dexter accused playfully. “Tsk tsk. We’re not your property, darling.”
I rolled my eyes. “Those bite marks say otherwise.”
“Well, in that case, you are our property in kind,” he shrugged.
I grinned. “I like the sound of that.”
The next time we saw Eric, I understood Sage’s initial reticence to tell his younger brother about our connection. We spent hours answering questions about our bonding — questions that almost seemed invasive, though I understood their relevance for shifterkind as a whole.
When I raised my concerns over Sage’s health following his moment of unconsciousness, particularly considering his condition, Eric leaned back in his seat and nodded in Dexter’s direction. “I believe, as Dex has suggested, that by being in the middle of the bond as it initiated, for lack of a better description,he would have acted like a magical conduit of some kind. Physically, he seems fine now—”
