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She bites me. Sharp teeth sink into the meat of my palm, where I’ll see it every time I scrub for surgery. The bond between us slams wide open. Everything she feels for me is bright, warm, and undeniable. I push the same feeling back to her with everything I have as my own orgasm crashes over me. I groan against her neck, hips stuttering as I come hard, filling her deep while my knot throbs and keeps us locked together.

And beyond her… I feel Leith. It’s fainter, but it’s there. Awe. Wonder. Love. He’s completely gone for her. And I can feel, deep in my core, that she is just as gone for him.

I can’t control my grin as I hold our omega between us, locked and bonded, still coming inside her.

I knew it. I fucking knew this would work.

Leith

I’m stunned. Cammie’s feelings pour into me through the fresh bond like a damn flood. Bright, warm, fierce, and so much deeper than I ever let myself hope for. She loves me. Not just wants me. Loves me.

I knew I’d fallen for her. I wanted her. I loved how she fit with the others—pushing back against Piers when he got too bossy, laughing and playing with Beck’s nonsense, going soft and sweet with Finn. She was never as soft with me, and I didn’t want her to be. But I never guessed she felt this much. For me.

Logically, she should have fallen hardest for Piers and Beck. They’re her scent matches. And it was clear from the start how easily she connected with Finn. I worried there wouldn’t be room left for me. Not like the space she gives each of them. It feels like a fucking gift I never thought I could ask for.

My knot is slowly deflating inside her, Beck still locked at her back. The others are kissing her, touching her, murmuring soft words against her skin. I don’t move much. I hold her tight against my chest, arms wrapped around her like I can shield her from the whole world.

She sighs and presses closer, her cheek against my heart.

My omega.

Mine.

Piers lifts Cammie off my lap with careful hands. “Come here, sunshine.”

I don’t know what to do with my arms now that she’s no longer in them. I feel the loss of her warmth, her weight, her scent.

Cammie, still flushed and glowing from everything we did, gets that cocky little smirk on her face as Piers pulls her close. “You can’t boss me this time,” she tells him, voice husky and defiant. “Tonight, I boss you.”

Piers’ laugh is low and dark. “You think so, gorgeous?” His hand cracks down on her ass in a sharp smack. The sound echoes, and her round ass jiggles beautifully. All of us watch, hungry.

I sit up, eyes still locked on Cammie, when Finn lets out a low, needy growl beside me. It pulls my gaze to him. “Kiss me, Finn,” I mutter roughly.

It breaks his dazed stare. He turns fully toward me, cups my face with both hands, and kisses me. It’s soft, tender, and full of everything we don’t always say out loud.

“I love you,” Finn whispers against my lips.

I look into his eyes and feel it. There’s no bond between us yet, but I know he means it. I feel it too, deep and steady in my chest.

Cammie crawls toward us on the bed, eyes shining with heat and love. “I love you both so much.” The words catch in her throat. “And I love how much you love each other.”

When the three of us come together, there is nothing neat about it. Hands everywhere, mouths meeting in messy, desperate kisses. My hand grips her hip. Finn’s fingers thread through her hair. Cammie moans between us, pressing her body tight like she never wants to be apart again.

“I want to taste you,” she huffs against Finn’s lips. “Now.”

She pushes his chest hard. Finn falls back, letting her have her way. She crawls over him, lapping at him with her pink tongue from his neck to his nipples and lower, until she wraps her lips around his cock and sinks down until her nose brushes his stomach.

Piers is already behind her, gripping her hips roughly and yanking them high into the air. He lines up and thrusts in deep in one smooth stroke. Cammie moans loudly around Finn’s cock, the sound vibrating through him.

Piers starts fucking her hard, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust. Every so often his hand cracks down on her ass with a sharp smack, leaving a red handprint before he smooths it away, soothing the sting.

Cammie’s eyes are watering, throat working around Finn as she takes him to the back of her throat again and again. Finn’s hands are fisted tight in the sheets, knuckles white, like he’s terrified that if he touches her he’ll come too fast.

I can’t look away. I stroke my own cock slowly, watching my omega take her pack like she was made for it.

The slick sounds of Piers slamming into her pussy, the obscene gagging noises as she swallows Finn, the way her body jolts between them with every thrust. It’s hot.

Finn finally unclenches his fingers from the bedding. He reaches down and gently tugs Cammie’s hair until her eyes lift to his. “I want to be inside you.”