Page 146 of Believe it or Knot

The connection between us strengthens, grows, blooming into a solid thing that I can feel in my chest. I pull back to look down at her. “There you, biscuit,” I murmur, bending to kiss the dazed look off her face, tasting the copper of both our blood. “There you fucking are. My heart. Right where you’re supposed to be in my chest.”

“Gage,” she whispers, and it’s so much more than just my name. It’s everything she’s feeling at the moment. Love and joy and awe and completion and reverence. For me. The unworthy asshole who’s been in love with her for forever.

I angle my head to lick at my mating bite, lapping at the blood trickling from her, both hating that I hurt her, that I made her bleed, and loving the sight of my teeth marks in her flesh. She shifts and tries to do the same to me, adorable and unnecessary. Her bite on my skin is purely decorative, and it’s going to take longer to heal. But I couldn’t be prouder to have it.

The scent of lemon blueberry cheesecake hits my nose. Liam’s scent has always driven me crazy. Crazier than I care to admit, but this is… creamier, sweeter, sharper. More. His scent but turned up to twenty-five.

“Heat,” Gray breathes. “Liam, baby, you’re going into heat.”

The omega whimpers as Sorrel twists her head to look at him. “Liam?”

He reaches out to her, laces his fingers through hers, and squeezes. “The sight of your pleasure, the scent of you…” Green eyes flick up to mine. “Both of you together… Bonding. Her begging for your knot. It was apparently a trigger. I was already close, but now I’m there. It’s happening.”

Oh, fuck. I’ve never been with an omega in heat. Male or female, it’s never been something I’ve thought about doing, because the only person I would want to spend days fucking is the one currently under me with my cock still buried inside her. But she’s a member of Liam’s pack… I’m a member of Liam’s pack and that means I’ll likely be involved.

At the very least, I’ll be in charge of making sure they all eat and stay hydrated. Monitor to make sure everything goes smoothly.

The omega looks at my girl with pleading eyes. “I want you to be a part of it… will you?”

Sorrel melts under me, her expression going soft and liquid. “Of course, I will. I wouldn’t leave you wanting, Liam.”

He whimpers again, and the sound makes my dick twitch and Sorrel clench down on me. We both watch as Rafe crawls over and swallows Liam’s cock in one fell swoop, making the omega thrash under him in pleasure. “So good, omega,” Gray croons. “You’re doing so good. Rafe is gonna make you come, take the edge off, so we can discuss your heat with our new pack members, yes?”

Liam nods frantically, soaking up the praise as his hips thrust into Rafe’s mouth.

“Discuss?” Sorrel asks, sounding breathy and horny. “What do we need to discuss? Aren’t we all just going to have a lot of sex?”

Gray looks up at us, me still buried in her pussy, unwilling to leave the tight clamp of her body. Not so soon after bonding with her. My alpha is already demanding that I take her again, fill her with my seed repeatedly, breed her.

“Yes, that’s the general idea.” He runs his fingers lazily through Liam’s hair as the omega cries out, arching his back. Fuck, his pheromones are going crazy, saturating the air. My hips drag out of Sorrel and then back in, in time with the bobbing of Rafe’s head, like I can’t fucking help it. “But there are ground rules we need to cover. Like how far everyone is willing to go.” This he says while looking right at me. Sorrel tips her head to look at me too, a moan falling from her kiss-swollen lips.

“Gage?” Her soft fingers brush over my cheek, down my neck to her bite mark. My eyes drift shut at the tender touch. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I never considered having an omega, helping them through a heat, I never thought about what it would be like. I didn’t allow myself to linger over the realization that by picking her and only her, I’d be neglecting a part of my alpha. But now… Now I don’t have to choose, because getting Sorrel also means gaining a pack and an omega. Liam.

My eyes open and I smile down at the woman who has held my heart for so long. She touches my smile with the tips of her fingers and I kiss them gently, before looking up at Gray, Liam and Rafe. “I’ll go as far as Liam wants me too. If not, I can hang back, make sure everyone is drinking water or-”

“No,” Liam gasps out, frantic green gaze on me, fingers gripping Rafe’s dark hair. “No, I want you. Fuck, do I want you. Both of you. Please. Please. I need you.”

The sound of him stating that to both me and Sorrel is enough to have me coming again, hips grinding into our girl as I spill inside her. She gasps and writhes under me, clenching down too, the heat pheromones in the air infecting her, lighting her up with pleasure.

“Well, now that we have that covered,” Gray says, sounding perfectly in control, but the stiffness of his dick and the pre-cum dripping from it are telling. “Let’s talk about bonding.”

“I want it,” Liam says immediately, hands fisting Rafe’s dark hair, hips thrusting and grinding. I watch as Rafe grips his ball sac and squeezes, making Liam shoot into a sitting positing with a long loud moan, before he sinks back down, hips pressed into his alpha’s face as Rafe swallows and swallows and swallows, humming his pleasure the whole fucking time.

Jesus, is this what the heat is going to be like?

No, Gage. It’ll be more. More of everything. So much pleasure you lose yourself in it for fucking days.

We watch as Rafe cleans Liam’s cum off of him and then sits back on his heels, looking like a smug motherfucker, and Liam trembles and shakes, splayed out on the mattress. He gulps in air, flaccid cock already growing hard again.

“Now then, mi amor,” Rafe says, wiping at the corner of his mouth with his thumb, no doubt catching some of the omega’s cum. He shuffles over to me and Sorrel and feeds it between her lips. Her eyes flutter as she moans. “What were you saying?”

Liam huffs and flaps his hands before flopping them onto the mattress, still staring at the ceiling. “I want the bond. All the bonds. Every bond. I want to bite Sorrel and Gage and make them fucking mine.”

Gray looks up at us. “That urge is only going to get worse as his heat progresses. You’ll both likely start feeling the need to claim and be claimed. We need to know if that’s something you want or if Rafe and I need to step in to keep it from happening.” His cool gray eyes focus on our beta. “Though, if I’m honest, I’ll be battling the urge myself.”

“Same.” Rafe strokes a finger over Sorrel’s parted lips, dragging her bottom lips down and then releasing it with a pop to circle my mating mark. A warning growl rumbles from me, but he just chuckles and doesn’t actually touch the claim. “I want my mark on this pretty neck too, conejita. So you need to say right now if it’s something you don’t want.”

Sorrel’s eyes close. A shuddering breath trembles out of her lungs blows over my face, and then the most beautiful smile takes over. I can feel her prodding our bond, feeling it out, sending a little thrill through me. “I think…” she says softly. “I think I do want it.” Her aqua eyes open and meet mine. “I didn’t know what it would be like before. I didn’t know it would feel like coming home, having a bond.”

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