Page 70 of Pack Down Bad

Rhys slows to a stop at my chest, pausing just above my left breast, his teeth grazing me. I brace myself just in time for hisbite.

A ragged cry tears from my throat as pain arcs through me. I don’t flinch away, though, because I want this. I want to savor the pain of being bonded to my own personal hero. He rescued me from my lowest moment, and now he’s part of the best day of my life.

The bond tears open like a dam breaking.

I gasp, my breath stolen as Rhys pours into me. Chaotic, vibrant, bright. His adoration crashes over me, wild and fierce. His need to protect me, his hunger, his aching desperation to beseen. To beloved back.

I sob, overwhelmed.

He keeps thrusting, deeper and harder, his mouth frozen over the mark close to my heart. My orgasm hits sharp and sudden. My muscles spasm, my body clenching him so tightly that he sinks his teeth in even deeper.

Rhys pushes his knot into place and spills inside of me.

Another knot. Another bond.

One more to go.

Percy kisses Knox’s chest before climbing over him to get to me. He switches places with Rhys, settling his body between my thighs as he kisses my temple.

I’m trembling, my skin sticky with sweat and covered in their scents. My thighs slick from my release.

Percy’s hands are cool as he smooths his palms over my ribs, my belly, and my hips. He worships every part of me. He doesn’t hurry.

But I see the look in his eyes–the quiet, burning hunger hiding behind his calm demeanor.

My body has been stretched and filled, but I’m still wet and aching. I want more. I want him, my Percy. My alpha.

He slides the tip of his cock through my slick folds, pausing to stare down at the spot where we finally meet. His cock is thick and ready, waiting for what’s promised. He’s been so good and patient waiting for his turn. Waiting for me.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs. “All that release... you’redrippingwith us.”

I moan, shivering as his words stroke some raw part of me. He jerks his hips to thrust into me, and I cling to him like a lifeline, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

Every stroke is deep and intentional as he slowly builds tension for both of us. His mouth peppers kisses across my cheek, pausing when he reaches my jaw.

“Where do you want me to bite, sweetheart?” he whispers, lips grazing my ear.

“My neck,” I gasp out. “I want everyone to see.”

His eyes flash wildly, pupils blown wide.

I’m not sure if he had ideas of his own about where to bond me, but my suggestion pleases him greatly. The idea of his mark being on constant display seems to bring out a possessive energy in him that shocks me in its intensity.

The rhythm of his hips stutters, snapping harder and faster. His control is unraveling with every thrust.

I dig my heels into his lower back, urging him deeper. The change in position sinks his knot into me right where I need.

Then I feel his bite.

Precise. Claiming.Right where my neck meets my shoulder.

It’s everything.

I shatter, stars flashing in my vision. Please and pain detonate together in my core and ripple out across the rest of my body as the bond slams into me, completing our pack.

Percy, with his calm devotion, steadying the balance of our pack. His quiet, encompassing love that surrounds us all, even when the other alphas take center stage.

“Percy!” I cry out his name as I come around him, my pulse roaring in my ears. He follows with a groan, spilling inside of me as he wraps himself around me like armor.

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