It was only a partial bond, I hadn’t bit him back and I wasn’t about to right now when I wasn’t locked inside of him. Call me sentimental, but I wanted it in a moment we were captivated on each other.
“So, our omega is spicy in heat. Noted,” Nash said, choking back a laugh at my expense.
“Watch out or you’ll be next,” I warned.
“I can’t take anymore,” Wren sobbed out around her next orgasm, pulling away from him to escape any more.
“Bite,” Devon begged, whining the words in his heat fog. She shifted so her mouth found his, kissing him hard before trailing her kisses to his shoulder then sinking her own teeth into his flesh. He needed this, his emotional state too delicate to be rejected, even if it wasn’t a true rejection.
Through the partial bond I had, I felt them, a faint flicker of pure adoration. I couldn’t imagine how humbling it would be when finished.
My own teeth ached to bite him back, but I held myself back for now. I had to hold out. This was only the beginning.
Devon
Heats had never beenthis all-consuming. Maybe it was because I trusted my pack implicitly and had never been able to truly let go before.
We were two days in and I was growing impatient. All I wanted was for my pack to claim me like I’d claimed them.
The single bond I had at this point taunted me and I wasn’t having it.
“What are you up to, firecracker?” Shepherd asked, voice still sleep roughened as I climbed over him.
My mouth found his cock, sliding my lips around him. Soap from his last shower masked his scent a little but I knew the moment I worked him up it would shine through.
“Wren,” I called out after pulling off of Shepherd for a moment. She poked her head in, a drink for me in hand.
“I want you, too,” I said. If I could speak now, I was going to take advantage of it, it wouldn’t be this way for long.
“I’m here, just take a drink for me,” she said as she pressed the straw to my lips. I drank down what I could and she seemed satisfied enough to set it aside.
“Fuck her,” I told Shepherd as I nudged Nash awake and called out for Braxton. He came in and sat his food tray to the side as he joined us.
“He’s bossy,” Wren joked as she straddled Shepherd’s lap, her lips pressing against his. He melted into her kiss, not arguing at me ordering them around.
Especially not when she shifted over him. I didn’t hesitate to reach for his cock, helping her sink down on him.
I shivered, my own empty channel clenching around nothing. A whimper escaped but hands moved soothingly over my back. My alpha.
“I’m here, omega. Your alpha has you,” Nash promised. His fingers teased down my spine to my crack, pushing between my cheeks to gather slick before sliding into me.
I groaned at the electric jolt that his touch sent coursing through me. The fog was teasing at the edges of my vision again but I kept my focus on them, fighting it.
“Bite each other. We do this while I can appreciate it,” I growled, not caring how pathetic and demanding I sounded right now.
“Can I bite you, little dove?” Shepherd asked as she bounced on his cock. She bit her lip and nodded, a picture of debauched innocence.
Nash continued to tease me while I watched them. Braxton’s hands soothed over my skin, keeping the fog at bay while we gave them their moment.
I needed to see this, to feel them.
Wren’s head fell to the side, offering her alpha plenty of unblemished skin to mark. A low growl rumbled out of him at the sight and he moved forward, slamming his cock into her as he bit down. He’d barely pulled back when she struck, taking his wrist and biting the opposite side I did.
“Move next to Shepherd,” I ordered Nash. They were propped up, almost shoulder to shoulder. I could have sank down on him right then, but I didn’t want to. Not yet.
“I owe my other omega a bite,” Shepherd teased, eyeing me with that same hungry desperation I felt rattling through my body. It was an incessant urge that wouldn’t quiet.
“Where do you want me, omega?” Braxton asked.