Page 59 of Ruffled Feathers

“I want you to claim me. I want to be yours too,” Lance murmured against my hair as I lay down in the nest he’d made for me, Sonny still locked in behind me, tending to his bite. His tongue on my mating mark was making my fib pulse, which then made his knot re-expand. At this rate, we might be locked together all night.

Leaning up to brush my lips over Lance’s, I smiled softly at him. “Don’t feel obligated. We’ll get there when you’re ready. We’ll have our moment.”

He shook his head. “If I’m honest with myself, I’m worried I won’t be able to keep all the fucked-up feelings from you. That where the other guys give you love and security, all I’ll give you is the burden of my darkness. I don’t deserve you.” The painful longing on his face made my heart hurt.

I blamed what happened next on several things: the emotion-fuelled day, the excess endorphins in my body, and the fact thathe looked so sad. I knew, in my soul, that he’d struggle to take that next step, no matter how much he wanted the bond. He’d try and protect me from himself for as long as possible, until we drifted apart. So I did what any insane person would do.

I snapped forward and bit him. I sunk my little Omega teeth into his chest, right beside the war wounds of his past.

Everyone in the room hissed out a shocked breath. “Oh fuck,” someone murmured. I could feel Sonny’s shock in our bond.

Worse than that, I could feel Lance’s fear down the fledgling claim. He’d have to bond me back for it to be a two-way street, but he made no move to do it. I licked his bond mark, tending to it the way Sonny had just done mine, and I felt the desire briefly overshadow the worry and panic.

Lance hadn’t been wrong; in comparison to Sonny’s bright bond thread, it was darker. More somber. But I wasn’t swamped by terrible thoughts or emotions, like he’d worried.

“I don’t need protection, Lance. I need you. Forever.” I lifted my wrist to his lips. “Claim me back. I want you to feel what I feel when I look at you.”

Tentatively, he bit my wrist, and the bond locked into place. I flooded him with the love I felt. The happiness he brought me. The feeling of safety. The desire I felt in his presence.

“Oh,” he breathed, and I smiled, leaning forward to kiss him. I’d hold his darkness with him. We’d drag him back into the light together.

Surrounded by my bondmates, my Omega settled more than she had in a long time. But we still weren’t done.

Sonny’s knot had deflated enough that he could slide out of me, making his seed drip down my thighs. Moving up onto my hands and knees, I crawled over to where Truett and Strat sat on the edge of the nest. I ignored the pulse of pleasure down the bonds from Sonny and Lance, probably because the view from behind was straight-up pornographic.

Truett watched me crawl toward him, before leaning down and taking my chin in his hand, tilting my face up to his. “I know Lance wanted the bond, but… you can’t just bond people without their express consent. You’re new to the whole Omega thing, and it’s all a little overwhelming, trying to control the Omega’s urges, however you can’t do that with Strat. He gets to make the choice.”

Lance went to protest on my behalf, but Truett shook his head. Shame washed through me as I nodded. I wanted to deny that I would ever steal Strat’s choice, but I guess the last few minutes had made everyone a little less sure. It had worked out this time, because I could feel the love down Lance’s bond, and I pushed mine back to him. But still, I looked between them all. “I’m sorry.”

Shaking his head, Truett bent down and kissed me. “Naughty little Omega. I’ll spank you for it later. But right now, I want to feel my teeth in your flesh. I want to make you mine.” Shifting onto his knees behind me, Truett ran his fingers through Sonny’s cum leaking down my thighs, pushing it back up and stuffing it inside me. “Can’t let this go to waste, baby.” He stroked his fingers inside me, and I groaned.

“One day, I’m going to stuff you full of my babies,” he growled. “You’re going to be big and round and give me so many tiny, blond-haired terrors that I won’t know anything but happiness.Youwon’t know anything but complete happiness. I promise you, Otillie-James, that I’ll take care of your heart and soul forever.” He ran a hand down my spine. “Now, present for your Alpha.”

It was a promise and a command, and I bent over the edge of the nest, my chest supported by the sloped edge. A collective groan echoed around the room.

“Holy shit,” Strat breathed.

Truett chuckled low in his chest. “You’re so clever, OJ, that I think perhaps you can suck down our Omega while I take you. What do you think? Want to take him down that pretty throat as I mark you as mine?”

Hell yeah, I did, but I didn’t voice my agreement. I just scrambled to grab Strat’s cock, which was already hard and out of his pants, swallowing it down until it hit the back of my throat. Strat groaned, gripping my hair on the back of my head close to my scalp. He didn’t try and move my mouth up and down, or fuck my face. He just kept his hand there, a subtle reminder that I was his too, despite the lack of claiming mark.

Truett slid inside me, his thick cock spreading me, and I moaned around Strat’s dick. His fist tightened in my hair, a pleasurable burn that swirled around the pleasure coursing through my body. Hands ran over my body—probably Truett’s, I thought—and they played my body like an instrument.

An orgasm washed over me, though I wasn’t fool enough to think that would be it. No, Truett was going to wring every ounce of pleasure from me before he was done, before he gave me his bite. Fingers plucked at my nipples, then moved down to strum my clit, every one of my nerve endings feeling like they were on fire.

Reaching up, I rolled Strat’s balls in my palm, and he cursed, coming down my throat in such large amounts, I had to pull off or drown. Cum ran down my chin, and I was tugged up, until I was pressed back against Truett’s chest. He turned my face to kiss me, licking inside my mouth like he was sharing Strat’s taste with me.

“Fuck…” someone else murmured, and I couldn’t agree more. I felt Truett’s knot start to swell, and I knew this was it. This was the moment I bonded my other Alpha. I reached behind me, gripping the back of his head as he rutted up insideme, spreading me over his knot until I was trapped, our bodies clinging to each other.

He moved his lips along my shoulder, briefly stopping to run his tongue over Sonny’s claiming mark, making both me and his Packmate groan in unison. It was like flicking his tongue over my clit. He chuckled darkly, and I knew he was going to take every opportunity he could to do that.

Sexy asshole.

When he reached the opposite shoulder, almost completely parallel to Sonny’s, he stopped. Against my skin, he made whisper-soft promises. “I love you so much. I’m going to make you so happy, going to protect your body and your heart. I’m yoursforever, and you’re mine.” With that, his teeth sank into my skin, and once again, I turned my head and bit into my Alpha’s bicep. My matching Alphas, who had both haunted my most hopeful dreams and wildest fantasies for so long.

The bond flickered to life, and with it, came an intense male satisfaction, coated in pleasure and happiness. The other bonds flared briefly too, and I felt like a power board running someone’s Christmas lights—like I was the center of something beautiful, and without me, it wouldn’t quite be the same.

It was a heady feeling, and tears of happiness ran down my cheeks. Strat reached down, scooping up the fat tears with his fingertips. Looking up at him, I worried I might see envy, or sadness, but I didn’t need to stress. The look of absolute adoration reflected back at me made something loosen in my chest.

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