Page 12 of Truth or Lie

His tongue rasped over my gland, and I shook apart around him. He groaned, his knot swelling as he spilled inside of me, and in the next instant, teeth clamped down, breaking the skin.

I wailed, the shivery rainbow burst of pain somehow driving my climax even higher. The skin all over my body tightened, flushing hot, then cold, then hot again. My muscles trembled uncontrollably as I writhed, pinned in place between Flynn’s teeth and his knot. I could feel his heart pounding against my back like a drum, counterpoint to my own frantic, fluttering pulse.

His lips and tongue covered the bleeding mark, as he swallowed my blood, his saliva entering the wound at the same time. I clenched around his knot, euphoria flooding me even as beads of clammy sweat popped out on my forehead.

Flynn... I couldfeelhim. Not just in my body, but in my soul.

His lips pulled away from my abused flesh, and he rested his forehead against my hair. “Oh, my sweet Leona. You’re as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside.”

A sob blocked my throat—too much feeling crowded into too small a space. I couldn’t speak, so I shoved all my wonder and dawning awareness of him through the nascent bond. His breath puffed out, tickling the nape of my neck.

Flynn was...wild. Uncontrolled in some ways, but tightly constrained in others. His mind was in shades of stark black and white, binary and uncompromising.

This is good.

This is bad.

I want this.

I don’t want that.

Overlaying all of his other thoughts and feelings was a single, unwavering directive—protect. His consciousness formed a reassuringly straightforward presence inside me, but its newness made it overwhelming.

“All right over there, you two?” Jax asked cautiously. He was still supporting Kam, who had emerged from his sex-daze enough to watch us with wide brown eyes.

“He’s inside me,” I said stupidly, my voice a breathless rasp.

“That he is. Though you should be glad it’s me over here watching, and not him,” Jax said. “Because that sex joke practically writes itself. Seriously, though—you’re both okay?”

“Halfway there, for sure,” Flynn said. “It’s so good, Jax.Reallygood. Still need to bite someone else today, though.”

I could only manage a nod, agreeing with everything he’d said, but completely overcome by what I was feeling.

“Once the bonds settle, you’ll be able to learn how to control them better,” Kam said. His tone was faintly wistful.

Of course, my purebred odama was the only one here who’d ever been properly educated in such matters. I believed him, though it was hard to picture this runaway sharing of self as ever beingunder control.

But I was still in heat, and mate-bond or no, my body was following a script beyond the scope of willpower. I was sated and knotted, my first peak past.

“Sleepy now,” I murmured, letting my head fall back against Flynn’s shoulder.

He immediately started purring, his powerful arms encircling me to hold me snug against him. That unassailable sense of protectiveness rose again, settling over me like a blanket.

“Then you should sleep,” he said. Alpha strength supported me, barely jostling the place where we were connected as he settled me on my side and spooned me from behind. “I’m not going anywhere. Not ever again.”

Kam slid from his place on the couch and crawled through the sea of pillows to reach us. He stretched down, meeting my lips in a chaste kiss. “Congratulations, odama. May your new bond be a light to guide you always.”

I stared into his beloved face, feeling Flynn’s affection for the omega leaning over me mingling with my own. “Love you,” I said, a single tear spilling over to slide down my temple and into my hair. My body throbbed with the pleasure of being filled, and my heart overflowed with the adoration I was giving and receiving in equal measure.

“I love you, too,” Kam said, stroking my cheek.

I closed my eyes, allowing exhaustion to overtake me.

* * *

If I’d thought sexduring my heat was intense before, it was positively mind-melting with a fresh mating bond in place. I’d wondered if Flynn might try to monopolize me, given the chance—but I needn’t have worried.

He hadn’t been kidding about only being halfway done when it came to biting people. I was currently sprawled across the couch, in that lazy, semi-aware state between the crash following one peak and the rise of the next. Jax’s blond head was buried between my thighs, his tongue transporting me unerringly toward nirvana. My head hung over the edge of the seat so I could watch, upside down, as Flynn reduced Kam to a helpless puddle of need.

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