Page 124 of Pucking With My Head

“We are going to fuck, and then we are going to bond. Right now.”

Chapter 47

Beth

The guys all looked at me like I had grown a third head.

“What?” I growled, picking up another pillow and throwing it. Cushion carnage was a good way to work out some of the anger coursing through my system, but fucking would also work nicely.

“Bonding?” Jensen asked.

I huffed. “You guys said you were all in. You could file a lawsuit to end all lawsuits, or we could nip this in the bud right now by biting one another.”

“Didn’t we say?—”

“That we would wait until after I gave birth? Jensen and I have both looked into it. The risks of bonding while pregnant are minimal, aren’t they?” I asked, looking pointedly at Jensen.

He nodded. “There’s hardly any risk. Sometimes the bond can take longer to take hold, and they recommend avoiding it in your third trimester because all the orgasms can potentially cause early labor, but even that risk is small.”

“And if the bond isn’t that strong, we can just bite each other again once I’ve given birth!” I exclaimed.

“Are you saying this because you want it or because you just don’t want to go back to Nebraska?” Gideon asked. “As much as I want you tied to us in every way possible, I don’t want to do it if you’re not sure.”

I shot him an exasperated look. “I told you I was sure when we had the conversation about Joey’s egg donor.”

I wanted their bites more than anything, I had been dreaming about it since the last time we had discussed it. They would belong to me and I would belong to them.

“This isn’t exactly the most romantic way to bond.” Jensen frowned as I padded over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, rubbing my face in his chest, coating him in my scent and also getting some of his crisp salty scent on myself.

“It’s to protect our little family,” I said, looking up at him with a grin.

“Last chance to back out,” Cullen said, his gaze hungry, desperate. It was clearly taking great restraint to hold himself back.

I didn’t want restraint.

I wanted knots and bites.

Beaming at him, I met his gaze. “The only place I’m going is into that nest to get fucked within an inch of my life.”

For a second, we all looked at one another. Those quick glances of confirmation were all we needed, and then it was like a rubber band snapped and we all moved at once.

Jensen scooped me up, striding over to the nest and lightly tossing me onto it. It was already a mess, thanks to my little rampage, but now I had a much better way to work out my anger.

Sex.

Quick, hot, dirty sex.

“I wish we could take our time with you,” he said as he climbed onto the nest. I darted up, pouncing so I was on top of him.

A giggle escaped my chest. “Blame our first child.”

Jensen’s eyes lit up at my words.

“Luckily, we love her,” Cullen muttered as he and Gideon joined us on the nest.

Everything smelled perfect. All their scents together—they just worked. They were all so different, but together, they curled my toes. Salt air from Jensen, the smoky bourbon of Cullen, and the blackcurrant, bookish scent of Gideon.

My pack.

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