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A laugh bubbles out of me, and while my bossy little dancer tilts his nose even higher, I press a hand against his shoulder blades. “Then let us dance our pas de trois,mijnliefje,so I can claim you, too.”
He makes a happy sound now that he’s got his way, and I arrange them both on the bed; Bram flat on his back and Dash spread over his hips. “Remember,” I warn him as I skim my fingers over his stretched opening, “uber knots don’t soften. You’ll be stuffed full and have nothing to spare.”
“God, are you trying to win an award for dirty talk?” He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me down for a desperate kiss. “Just get inside me, will you? I feel like I’m going to explode.”
I catch Bram’s eye, and he gives me a cautious nod as I take up position behind Dash. I’ve made love to my sweet omega in every position possible, but there is something deeply satisfying when I share his body with Bram. Co-dependent, maybe, given how much I rely upon him, but our bond is undeniable, and I shudder as I rest my hands on his thick thighs. Bram is everything to me – wisdom, calm, kindness, and a steadiness that never wavers. I trust him with my life, and now I get to claim a piece of his soul right along with our omega.
“Flatten your back, my love,” I tell Dash as I press my tip against Bram’s thick base. He responds with a needy whimper, that perfect omega arch subsiding as Bram wraps him in his strong arms. I press forward carefully, watching for any sign of pain. There’s enough slick to coat my way, but it’s a tight squeeze, and Bram grunts as my head pops past Dash’s rim. “I’m in,” I croon, stroking the quivering muscles along his spine. “You’re taking us both, sweet omega. What a perfect, loving mate.”
I say more, a garbled mix of compliments in multiple languages, but I don’t think any of us are listening. I may not have the girth of an uber alpha, but it’s stretching Dash’s channelto its limits, and my mind is growing fuzzy with lust. I push forward, inch by agonizing inch, while Dash whines into Bram’s chest.
Despite Dash’s pleas to go harder, deeper, to fill him up all the way, I get to a point where I can’t move. I’m not surprised – the pressure is more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. Bram’s purrs are so strong, I can feel them vibrating through my cock, but even an uber knot has to obey the laws of physics.
“My love, I think I’ve gone as far…”
My voice fades away as I look at Bram in shock. His knot has definitely softened, providing just enough room for mine to fill the remaining space. I can’t get my knot all the way in, but it’sthere, deep enough to feel Dash’s heartbeat. I don’t know how Bram’s done it, but my throat clenches as he gives me a small smile. “Claim him,mijn broer,”he murmurs, lifting Dash from his chest so I can reach his throat. “Bond with us, brother.”
I nod, reaching for Dash as he strains towards me, pupils blown and mouth quivering. The stretch must be pushing him to the very edge of pain, but he gives me a lopsided, wobbly grin. “Told you I could do it. Stretch goals, remember?”
Kate makes a soft sound from beside us, but I keep my focus on Dash’s bliss-smeared face. “I love you, Omega. You are my heart, my joy, my future. If you’ll accept me, I will be the best mate I can be.”
“You’re perfect, Alpha. Just bite me already.”
I smile at his strained command, but his eyes cling to mine as I palm his throat, finding the perfect place on his neck. His scent swirls around me, sweet and spicy, and my teeth throb as they sink into his supple flesh. I taste him – rich, and delicious, andmine– and then our bond bursts in my chest, as warm and welcoming as a roaring fire in an ice castle.
CHAPTER TWENTY - KATE
By the evening of the third day of Dash’s heat, he’s come out of the haze and is sore and sleepy. I leave him cuddled up with his new mates, and grabbing a robe, slip out to the terrace. It’s a crisp fall night, and as I pad across the marble pavers, the steam coming off the heated pool is enticing. I don’t have my bathing suit with me, but that seems like an extravagance after being naked for so long. Casting a quick glance at the surrounding buildings. I drop my robe and plunge in. I am addicted to Dash’s scent, and will always cherish sharing his heat with him, but it feels good to let the water rush over my head, stripping me back to my own simple self.
As I float on my back, studying the smog-sprinkled stars, I decide that the last few days have been… a lot. The alphas have focused on Dash, as promised, while Lachlan and I have mostly cuddled and watched. We’ve still had our share of orgasms, since it’s impossible to resist with all the slick and pheromones in the air, but most of them have been slow, cozy couplings where my release has moved through me like warm honey. I can tell that Corbus, in particular, has been triggered by my scent, but other than the occasional kiss or puppy pile cuddle, we’ve kept ourhands to ourselves.
I suspected that a pack heat would be a feast for the eyes, but I never thought it would be so emotional. Watching the alphas claim Dash at the same time was a riveting experience, Lachlan’s breath like a furnace in my ear as they stretched our omega to his limit. I have no idea how they managed it, given the sight of Bram’s knot at full mast, But Dash took them so well, it was like witnessing an erotic dance they’d choreographed just for us.
But it wasn’t just the sexual high notes that moved me. It was the way the guys were so attentive through every peak and dip, always ready with their bodies or a soothing purr and a warm washcloth when Dash needed them. I’ve never seen him preen so much as when he first saw their matching claiming bites in the mirror, and when he came over to show me, I could barely see them though the tears in my eyes. Happy tears, I’d assured him, because there is nothing more beautiful to me than Dash finally getting everything he deserves.
A small splash catches my eye, and I come out of my starfish float to find Corbus sitting on the edge of the pool in a pair of Zegna boxer briefs. His platinum hair has been brushed, and there’s a hint of mint toothpaste in the air, but the signs of a long, intense heat are written all over his body. The evidence makes my stomach clench in envy, because while omegas might not technically bite alphas, we like to scratch up the ones we love.
“Are you sore?” I ask as I study a Dash-shaped bruise on his neck.Okay, so maybe we bite a little, too.“I mean, from…”
“Fucking?” On his tongue, the word sounds like one of those Belgian chocolates Dash has been raving about in his moments of lucidity. “I am well-used but not rubbed raw like poor Lachlan.”
I smirk at the mischievous glint in his eye. Dash’s heat has clearly loosened him up, but these glimmers of personality arestill rare enough to make me treasure them. In fact, I want to lick them out of the air, but that might be because my scent mate is sitting in front of me like a moonlight-wrapped gift.
“And how are you?” he asks, the pool lights reflected in his icy blue eyes. “You were worried about being triggered. Do you feel any signs of your own heat coming on?”
Lachlan has been monitoring me fairly closely, and other than the usual reactions to a nest full of horny men, I seem to have come out of it with my hormones intact. “No, I’ve been fine. Maybe being in a pack is good for me.”
I can tell Corbus likes that idea, his hands gripping the edge of the pool as a soft purr falls from his lips. But it’s the effect I’m having on his designer boxer briefs that has me floating closer. “You took such good care of Dash,” I murmur, watching as the water from my approach laps against his corded calves. “You and Bram are good alphas. We’re lucky to have you.”
His purr takes on a deeper timbre, his pheromones thickening in the air. I can feel my own body responding, the omega who has watched her scent mate pleasure another now swimming to the surface.
“Your scent has been driving me crazy,” I admit as I bob in the water between his thighs. “It was enticing before, but now you’ve bonded Dash it’s like I’ve opened a cedarwood tea chest.”
He leans down to cup my cheek, his fingers stroking my damp skin. “You like cedarwood? Because of our bond, yes?”
“I liked it before I even met you. In fact, I had cedarwood shelving custom made for my closet – the only part of the remodel that I actually wanted.”
A slight frown darkens his handsome face. “That’s unacceptable. If you need me to talk to this contractor…”
