Page 123 of Scrum Heat

And Iknow. I feel it deep in my chest, like it’sminetoo.

He lowers his mouth to her neck. Breathes her in.

And then he bites.

A growl rips from his chest as he sinks his teeth into the soft curve of her throat, the opposite side to my fresh bite, and Frankiescreams—a raw, shattering sound, her body convulsing as she comes hard, hips jerking against him, hands clawing at the sheets. Her orgasm tears through her like lightning, wild and uncontrollable.

Rory groans behind her, low and wrecked, his knot swelling fast as he locks inside her, shuddering through the bond snapping into place.

And I—

Fuck, I lose it.

Because Ifeel ittoo.

That bond, that weight,that final piece falling into place. Even though she’s not bonding withmethis time, it doesn’t matter. We’re all tied together now, every scent and instinct layered on top of each other. It surges through me like heat behind my ribs, flooding my senses until I’m nothing but want.

My hand wraps around my cock, still wet and twitching, and I stroke fast and rough—watching her collapse beneath him, her face wrecked and beautiful and open-mouthed in ecstasy.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” I groan, voice breaking. “Gonna come—fuck, I’m gonna come on that perfect face—don’t move.”

She tilts her head just enough to look up at me—cheeks streaked with tears, lips swollen, pupils blown; and shenods.

I fist myself harder, faster, the burn cresting as I feel her bond to Roryignite; smell the raw scent of alpha and omega sealing together in the air, andthat’swhat pushes me over.

I come with a groan, hips twitching, cock spilling hot over her cheek, her lips, her tongue where she licks me clean without hesitation.

It’sfucking art.

I stroke the last of it out, breath ragged, my other hand still in her hair as she stays where she is—completely used, completely adored, held between two alphas who can barely remember how to speak.

Her face glows with it: come and sweat and satisfaction, her body still locked under Rory, his knot keeping her in place as he breathes hard against her spine.

I slide down beside them, fingers stroking gently over her cheekbone where she’s still marked with me.

“Good girl,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss her jaw. “Told you we’d take care of you.”

Rory shifts just slightly, his hand sliding over her ribs again, and for a second, we all justbreathe.

Sweat-soaked. Knot-locked. Come-smeared.

Complete.

Andclaimed.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Rory

I’ve never felt anything like this.

Not in a match. Not in a fight. Not even in the quiet moments before a final whistle when everything in the world stops and waits.

This is different.

This ispeace.

Frankie is soft and flushed and pressed beneath me, her breath still coming in shallow little waves. My knot is locked tight inside her, and I’m trying to remember how to breathe, how to think, how to exist now that I’ve touched her like this,markedher like this.

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