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“I can sense him in you.” Wonder colors the words. “The bond. It’s beautiful.”
Dominic returns with a water bottle, his hands steady as he helps me sit up. The movement sends another ripple of need through my core, and I whimper.
He holds the bottle to my lips. “Drink.”
I obey, gulping down water I didn’t realize I needed. It soothes my parched throat, washes away the metallic tang of too much pleasure.
“Good girl,” Dominic praises, setting the bottle aside and brushing hair from my face. He caresses the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
Blake returns, clean and carrying a damp cloth. He passes it to Nathaniel, who dabs away the evidence of our coupling from my thighs. The cool cloth on overheated skin leaves me gasping.
“The bond is different from what I expected,” Iconfess at last. “Like he’s inside me, even when he’s not.”
Nathaniel’s expression softens, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “That’s why it’s so powerful. And each bond will add another layer until we’re all connected.”
Blake settles back on the edge of the nest. “Are you ready for another?”
The question hangs in the air, heavy with meaning. Am I ready to be claimed again? To open my body and soul to my other Alphas? To tether the next strand in the web that will bind us all together?
“Yes.” I turn my face toward Nathaniel. “I’m ready.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chloe
My Heat rises again, filling the room with the scent of lilies and lilacs and need. Three Alphas watch me with hunger, reverence, and love.
I am theirs. And they are mine.
Nathaniel’s hands skim down my body to cradle my hips as he positions himself behind me, one palm sliding up my spine to press between my shoulder blades. The pressure guides me down until my cheek rests on the nest, my back arching to present for him.
His palm runs down the curve of my spine, mapping each vertebra before spreading across the small of my back. The touch steadies me as another wave of Heat turns my bones to liquid and sets my skin on fire.
“Alpha.” I wiggle my hips. “Hurry.”
Nathaniel responds by draping himself over me, his chest a wall of heat covering my back, and the crisp hair dusting his skin scrapes my over-sensitized nerves. His cock slides through the slick coating my thighs, the head nudging my entrance without pushing inside.
“Tell me what you need.” His teeth graze my unmarked shoulder, opposite Blake’s claim.
My mind spins, torn between too many sensations to form coherent words. I rock backward instead, seeking him.
His arm wraps around my waist, steadying me as he pushes forward in one smooth thrust that seats him inside.
The stretch is different from Blake, his cock longer, angled to hit spots that paint bursts of color behind my eyelids. My mouth falls open in a silent cry as my body adjusts to accommodate him.
“So wet,” he groans, his composure fracturing. “So perfect.”
His hips start a slow, deep rhythm designed to build pleasure in steady increments rather than crashing waves. His hand slides from my waist to my belly, splaying wide across the soft curve as he moves inside me.
“You were made for this.” The praise comes outstrained from the effort it takes him to maintain his control. “Made to join us. To complete us.”
Beyond him, I sense Blake and Dominic, their scents mingling in the air. Blake’s presence thrums in my chest through our bond, a second pulse that echoes in my heartbeat.
Nathaniel shifts the angle, driving deeper, and coherent thought dissolves into pure sensation. My body clenches around him, hungry and desperate, pulling him further into me with each thrust.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his rhythm never faltering. “Take what you need.”
His hand slides lower, fingers finding my clit with unerring precision. The touch sends a shock through my system, back bowing as pleasure spirals tighter.
