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He moved to her without hesitation, already stripping off his jeans. “How do you want to do this?”
“On my back,” she said, spreading her legs. “I want to see your face when you claim me. Want to see your face when I claim you back.”
He positioned himself between her thighs, and I felt the moment he entered her. Her relief, her pleasure, her satisfaction at being filled again.
“That’s it,” he murmured, starting to move. “That’s perfect. You feel so good, Sable.”
“Harder,” she demanded, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I need it harder. Need to feel you everywhere.”
He gave her what she wanted, his thrusts powerful and deep. I could feel her climbing toward orgasm, feel the heat building between them.
“When you’re ready,” Dane said, kneeling beside them. “When you’re both about to come, that’s when you bite.”
“I’m close,” she gasped. “So close, Beau, I’m going to...”
“Me too,” he groaned. “Sable, I’m going to claim you. Going to make you mine.”
“Do it,” she commanded. “Claim me. And I’m claiming you right back.”
They came together, and in that moment, Beau’s teeth sank into the junction of her neck and shoulder. The claiming bite. I felt the bond snap into place through my sensitivity, felt the permanent connection form between them.
And then Sable bit him back.
It was unprecedented. Untraditional. Perfect.
Beau’s eyes went wide, his whole body shuddering. “Oh fuck. Sable. I can feel you. I can feel everything you’re feeling.”
“Good,” she gasped against his neck. “Now you know what it’s like to be bonded. To be owned. To be mine.”
The claiming bites gleamed on both their necks, marks that would be visible to everyone. Proof of their bond, their commitment, their choice to be pack.
Chapter 17
Sable
The bond with Beau settled into my chest like a living thing, warm and pulsing and impossibly real. I could feel him even though he’d moved to the edge of the nest to give me space. Feel his satisfaction, his protectiveness, his absolute certainty that claiming me had been the right choice.
It was overwhelming and perfect and terrifying all at once.
I touched the bite mark on my neck, feeling where his teeth had broken skin. It was already healing, the omega biology that made heats possible also accelerating the bonding process. In a few hours, it would be a permanent scar. Visible proof that I belonged to someone.
That someone belonged to me.
My fingers moved to Beau’s neck, where my own bite mark gleamed. I’d done that. Claimed him back. Made him mine in a way that Nathan would have found shocking and inappropriate.
The thought of Nathan made my chest tight for just a moment. He would have been horrified by this. By me taking control, byme demanding reciprocal bites, by me refusing to be the passive omega he’d wanted.
But Nathan wasn’t here. Wouldneverbe here again. And I was done letting his voice in my head dictate what I was allowed to want.
The heat surged again, pulling me out of my thoughts and back into my body. It came faster this time, more intense, my newly formed bond with Beau making everything more sensitive. I could feel him through the connection, feel his response to my need even from across the nest.
But it wasn’t Beau I was looking at.
Dane and Silas were watching me with identical expressions of hunger and concern. Two alphas I hadn’t claimed yet, two bonds waiting to form, two pieces of pack that weren’t complete.
I wanted them both. Wanted them at the same time. Wanted to feel surrounded and filled and claimed from every direction until there was no part of me that didn’t belong to this pack.
The want was so intense it stole my breath.
