Page 82 of A Pack of Mistletoe
I love it.
I grab Logan’s hand at my waist and Evander’s hand on my ass, bringing them together—and then, without warning, I bite.
They both seize.
“Come,” I breathe, voice velvet and steel.
Permission granted.
Their cocks pulse against each other, spilling deep inside me—heat and pressure and ecstasy.
I lean back against Logan’s chest and pull Evander toward us. Logan bites my shoulder—opposite the one Harlan claimed. Evander takes my right breast in his hand and bites just above the nipple, tongue lapping after.
Both alphas pour into me.
Evander—light and laughter, joy and wild wonder—fills every corner of my soul that’s been barren for so long.
Logan—strength and confidence, but under it all, aching love and steady care—grounds me completely.
I burst—wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me.
When I collapse, they catch me.
Of course they do.
They always will.
Wyatt
My omega is amazing. Four bonds is a lot to take. Kai lounges with his head in my lap, nursing his new bond while I run my hands through his silky hair. My hat’s propped on the side of the nest. I had to take a break once during the heat for my leg but the guys stepped in and it felt good to know she'd always be taken care of.
I expect her to take a break. She needs one. Deserves one. But after a few minutes of whispering soft affirmations to Evander and Logan, her eyes lock on mine—and I know. She needs this as much as I do.
I kiss Kai on top of the head. His smile is bright. “She needs you,” he whispers. Because they’re connected already.
My heart damn near bursts. Logan and Evander snuggle into some pillows off to the side, blissed out and beautiful. Their show with our mate has left me hard as stone, my cock bobbing heavy between my thighs.
“You wanna take care of me?” she asks sweetly, her smile coy and knowing.
“I want to take care of you. Love you. Be with you. Always, Sugarplum. Forever.”
Her smile deepens, all genuine love. I don’t need a bond to feel it—it’s already carved into my chest. But I know her omega is driving her now, desperate to finish the last bond. And I’m here to give her exactly what she needs.
I lay her down gently, reverent. My hands trail from her knees up her soft, trembling thighs, spreading as I go. Her weeping pussy is a wonder—slick and dripping, marked by every one of us. I dip my fingers in, pressing some of the come deeper inside her.
She mewls, the sound low and satisfied.
With one hand wrapped around my length, I rub it from her ass to her clit, teasing until she gasps. Then I line myself up and press in. Slow. Steady. Letting her take every inch.
She’s given enough tonight. This moment is for her.
I slide one hand across her soft belly, unable to resist the way her skin folds and shifts under my touch. I bend down, licking from her navel along her side until I reach the softest, most supple part of her.
I pause. Glance up. She’s already watching me—and nods.
I bite.
She moans, arches, clamps down around me. The sensation rips through me like a bolt of lightning.
