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“Yep. Me too, babe.”
“Do you think, maybe, we could do the matebond thing now?”
The breath in my lungs refused to exhale, and everyone around me stilled. “You want to perform that mating ceremony? Right now?”
She pulled back on my lap until she could see us all. “Is there some ritual we have to observe first?”
Beckett was half out of his seat. “No. Just mutual consent. Are you sure?”
She leaned forward and kissed me softly. It was tender and loving, and expressed her feelings better than words ever could. Still, she replied, “Yes.”
All the air that was burning my lungs whooshed out at once. I launched at her, capturing her lips with mine. I poured my own emotions into that kiss. That love that had simmered in my heart for years, that I’d buried beneath my devotion to Darius and Cooper. The happiness that I felt about her choosing us now.
Hands grabbed at her, and I choked down my growl. I had to share her with my Packmates, these men I loved with the other parts of my heart.
Beckett plucked her off my lap and into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him just as fervently as she’d kissed me. Beckett had been completely lost when Kitten ghosted us. For months, he’d held onto the hope that she’d come around. His arms banded around her back as he crushed her to his body, walking her slowly to the wall so he could rest her there and continue to kiss her.
I looked over at Cooper and Darius, whose eyes were wide. Fuck, I was a shitty Pack Alpha. “Is this… Do you guys want this still?”
Darius looked at me like I was stupid. “Of course I do. Coop?”
“More than I want my next breath.”
I grinned at them both. “I love you guys. Beckett, take it to the nest!”
Apparently, he managed to hear me in his lust haze because he started toward the stairs, stopping to kiss Kitten on each step. Cooper grunted, overtaking them and pulling Kitten from Beck’s arms, right there on the stairs.
“Sharing's caring, Beck,” he teased. “Come on, baby, I’m going to make you come at least seven times on my knot.”
Darius let out a little moan. I looked over at him, my Omega. I took a moment to kiss him, and just like with Kitten, I poured out my heart in the kiss. “I love you, Darius. I loved you from the moment you turned up to our date, dressed like you’d walked out of a magazine, and your eyes locked with mine. I knew then that you were mine, and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Nothing will ever change that.”
He nipped my lip. “Alpha, I love you too. And I love her. You don’t have to convince me that you have the capacity to love us both. I go to sleep every night knowing you’d march into the very bowels of Hell for me. As I would for you. And Beckett and Cooper, and now for Kitten.” He kissed me softly. “Let’s go bond the newest member of our Pack, shall we?”
“So fucking cocky, Omega. You’re going to take my knot tonight too—you know that, right?” I growled, and was rewarded with a shiver rolling across his skin.
He stepped away, then grinned back at me over his shoulder. “If you can catch me first, Alpha.” He raced away from me, and my Beast howled with happiness.
Tonight, my Pack would finally be complete. Tonight, my Beast would have what he’d longed for all this time.
I chased after my errant Omega. I could hardly wait.
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COOPER
Iwalked Kitten into the nest, dropping her gently in the center of the cushioned floor and diving down after her. In between kisses, I started peeling off her clothes. We needed to be naked, stat.
If I could just stop kissing her. I traced her lips with my tongue, then sucked her pillowy bottom lip in between mine until it was big and swollen. Her hands roamed over my body, nails dragging as she explored me with the same ferocity as I was her.
Beckett appeared beside me, and I moved down her body so he could kiss her again. See, I was a good Pack member; I knew when my skills were needed on a different set of lips.
“You’re making me the happiest man in all of Maxton tonight, Kit,” I whispered when I reached her navel. Grabbing her shorts, I pulled them down her creamy white thighs. Delicious fucking thighs. As I threw her clothes over my shoulder, I dived between those thighs, nipping and sucking at their prettiness. She squealed as I bit a little too hard, leaving a small mark. I grunted an apology, but if I had my way, she’d be covered in my marks by morning.
She gripped my hair, holding me tightly as I traced my tongue higher. “Need you nice and wet for my knot, beautiful. I want you to ride my face like you’re about to be the bull riding world champion, okay?”
She laughed, but it quickly turned into a moan. God, to think I’d get to hear that sound every day forever now. And I meanteveryday. I intended to taste her as often as possible until we were old and gray.
It was good that we were doing this now, not during the heat, or after the birth of the cubs, when all our emotions would be running high. Just on a regular Tuesday evening, after eating way too much pasta and having a bit too much wine, content with each other's company. It just seemed… right.
