Page 34 of Pixel Perfect Pack

Orion holds his stiff cock in his hand, his movements stilling. “You sure, princess? Once you’ve got us, there’s no getting rid of us.”

“I’m sure,” I weep, knowing there are tears running down my cheeks. “I’ve never been so sure.”

Orion kisses his favourite place on my thigh, the little rounded curve between leg and pussy. Then he bites. His sharp teeth break the skin with ease as he sends a cloud of his comforting scent my way. I’m floating in a cloud of old books and fresh coffee as he French kisses the bite mark with a wolfish grin. He moves up my body until his face is in line with mine. I know with Orion I can be obvious, more daring. So I pull him close to me, moving as best I can with Kito and Adair’s knots still locked inside me. I let instincts guide me as I bite down on the only untattooed portion of skin high on his neck, just beneath his jaw. His confident, loud bond feels as though it wraps around the other two, joining them in harmony as they settle in against my heart.

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When I wake the next morning to sunlight and the cup of tea on my bedside table, I ache all over in the best way possible. There’s no way I’ll be able to get up out of bed and walk, not without some caffeine, a good breakfast and some hearty painkillers. I didn’t exactly pay attention to my health cues last night, but I don’t care. I don’t feel like I’m in a flare-up, I just feel…whole.

“Morning princess,” Orion says as he rolls over and gathers me up in his arms. But his usual smirk doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, feeling the bond in my chest twitch with worry. “You feel worried.”

“I feel worried?” he asks as though unsure.

“I can sense you, I think. Through the bond. It’s not very strong, but it’s definitely there.”

“Where?” he frowns, about to dip down beneath the covers to check on the bite he left on my thigh.

I take his hand in mine and bring it up to my naked chest, just above my heart. “Right there.”

“It’ll get stronger,” Adair says as he walks into the room, a tray in his hands loaded up with warm, buttery bacon rolls. “As more time passes.” He sets the tray down at the foot of the bed and perches on the edges. Kito is still snoring at my side, as per usual. The boy could sleep for weeks if you left him.

I give him a gentle nudge, more like a kick to the shin and he wakes with a grunt.

“I’m back, I’m here,” he grumbles. “Is that bacon?”

We all share a laugh, if there’s one thing Kito likes more than sleep and sex, it’s food.

“You need to eat, take your meds and rest,” Orion soothes, running his hand down my body until it comes to settle on my hip.

“There’s going to be no eating, meds or rest if you keep looking at me like that,” I quip in return, lifting the cup of tea from the bedside table and bringing it to my lips. I sip down the warm, sugary liquid and sigh with relief. This is exactly what I need.

Orion groans in disagreement but ultimately shoots me a cheerful smile, the worry from earlier having drifted away.

“So, what do we do now?” I ask.

Surely by now, they have to get back to work, back to their own lives. We might be partially bonded but there’s still a lot to figure out. Like where we’re going to live, what our relationship dynamics are and so on. It feels almost criminal to have so much thinking to do after a day like yesterday.

“How about,” Kito begins, propping himself up on his elbows. “We get set up in the living room and play a few games?”

“What do you think, JJ? You up for getting your ass beat…again?” Orion adds with a sparkle in his eye.

“Shut it, MourningStar,” I clap back, slapping my hand against his chest. “You know I’ve got you, Quietek and Minxy beat any day.”

Epilogue

Jess

The last of the boxes lands directly in front of me, a cloud of dust blowing up from the hardwood floors and bursting in the air around me. Both me and Kito burst into a coughing fit, wafting at the air in front of our faces in the hope we don’t accidentally inhale a cobweb.

“I thought you said you had a lady coming in to clean once a week?” Kito asks, brow furrowed.

I shrug, looking around at the torn wallpaper and dirty surroundings. “So did I.” Turns out whoever I’d been paying either didn’t show up to clean at all or they’re just really fucking bad at their job.

Still, the house is in decent condition, almost exactly how I left it after my dad died. Minus several layers of dust, of course.

“I like it,” Adair sing-songs as he walks through the glass doors leading into the garden and surveys all the outside space. The vegetable garden is overgrown and it’ll take a hell of a lot of work to get back to where it used to be, but I’m ready for the challenge. As a child I watched my mum and dad build this place back up from a broken-down farmhouse, so a little TLC here and there doesn’t seem like too much work for the perfect pack house. Or should I say, home.

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