Page 101 of Talk About… History

“Gladly,” Ford said, both he and Cohen leaning over me, teeth sinking into each side of my neck in a matching set of claiming bites.

Our bond was vibrant and intense as it fell into place, all three of us a rotating wheel of pleasure, happiness, and love.

“I love you guys,” I managed to choke out, the sob cutting off in a cry as Ford ground his hips into me, putting enough pressure on my clit to send me over the edge.

He came with me, his knot swelling and locking us together fully, cum spilling inside of me while Cohen’s painted our chests.

It was messy and glorious, my fog lifting for a second as we collapsed together, soaking in the bond as it settled into a gentle hum of feelings and contentment.

When Ford’s knot released me, Arden helped me off of the bed.

“How about a shower and recovery time first?” he offered. I was too much in a daze to protest much, following him into the bathroom. He held me close as he turned on the water, pulling me inside when steam filled the air.

“I love you, Arden. Thanks for always taking care of me, of us,” I said as I nuzzled into his neck. His scent bloomed under the attention, my fingers teasing over his exposed skin.

“Are you scent marking me?” he laughed at first before it cut off. I heard him inhale, then curse.

“Gorgeous, I think you’re going into heat,” he said. “Or at least pre-heat.”

“I’m fine,” I said, pulling away and frowning as I processed it. “Maybe it’s starting, but I feel normal, just needy.”

“I’ve got you,” he said gently, washing every inch of me and rinsing away the suds. When his hands delved between my thighs, pushing gently inside of me as if to test my soreness, I was over being cared for.

“Need you now,” I pleaded, pushing against his fingers to show I could take more, take him.

“Alright,” he gave in, turning off the water and drying me slowly. It felt like torture as he skimmed the towel over every inch of me, then drying my hair.

He laughed when he saw my frown.

“Is my omega pouting right now?” he asked me, pulling me in for a hug. “All for my knot and my bite?”

“Yes,” I growled. “Fuck me, claim me, please.”

He scooped me up, carrying me back in the room. The sheets were changed, though they’d need it again soon.

“Can you bend over the bed for me?” he asked, putting me on my feet. I practically threw myself into position, ass in the air, feet on the ground, face on the mattress. “Fuck, this is what I wanted to see. So fucking sexy.”

Arden kneaded my ass with rough hands, parting me enough to take in my slick-coated cunt. I could hear his ragged breathing, feel his knot nudging against my ass.

I knew I wouldn’t be waiting long, but what I didn’t expect was Arden to lean down, putting a kiss on my ass before biting into the flesh. He chuckled at my yelp before sliding his tongue between my cheeks, teasing my ass as his fingers pushed into my pussy.

I’d never had anyone touch me like this, but I was panting into the sheets as he finger fucked me and tongue fucked me in tandem.

“Come for me and you can have my knot, but I want to claim you before I knot you, so you can feel everything I’m feeling,” he said, nose running along the globe of my ass before I felt his teeth sink into me. He’d claimed me right on my ass cheek and I had a feeling he’d want to admire that mark often.

“Fuck,” I cursed, but his fingers wouldn’t let me tense, fucking me ruthlessly until I was coming around them, squeezing my thighs together as the sweet pleasure and sharp pain morphed into one mind-blowing moment.

He was right, I felt every ounce of his need and desire, the sweet swell of his love and adoration. It was everything I needed to feel tonight.

Arden slid his hands free and stood, gripping my hips and kicking my legs apart before sinking into me.

Thanks to the claiming, I could feel what he did. The way his body tensed, the way he needed to fill me, to claim me from the inside out this time.

I wanted him just as fiercely, ready to be locked together, to finally have my pack whole. The others had left us, but I felt them, too, my entire group feeling the same shared experience on some level, though right now Arden’s was the loudest.

“This is only the beginning, Avery. We’re going to love you and take care of you for the rest of our lives. We were always meant to be, and now you’re ours in every way.”

“Yours,” I agreed, and I meant it with everything in me.

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