Page 134 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Then without warning, Swan bites, savagely.

I arch up inpleasurepain.

Instantly, I feel the bond slam between us.

Swan and I have been close from the moment that we met.

It’s beyond claims of fated mates or bonds.

It’s thousands of hours of brutal rehearsals, of trusting that Swan won’t drop me, when I leap into his arms, of watching him beaten for me, piggy-back rides, roach rescues, and laughter.

It’s a hundred acts of sacrifice and rebellion.

It’s love shown through actions more than words.

Now, we’re bonded through a bite as well.

We play acted this because it was a step that we knew would always be out of reach.

Nothing but a dream.

My cheeks are wet with tears. The strength of emotion is so strong.

Swan licks my tears away. “I love you, my Queen.”

“I l-l-love you too.” I tip up my head, needing his kiss.

“Stop,” Ambrose orders, but his voice is gravelly like his control is slipping. “It’s my turn to knot my pretty Omega now.”

Swan sits up, dragging Vito with him by his hair.

Vito hisses as he’s dragged off me to lie next to me.

Swan sprawls on the other side of him.

“I’m fucking close.” Vito clutches his hands into the woven clothes. “Do you want me to beg?”

“Go for it.” Swan slips his hand to Vito’s cock, lightly stroking it.

Vito growls; he sprawls in the nest like a debauched rock god at Swan’s mercy. “Please, beautiful.Please.”

Swan tightens his hold and jerks Vito faster. “I can’t wait to watch you come for me.”

I sigh, turning my head. I hold out my hand to Benedict.

I need my Omega with me.

Immediately, Benedict stands and prowls toward me. He smiles like he’s delighted that I invited him back.

He sprawls elegantly on the other side of me, nuzzling my neck.

I stare challengingly at my only mate who’s sitting apart from us.

Ambrose.

Ambrose’s cock is hard and throbbing. His hands claw at the arms of the chair.

His cold mask is slipping.

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