Page 157 of Slick Handling

Apollo steps forward taking her other hand and leading us over to the official who will sign off on our bonding.

I don’t hear a word of what is spoken. My full attention is just on Clover.

Plus, Beta’s don’t usually bite the claiming marks on an Omega. It’s not something that we rarely do. It’s not something that is instinctive to us. I feel like a third wheel here thinking about how she is going to be wearing three Alpha’s marks as I support her through this.

Would she have wanted me to mark her too?

I should have asked that.

“All at once. You’re on the side, Mickey. Apollo is going to take the back. Vaughn wants the front and Griffin gets the side he has been practicing on.” She gives him a look and gets a roguish smile back in return.

He’s not going to apologize for keeping her covered in hickeys.

“You want my bite?” I ask and they all look at me, confused.

“Mickey, I love you just as much as I love my Alpha’s. I want to wear your mark and show off that I’m yours too.” She kisses me, not caring that we should have already started the bites.

No, our Omega wants us all to be happy because she loves us.

I stroke the spot that she wants me to bite and look at her, strong, poised, and completely ours.

“Ready?” Apollo asks, his eyes going from Clover to me.

All of us surround her as she looks out into the crowd.

Our queen.

Our Omega.

“One…two…three…now.”

I’ve heard about what happens when the bond sparks. The rumors of how people feel when the connection hits but, this is so much more than what I expected.

My heart hammers on overdrive and I can feel Clover. I can feel her sweetness and love washing over me. On top of that I can feel the three Alpha’s as well.

All of us are still as thunderous applause blooms around us.

We’ve done it.

We claimed our Omega.

“Not to be dramatic but I think I’m going to faint.” Apollo looks horrified at Clover’s announcement. He hadn’t planned onherfainting.

“You need water.” He barks, looking around like one of the tumblers we always have filled for her is going to magically appear.

She laughs, touching his shoulder.

“I just feel you all. It’s so much.” She explains.

“Too much?” I question, still feeling a bit unsure of myself.

Clover cups my cheek before kissing me once. A wave of pleasure washes over me at the soft display.

“No, Mickey. Just the right amount.”

VAUGHN’S EPILOGUE

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

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