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When her orgasm finally crashes into her, I thrust hard and fast, sinking my knot deep into her tight channel and bellowing loudly as she clamps down on me, locking me inside her body and dragging out my own climax as she falls over the edge with me following directly behind her.

I’m rutting into her from behind while Mac ruts into her pussy from beneath her with feral sounds that leave both of our mouths, the two of us spilling our cum into her body with rapid spurts that fill her to bursting. Cum spills out of her holes and onto the bedding, joining the slick and her own release, while we grind into her over and over again as we finally lose ourselves to our desire for our omega.

We’re nothing but snarling animals, marking her with our scent and seed, when she breathlessly cries out, “Bite. Bite me!”

Mac doesn’t hesitate, gripping the back of her neck before he yanks her to him and sinks his teeth right into the fleshy park between her shoulder and neck with a mixture of a groan and a roar. I do the same, leaning over her back to reach her shoulder blade, burying my teeth into her skin and breaking the surface with an animalistic growl that vibrates through me and into her.

At the very same time, we mark our omega and bond her, sinking our teeth deep into her once scar-free body and latching on while she rocks through a smaller but no less intense orgasm as we tie her to us for the rest of our lives.

Chapter 19

Cormac

Swiping my tongue over the scar that now mars Zira’s neck, not feeling an ounce of shame or guilt for having finally claimed my omega, I smile against her flesh as she hums, sending content, giddy, and deliriously happy vibes through the growing bond as she remains sprawled on top of me.

It’s not like she can go anywhere else for the time being, what with her most intimate holes currently being occupied with two thick knots that won’t deflate any time soon.

Chuckling against her back as he cleans his own bond mark on her back, Ford pulls back to kiss along her spine before going right back to cleaning the new scar, sighing as more of those blissful feelings greet us through the bonds that now tie us to one another.

“That feels so good,” Zira finally whispers, her words sinking into my quickly clearing mind as the rutting instincts fade now that we got what we wanted.

I nuzzle into her neck as I whisper back, “What does?”

Zira sighs, contentment bleeding through the bond once more before she answers, “Feeling you. Feeling Ford. It’s like there’s a tether tied to my heart that leads directly to you both. I can sense your emotions through it, and I like it. A lot.”

I pull back just as Ford does, and we both share a wide grin, before Ford gently demands, “What do you feel, pretty girl?”

She pauses for a moment before she huffs a laugh and begins explaining what she can feel through the bonds that officially make her our omega and us her alphas. “It feels like euphoria. There’s a bone-deep satisfaction, a blissful elation.There’s something else, too. I think it’s…”

She doesn’t finish her sentence, and I feel the shock thrum through the bond as she silently figures out what else she can feel.

Chuckling against her back, Ford leans in to press kisses over the side of her face he can reach, before pushing, “Go on, omega. What is it?”

I feel the emotion bubbling inside her, disbelief, shock, and a shattering joy that almost brings tears to my eyes. She shakes her head and I’m sure I feel a teardrop fall to my chest, so I do the only thing I can think of to comfort my omega. I wrap my arms around her and my brother, hugging them both tightly to me and uncaring about the weight that presses me into the bed. Hell, I could suffocate and die happy now that I’ve finally scarred Zira with my bond mark.

So, with her snug against my chest, I press my lips into the crown of her head as I answer for her, “That’s love, starlight. I love you, more than I thought I could love anyone other than Ford and my pack. You’re the greatest thing in my life, the most precious treasure, and I’ll worship you every day that you give me.”

Ford sends me a soft smile over Zira’s shoulder, and I nod at him, urging him to confess the feelings I know Zira is experiencing. And he does, not even considering withholding his thoughts and feelings. He leans his chin on her shoulder as he declares, “I love you, too, pretty girl. I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it anymore, and I wouldn't want to. Hitting you with that door and shattering your phone was the best thing I ever did, and I’m honored you chose us to be your alphas and the guardians of your happiness, health, and heart.”

I hear a small sniffle from Zira and chuckle as I feel her emotions untangle from their twisty state, a warm giddy joy washing away all else but the mirrored feeling I have for myomega. With a deep inhale, Zira reciprocates, “I love you both, so much. I just love you to the marrow of my bones. I couldn’t have chosen a better pack to belong to.”

Ford hums, and I smile softly as I nuzzle back onto her neck as I clean her scar once more while Ford croons, “Those words are music to my ears, sweet girl. Fucking music.”

Zira chuckles on top of me, and my brother and I both groan as her locked body tightens around our still swollen knots, and she gasps before giggling once more. Right before a loud yawn cracks her jaw and a pang of tiredness crawls down the bond.

Very carefully, Ford and I maneuver Zira until the three of us are lying on our sides in the bed and tucked beneath the stained but thick and warm comforter. Hooking her leg over my hip, I grin at her as Ford hisses and gripes through clenched teeth, “Not helping my knot go down. Fuck, you’re so damn tight, pretty girl.”

She laughs even as a fresh wave of perfume spills from her, and I chuckle darkly as Ford groans. “That’s not helping either.”

Nuzzling my nose against Zira’s, I mutter, “Who’s to say she’s trying to help? Maybe she’s trying to keep us trapped inside her body for the remainder of the vacation.”

My omega flashes me a beaming smile, faint desire still clinging to her, but her exhaustion outweighs the need for more orgasms. “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea if you ask me.”

“How will you eat all the food Champ and Laz cooked for us if we’re trapped in bed with our knots swollen inside you?” Ford counters, and I laugh loudly as I feel her drop of happiness at the mere mention of not being able to eat Barnes’s culinary masterpieces.

Then she yawns again, and I lean in to press a lingering kiss to her lips that she reciprocates with a soft hum and a flowof contentment through the bond. When I pull back, I gently demand, “Get some rest, starlight. When you wake up, we’ll dress up warm and sit outside for a while. Maybe even start the fire and roast some s’mores, cuddle under a blanket and count the stars like I count your freckles when you’re not looking.”

Her eyes had been fluttering closed as I spoke until I mentioned her freckles, and her eyes snap open with that bashful smile and rosy cheeks that probably mirror mine. “You count my freckles?”

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