Page 82 of The Knotty Omega
Mattie growls as he squeezes my other breast in his hand, and my hand tangles in his soft brown hair to keep him close to me as his teeth scrape against my sensitive flesh.
The combination of the two of them working me with their mouths makes my orgasm hit fast and hard. I’m screaming, tumbling off the edge of the cliff when they sink their teeth into me. Simon, on my inner thigh, and Mattie, on my neck, on the opposite side of Titus’ mark.
Two wispy threads of connection take hold in my mind, and while my alphas are tending to their marks, I grab Mattie’s hand off my breast, biting the inside of his wrist. His thread solidifies, his calm reassurance flooding me. I tend to the mark for a moment before grabbing at Simon’s arms, and letting my teeth sink into the muscle of his shoulder.
Simon’s connection glows bright, his careful attentiveness poking at me, checking to see how I’m holding up.
My tongue runs over his mark, the coppery taste of blood fading as I realize that all of their marks, and mine, have healed already.
“I knew your soul was beautiful,tesoro mio,” Mattie purrs into my ear. “It is an honor to be able to feel it first hand.” His mouth takes mine in a gentle, sipping kiss as Simon’s purr rumbles against my chest.
Then, with the efficiency of a well oiled machine, my pack works in tandem to get us all laying together. Titus positions himself under me so I’m laying with my back on his chest. Ollie and Simon settle in on either side of us, while Mattie rests his head on my hip, hugging one of my legs close to him, and Archie settles between my legs, using my stomach as a pillow.
My alphas start purring all around me, not one of them not touching me.
The pack's emotions in the bond range from barely restrained glee to primal satisfaction. I focus on pushing my absolute contentment in having my pack surrounding me through the bonds, and I’m met with reassurance and adoration.
I drift off to sleep, my pack surrounding me, and wonder how I thought I could ever live without this.
CHAPTER FORTY
Bonding leave has been bliss.
The government requires companies to provide everyone with two weeks of paid time off after bonding, so that growly alphas have a chance to settle their hind brains and baser urges before returning to polite society.
My heat had lasted another two days after we bonded, and then my guys all sent out the necessary paperwork to have time off approved. Luckily, they had all given their bosses a heads up that this might be happening. When I submitted my paperwork, I received a very sweet, congratulatory email from HR on my new pack.
My alphas and beta have taken me on every surface of the house imaginable, from the dining room table to the wall of the kitchen. Hell, even on the stairs at one point.
It has been two weeks of contentment and joy, learning how to work as one cohesive unit, and nobody cares about nudity anymore. At all. Titus didn’t even bat an eye when he walked into the kitchen and saw Ollie feeding me midnight cheese at one in the morning buck ass naked.
The best part is, I don’t have to wonder what anyone is feeling. We all leave our bonds open, and I can constantly feel how much they want me. In fact, that’s how the sexual escapades start half the time. One person gets horny, and then we all follow after.
Now though, we’re in a pack meeting, called by Simon, where he’s explaining why we need to attend this silent auction for charity with him. “I’m required to attend this black tie event, and they’ve asked that if you’re part of a pack, you bring them. It would mean so much if you would all accompany me to this event.”
“Oh, Simon of course we will,” I stand and wrap my arms around his waist, hating how nervous he had felt asking us. I can feel his chest loosen through the bond as I give the rest of my guys a pointed look over my shoulder. “Right guys?”
The rest of the pack quickly jumps in confirming my statement. “When is it, exactly?” Mattie asks, lounging on the couch.
Simon winces. “In three days.”
“Well, shit, that doesn’t give us a whole lot of time to get ready,” Titus mutters, but I turn to face them with my hands on my hips.
“That just tells me we need to go shopping.” I grin, and Simon wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my cheek.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
***
“Damn girl, forget their socks, you’re gonna knock their damn pants off.” Hannah grins as she puts the finishing touches on my hair. Looking in the mirror, she’s probably right. My makeup is dark and sultry, making my eyes pop, and my lips are lined with this beautiful mauve lipstick.
Pale curls fall down my shoulders, pinned up on side with a comb Mattie bought me, but wouldn’t let me see the price tag. I’m pretty sure it’s encrusted with real diamonds.
“All thanks to your magic,” I tell her, amazed at whatever she did to my eyebrows to make them look darker but not bushy.
She helps me step into my dress and zip it up, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror. The dress is silver and sparkly, with straps criss-crossing across my clavicle and an open back. The material clings to my curves like a second skin to my hips, before falling all the way to my feet. My bites on my neck are on full display, the once red gashes now healed over to a silvery scar.
“You’re the best, Hannah-Banana,” I tell her, pulling her into a hug.
