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That was what Clay needed— he flipped me over so that we were face to face, our bodies crashing together as his hips jutted forward as he slammed his knot home, my pussy muscles threatening to crush his knot. It was full and pulsing inside me, his cum warming me, even as I barely stretched to fit him in.
Clay sank his teeth into my throat just below the pulse point on my right side. Once he released me from his jaws, my teeth found his left forearm just before the hinge of his elbow, marking him asmine.
I was so exhausted; it was a struggle not to pass out right there, draped over the back of the couch with Clay still knotted inside me.
“W-wait a minute!” Zeke broke in, a look almost like panic on his usually carefree face as he jumped up. “We’re not done yet; you haven’t bitten me!”
I watched that set of perfect, sculpted glutes flex as he paced in front of me, nude.
Without warning, I grabbed his wrist on the next pass through, halting his travel long enough to allow me to lean forward and sink my teeth into the round curve of Zeke’s ass cheek, the flesh there several shades lighter.
“Yowza!” he barked in surprise as the bite took hold.
For a moment, I worried that I’d made a mistake. But no, Zeke just beamed, a smile splitting his golden face as he announced happily. “Piper bit me on the ass!”
Chapter 23
Dakota
We had an omega.
It was official.
Holyfuck.
What started as a family night barbecuing had twisted into discussing our worst nightmare, followed by possibly one of the best nights of my life.
We had always dreamed of having an omega, and we had come close to that with Caroline, but the reality of the situation was so much better. Piper was a million times better than Caroline—she was genuinely sweet and caring.
And she chose us.
Well, she chose Maisie, but in doing that, she chose us. Piper would be in our lives forever.
I wanted to walk around with my shirt off all day, just so I could show off the bite mark on my shoulder that meant I was bonded with an omega.
Suddenly, I had a new appreciation for the way Zeke strutted around the house.
Clay had insisted on spending the night with Piper in her room, and as he was technically our pack lead, we let him.
The grumpy bastard had some making up to do.
“You know, we’re going to have to do some rearranging around here,” I said as I poured myself some cereal. Clay and Piper had yet to appear from their slumber, so it was down to me and Montana to gather breakfast. Zeke was outside with Maisie, collecting eggs.
Montana cocked his head at me over his cup of coffee. “What do you mean by rearranging?”
“Well, the bedroom situation is going to have to change. None of our rooms are big enough to accommodate an entire pack. Plus, Piper is going to need a nest.”
Montana stilled for a moment before nodding slowly. “Shit, I hadn't thought of that. The bonding happened so suddenly…”
“That it did,” I murmured in agreement. “But that doesn't mean we shouldn't sort this stuff out now. How do we go about adding a nest to this place?”
“We will have to talk to Clay about it when he finally decides to make an appearance. Given the layout of the house, converting the bedroom downstairs would probably be best. I can move my office upstairs, and we could always extend and knock a wall down to make a large pack bedroom.”
“You think we can do that soon?” I asked. “I don’t like making her wait.”
“I think we can do it in a week or two, but she’ll need furniture and nesting supplies. The few old quilts she has up there won’t do shit when her heat hits and her nesting instinct goes haywire.”
We were all farm boys and good with our hands. We had added extensions to buildings and knocked out walls. I just wanted to ensure we did it properly for Piper.
