Page 64 of These Bonds that Unite Us
Once I sink my teeth into her skin tonight, she won’t ever be rid of me. She owns every molecule in my body and each shattered piece of my soul.
We lean against the massive round bed watching her take in all of the little pieces of the nest Cal built her. The bookshelves I filled with her favorite titles and the snack cabinet fully stocked with nutrient-dense snacks for her heat. A small circular star projector Nebula picked for her. The dark gray macramé hanging chair Titan installed in the corner.
When she reaches the back wall where the windows to the outside are covered in sliding black-out blinds, her fingers stall on the framed pictures Callisto printed.
“How did you find these?” she asks, turning to look at us with watery eyes.
“Several of them are from Bea, but your sister gave me a few too.” We both step closer and look at them too. Omen and Bea at a Candy Courage concert in matching band shirts. The two of them with Foster dancing at a nightclub. Young Omen standing with her sister in their dated church wear.
My favorite is the sneaky shot of the five of us at the beach in Norfolk Bea had taken. It’s a bittersweet reminder of how things should be between us.
Knocking at the door pulls our attention away from the images. Nebula studies us, careful not to come into the room without an invitation. “Hey, babygirl. What do you think?”
“It’s perfect,” she admits quietly.
There’s still hesitation between the two of them, even after the heat spike he helped her through a few days ago. Neb nods his head, grinning at her. The lines around his eyes are still tight, showing his lingering regret. Tension fills the air between them, both struggling to speak.
She walks around the room again, but her attention is still riveted to the alpha standing in the doorway. “I asked Nexus to bond me,” Omen finally blurts.
It’s easy to see my alpha mate is struggling with this news. The longing etched across his face barely rivals what I can feel flowing through his bond, but there is resignation as well. He believes she didn’t get to choose him the way she is with me. His rut and her heat spike drove their instincts to take over and make the decision for them.
He’s wrong though. She still gets to choose him since their bond is incomplete.
For now, though, combating her chemical rejection is our priority. Groveling and winning her back can come later.
“Anything you want, babygirl. I think–” Nebula clears his throat awkwardly. “It will probably be best if Callisto stays in the room with you this time.”
Omen is stiff where she stands across the room from us, her eyes wide. I don’t think my gorgeous girl expected Neb to be okay with me bonding her. She expected him to fight her on it, to try to complete their bond first as our pack’s alpha.
“Being with you could trigger Nexus’ rut.”
Her shoulders relax. “And if he goes into a rut it would likely trigger my heat. I hadn’t considered that.”
“May I come in, Omega?” When Omen nods, he steps into the room and crosses to where she stands with her arms wrapped around her waist. For a moment, I’m reminded of the way they were before, the fire always simmering between them. His thumb digs into her chin as he forces her to face him.
God that’s fucking hot. I can easily picture his fingers indenting her skin the same way while he’s guiding his cock into her mouth.
Shit, maybe I shouldn’t be the one in here with her after all. It’s been too long since I’ve been this turned on. I’m liable to throw myself into a rut to get this pent-up need out of my body.
“I’ve got you, Alpha,” Callisto whispers against my ear when he wraps himself around my back. I can feel his hard length pressing against my ass and I damn near whimper at the feel of it. Fuck, I wish he would rip my jeans off and take my cock down his throat, sucking me down until I see stars dancing around our girl.
So lost in my growing arousal I miss whatever Nebula says to ease Omen’s fear. I don’t miss him slamming his lips to hers in a bruising kiss though, and Fates dammit if I don’t nearly come in my pants like a teenager watching his first porno. She’s swaying slightly as he backs away, her fingers pressed to her lips. Hell yes, Alpha, show our girl exactly how much we want her.
Nebula pauses to whisper in Callisto’s ear behind me. I’m too lost in the dark spiral of inadequacy building in my mind to focus on what he is saying. Squeezing my shoulder in support, he leaves the room, pulling the nest door shut behind him.
Suddenly, it feels like I’m overheating. What am I supposed to do now? Last time my instincts kicked in, driven by her heat scent, but right now they’re annoyingly quiet. Running a hand through my hair, I sigh. I don’t want to fail her again.
Callisto’s hands drift up my arms before sliding down my chest across my smutty romance tee. I can feel Omen watchingus. It’s a heady feeling having her attention riveted on me while our beta tortures me. His fingers dip beneath the hem of my shirt and he slowly lifts it, revealing my abs for her to drool over.
He tosses my shirt aside before returning his hands to my waist. The slightest, breathiest sound slips from Omen’s mouth when Cal flicks open the button of my jeans. A shudder rolls down my spine as my dick jerks from the slightest brush against it. I’m so turned on I can feel the pre-cum leaking from my tip as it smears onto my thigh.
Shuffling my jeans to the floor, Callisto places one hand on my shoulder and guides me to my knees. “Crawl to our Omega.” A shiver wracks my body as he speaks the command against my skin. “Beg for her forgiveness. Earn your place as her Alpha by devouring her sweet pussy until she’s writhing in pleasure.”
The room is suffocated in Omen’s sunflower and honeysuckle scent. It’s sweet with a sickly tint from her rejection, but I try not to focus on the pain we’ve caused her. Right here, right now our only goal is to bring her endless, orgasmic bliss.
Dropping my hands to the floor, I slowly make my way to where Omen stands a few feet away. One hand before the next. Do I put a little extra sway in my hips to stir up my beta’s arousal too? Fucking hell yes I do. We’re going to let this bonding devolve into a love fest to rival the ages!
When I reach Omen, I sit back on my heels, legs spread wide to showcase my bulging cock hidden beneath a pair of tight, black lace boxer briefs.
