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Everett tsks below me. “Just a few more minutes,” he says before capturing my nipple between his teeth. I cry out from the way he nips it, wanting him to break the skin. I push my breast further into him and he laughs that same amused laugh but just goes back to licking across my chest like before. I grind down on him, feeling him again through his stupid pants. I whine, letting the discomfort known.
When Jett’s third finger enters, a strange mewl escapes me. “That’s it, my beautiful scent match,” he murmurs, moving in and out. “I think you’re ready now. Do you think you’re ready for our cocks?”
“Yes!” I practically scream. He moves back and I have enough space now to remove Everett’s pants. When he’s completely bare—and utterlygorgeous—for me, I sink down onto him faster than I should but the burn is exactly what I need. Everett lets out something that sounds like a howl as our hips meet and he pulls me down so our chests meet as well.
“My beautiful omega.” His eyes gleam with emotion. “Take a deep breath for me.”
I do just that, awaiting with anticipation as Jett scoots in behind me. My scent match smells incredible, his amber meeting me with a hint of leather. I moan as he grabs hold of my hips and begins to insert himself inside of me. It’s a lot tighter than I was expecting but very welcome. The sting is accompanied by a blooming of trust and pleasure as he works his way in. He whispers to me about how much he loves me and how he can’t wait to be bonded, how he’s waited forever to feel this close to me. I let out a noise when he bottoms out and we all let out a collective gasp of air at the combined feeling.
They’re moving before I can get my bearings and every single fiber in my being lights up. Like shooting stars being forced from my body, they move in tandem in a way that leaves me completely breathless. I’ve never felt so full in my life.
“Holy fu—” I can’t even get the curse out because my breath catches with every thrust. They move back and forth, just as affected by me as I am by them.
“You’re fuckingperfect,” Jett says. “Your ass was made for me.”
I let out a moan and smirk back at him. “And you fill me up so good,” I say, throwing back some heated words that make him groan.
“I’m about to blow,” Jett groans, his thrusts becoming stuttered.
“Fuck, me too,” Everett agrees. He takes my face in his hands and turns me toward him. “We’re going to bite you, my love. We need it.”
“Yes,” I cry out. “Please, bite me. Come inside me.”
“Goddamnit… My scent match, mylife,” Jett says through gritted teeth, trying to hold on. “I love you.”
His teeth pierce into me at the bottom of my throat. I squeeze around him as I explode. Another set of teeth find the opposite side, further up below my ear, exactly where he said he would take me. The mix between the two of them is an overload of sensation that I didn’t expect. It should be confusing, but the feelings that spark into existence before me are easy to distinguish. Jett’s bad boy persona, his troubled past, all settled behind a layer of unconditional love that he has to give. There’s a cheekiness, a passion that I recognize within mine, and a lonely soul that has finally found his family.
Then there’s a calm within the storm. It’s a grounding presence, with a layer of playfulness and mischievousness that is blatant as ever. Loyalty, dominance, protectiveness. It all glows brightly, standing there with arms wide open to let me in. And I go willingly, tumbling into it headfirst without any doubt.
There’s skin in front of me, my orgasm still blazing through me as they move, but I bite without needing to know who it is. I meet my scent match, his scent calling to me, inviting me home. I know I’m crying, the feelings as overwhelming as they are glorious, but it’s so good that I can’t stop it.
Everett’s shoulder is there now, which is apparently where I was hiding my face while sorting through the horde of emotions. He flexes it, waiting for me. Myteeth move to it instinctually, leaving my mark on him and completing the bond. We immediately meet together and his everlasting calm helps ease every worry and anxiety from the changes coursing through me. I give a happy sigh, letting the feelings fall over me with ease.
When we all come down, we’re in a pile of limbs, all sweaty and panting but so fucking comfortable. I can feel them as if they are in my own skin and that certainty that makes everything feel like it’s fallen into place. “Mine,” I mutter against someone’s chest.
“Yours,” Everett agrees, his forehead coming to rest against mine. “And you’re ours. Ourmate.”
FORTY-FOUR
It feels like I’m in a spy movie as I enter the penthouse. All that’s missing is an all-black outfit so I can be fully incognito.
Everett is downstairs waiting so we can carry the stuff back together. I may lift over two hundred pounds, but not down the busy city street. That sounds like ass.
Although, I would do it if push came to shove. My omega is going to need plenty of items with our scents on it before going into her heat, and that can only be accomplished by getting our luggage. I’d go purchase a hand-truck just for this occasion if it meant providing her what she needs.
Still, I’m entering the penthouse alone in the dead of night because I’m afraid I’ll run into one of my parents anyway. Or worse, I’ll run into Nicole, and my alpha certainly can’t see her right now without spewing hateful words.
Everett’s alpha can’t either, which is why he is downstairs actively avoiding this possible disaster. I have to take this risk alone.
Once I gather up everyone’s luggage—including myomega’s duffle bag that emits the strongest cranberry scent ever—as quietly as I can, I put them beside the elevator door. I need to get my own suitcase so I tiptoe back down the walkway, but the light suddenly comes on in the kitchen, stopping me in my tracks.
I freeze behind the wall of the open doorway. I even try to breathe as quietly as possible, but the action is futile.
“Daxter, you’re not as sly as you think you are. Get in here.” My mother’s voice isn’t loud, but it still hits me in the solar plexus all the same, like I’m being called in for doing something mischievous at school.
I take a deep breath before entering the kitchen. Partially blinded by the extreme whiteness of the room, I see my mother standing by the counter, her hair up and out of her face while stirring a cup of tea in one of her favorite mugs.
I sigh. “Can you please never tell my pack about my full name? They’ll never let me live it down.” And not only Jett, even Rory and Everett would join in on the teasing.
