“It’s coming, Omega,” I tell her through gritted teeth. “Take my knot. Take my bite.”
“Yes!Please, Alpha.”
I look down, my heart thumping at the sight of her battered pussy swallowing my cock. The knot at the base is a violent purple and so fucking swollen it sends bolts of lightning up my spine. I’m not sure it’s even going to fit until she wiggles her hips, her lip caught between her teeth as she bucks off the bed.Has there ever been a hotter fucking sight in the world than this omega gulping down my knot?
My balls combust, gushes of hot cum splashing inside her as she jerks with her own release. The violent ripple in her walls milks my knot, and I grind against her, pushing as deep as I can go. “I’m breeding you, Omega. Take it all and give me your throat.”
The words sound like gravel in a mixer, but she understands enough to tilt her head, her eyes fierce as I drag my thumb over her gland. Rut is too gentle for what I’m feeling as I tear her from the bed, pulling her up into my lap. My knot grinds against her walls, making us both cry out, but she grips my cheeks, almost yanking my beard out at the root. “Bite me, Alpha! Make me yours!”
“Mine,” I growl, setting my teeth over her gland and biting down. Blood fills my mouth, scorching my throat, and I feel the bond between us unspool in a crimson gush. She jerks against me as the hook lodges deep, and then sags, a soft, sweet sigh falling from her lips. “So lovely,” she hums, blinking through wet lashes. “My lovely mate.”
“Damn perfect,” I murmur back, my thumb now pressing against the ravaged gland on her throat. I have a big fucking mouth, and a possessive purr fills my chest as I realize it’s going to scar.Bad.“Mine,” I say again, this time with a note of awe.
“Ours.” Trust the beta to pipe up now, but I just smirk at him, since I’m the one knot-deep in our girl. “You did so good, Diana.”
She reaches for him, laughter breaking against their lips as they meet in a kiss. “I’m so happy, Dex. This is everything I wanted and more.”
“You got your mate,” he croons, stroking her wild hair back against the remains of her braid. “This is it, Diana. Your happily ever after.”
“All of us,” she insists, turning towards the pornstar, who’s kneeling on the other side of us. “We can have this, can’t we?”
“You already have it,” he tells her with a kind smile. “And if anyone doubts you, you’ve got the big-ass bite to prove it.”
I snort at his unsubtle dig, but I’m too mellow to bite back, snaring his arm and pulling him over instead. “Come on, dimples. Snuggle in close and I promise I won’t touch that cute little tent in your shorts.”
He rolls his eyes at me, but scoots over, twining his fingers with Diana’s.
I really need to learn their fucking names, I think, a moment before I pass out, my beast purring in my chest like the cat who got the cream.
Three times over.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Every inch of my body feels like it’s been worked over with a fur-wrapped rolling pin.
It’s been another twenty-four hours of heat, and while the addition of Kane to the nest has definitely had an impact, Diana’s need for Dex and me hasn’t waned a bit. I can’t tell if Kane is in a rut or if he always leaks pheromones by the bucketload, but the whole suite is doused in a mind-scrambling blend of slick, cum, andalpha. It’s the first time I’ve been in close proximity to a sexually aroused alpha without a script, and the rawness of the whole experience is overwhelming. It would be easy to dismiss Kane as just another primal thug if it wasn’t for the devotion he’s shown Diana, not just in the nest, but in the quiet moments between her heat waves. And then, of course, there’s the fact that she’s wearing his ruined braid like a crown.I mean, what badass biker takes the time to master the art of a fucking fishtail?
He’s still an asshole, but I’m starting to realize he might beourasshole. At the very least, he’s Diana’s, since she’s nowwearing his enormous bite with obvious pride. In one of her lucid moments, she had me fetch the hand mirror from the bathroom, and if she’s not stroking the bite, she’s studying it, drawing a rumble of satisfaction from Kane every time he catches her preening at her reflection. It’s a jolt to my cynical heart to realize they’re actually quite an adorable couple.
Stranger still is the fact that watching Kane knot and claim her wasn’t the disturbing experience I thought it would be. It was intense to be so close to it, but it was also hot as hell. If I’m honest, there’s a tiny pang of want in my chest every time I glance at Diana’s mating bite. Not for the alpha possessiveness – or the thought of his giant knot in my ass - but maybe for the bond that shines from her face every time she glances at her mate.
Diana’s scent finally softens late into the third day. It’s the official end of her heat, although there’s the possibility of short spikes as her hormones reset. I wait until she collapses in Dex’s arms, her alpha snoring loudly at her back, then crawl out of the ruined nest. Despite what I told Diana about the suites being built to handle a heat, we’re definitely going to be charged a deep cleaning fee at check-out. First heats are notoriously messy, and then add in a primal claiming, and those thousand-thread count sheets will probably never recover.
I can’t help but give a tired grin as I wash up, then head into the living room. Kennedy is fixing breakfast, one eye on the sizzling bacon while she video chats with her pack. I round the counter, grinning at Nina. My sister’s omega is in the late stages of pregnancy, their two-year-old son Danny bouncing restlessly on her lap. “Hi, Ro!” she exclaims, dimples popping as she looks me over. “Wow, good heat, I take it?”
“An intense one,” I reply, slipping onto a bar stool. “How are things, Nina?”
“Missing my girl.” She gives my sister goo-goo eyes. “Think you can spare her for a few hours sometime soon?”
“Of course.” I grin at the loaded plate Kennedy slides my way. “Especially if it means more bacon for me.”
Nina snorts. “God knows how you keep your rakish figure, you lucky shit.”
“A steady diet of topping,” I reply, then wag my brows at Danny. “How’s things, little man? You’re being an angel for your momma, right?”
“I wish,” Nina mutters, wincing as his little elbow bounces off her swollen belly. “I think we’ve officially entered the Terrible Twos era.”
Once she loses her smile, it’s easy to see the strain on Nina’s face and I have to force myself to swallow my next mouthful. Shit. I’ve been hogging more of my twin than usual, and her omega is clearly close to breaking point. “Well, it’s good that Kennedy is scheduled for a couple of days off,” I tell her. “She can head home straight after breakfast.”
