Dash gives me a hooded glance and sidles over to Lachlan’s side. “I don’t just need details, QB, I need access to your entire playbook.”
Bram grunts, but he steps forward and wraps his hand around Lachlan’s neck. I’ve seen him do it enough to know it has somekind of grounding effect on him, and I’m not surprised to see his shoulders loosen. “You’re not a practice run, Lachlan.” Bram tilts up his chin, pressing his lips firmly over Lachlan’s slack mouth. The kiss is more of a test than a caress, although they’re both breathing hard when they pull apart. “And for the record,” Bram smirks, “the only topping I want from you is that Italian buttercream you made the other day.”
The uber shine might have faded from Bram’s eyes, but there’s no mistaking the dominance that still clings to his skin. I can’t blame Lachlan for the dazed look on his face as he’s nudged towards the bed, and I give his hand a squeeze as the rest of us clamber up behind him. We’re still naked from our shower, while Lachlan is in the jeans and hoodie he wore to the warehouse, and he tugs on his collar as Bram starts to peel off his suit. Tension crackles between them, heat prickling my skin as Dash presses me back against Corbus and slips his fingers between my thighs.
“They suit each other,” Corbus murmurs in my ear as Dash teases my clit. It’s still tingling from my last orgasm, and I hiss as he rolls it under his thumb. “He will look pretty with our pack alpha’s bite on his throat, yes?”
“So pretty,” I moan, watching through hooded eyes as Bram drops his shirt on the edge of the nest. I’ll be putting that to use later, but right now I’m transfixed by the way he looms over Lachlan, his big hands carefully peeling him out of his hoodie. “Is he really in rut? He’s being so gentle.”
“Control, my love,” Corbus hums in my ear. “I fear he has something to prove after the warehouse.”
Lachlan must be thinking the same, because he strips off his jeans, his hands going to the belt of Bram’s pants. “You won’t break me, Alpha. Like I said, I’ve taken down guys almost as big as you.”
Something flickers through Bram’s eyes – not eyeshine, but something dark and possessive. “We’re not playing here, Lachlan. When I take you, it’s for good.”
“Exactly how I want it.” Lachlan tilts back his head, his voice all challenge. “Put your mark on me, Bram. I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
A growl rattles in Bram’s chest, his thighs almost bursting through the seams of his pants as he kicks them aside. With a hand on Lachlan’s chest, he pushes him up the bed into our huddle and crawls up after him. “Then give me your body, mate, and I’ll give you my bond.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT- CORBUS
Five is an odd number, except in a pack bed. And when there’s a heat involved, it’s definitely a case of the more the merrier.
Ours is a decadent nest, sprinkled with the scent of coconut shampoo, luxury linens, and alpha pheromones. But rising over it all is the aroma of omega slick, both Kate and Dash watching with rapt attention as our pack alpha sinks his impressive cock into Lachlan’s eager body. He can’t take his knot – a stretch for any beta male, but an impossibility when dealing with an uber – but he is a truly gifted bottom, his hand gripping Bram’s throat as their bodies surge and retreat. Their muscles glow with sweat, the bed rocking beneath us with every powerful thrust. It’s been a long, delicious game of push and pull, but Bram finally succumbs to the lure of our beta’s submission, and sinks his teeth into Lachlan’s throat.
My own cock throbs in envy, and Kate moves restless against me, her pupils blown wide with need. “Please, Corbus. Don’t make me wait.”
“You’ve been so patient, my love,” I purr, even though she’s orgasmed in the shower and twice on Dash’s fingers. “Is it my turn to feast?”
She arches her back, her neck extended in invitation. Her heatis swirling around us now, slick coating her thighs as flickers of pain dim the glow on her cheeks. The doctor gave her something to counter the heat accelerant, but she’s either burned it off, or the haze is too strong to hold back. Soon she will exist only to take and be taken, and I need to have claimed her before then. But I still don’t want to rush it, because as much as I love the dynamics of our pack, Kate is my scent mate. I want to tease our bond open, one delicious layer at a time.
“Orange blossom,” I whisper in her ear as I lick the puckered scar of her scent gland. She usually goes to great pains to hide it, but now she arches her neck again, begging for my bite. My gums throb, but I skim my lips over her collarbone, nibbling my way down to her breasts. She’s panting, her nipples grazing my lips as I suck one into my mouth. “Cherries, because they are too sweet to be lemon bonbons.” I tease the tight bud, which swells and darkens enticingly. “Although if I suck them hard enough, do you think they will melt on my tongue?”
Dash gives an appreciative hum, but Kate writhes under me, trying to reach for my cock. “Hold her down, Dash,” I instruct him as I direct her hand back to the bed. “I’m not done tasting, and I don’t want to miss a single flavor.”
Dash grins as I lower my head to torture her ribs with my tongue. “Ah, I think that’s gingerbread, with the perfect hint of spice.” She groans as I dip lower, sucking across the soft pillow of her belly to her navel. I dip my tongue in the delicate hollow, teasing out another gasp. “Ganache, or perhaps caramel, warm from my pocket.”
Despite Dash’s best efforts to pin her to the bed, Kate’s pelvis tips up, her scent wafting in my face. I have to clench my jaw as I brush my fingers over her hipbones, back and forth across the cradle of her sex. “I would like to suck each one of your perfect toes, but I fear, I can’t go past this sweet dish in front of me.”
“Corbus!”
I smile at the outrage in her voice, although there’s a flicker of unease in her eyes as I swirl a finger in her folds. “It might not taste as good…”
“As Lachlan’s Italian buttercream?” I cut off her protests with my tongue, licking and sucking her slick pussy until she’s coming in my mouth. Her release is like the sweetest nectar and I rise up on an elbow, petting her trembling thighs as I watch her drift back to earth. “Gather your strength, my love, because I fear you’ve awoken a craving.”
“Talk about a playbook,” Lachlan mutters, blinking sleepily from the curve of Bram’s arms. “Is this why I suddenly have a hankering for a midnight snack?”
“There’s plenty to go around,” Dash says, teasing her thighs wider. But before they can make a move in her direction, I draw her up against my chest, wrapping her legs around my waist until she’s resting her head on my shoulder. Dash crawls over to the others while I rock her in my arms, my purr settling over her like a blanket. It’s well past midnight, and her scent is tinged with exhaustion.
“You’ve had a long night, my love.”
Her eyes flash from under their heavy lids. “But I’m not too tired to bond.”
Even if she is, Kate has made up her mind and far be it for me to stand in her way.
“Also, I don’t want to sleep,” she admits in a small voice. “If this is my last one, I don’t want to miss a second of it.”
I hum, because Bram told me that she’s worried her body will change after her last heat. That she will no longer be able to produce slick or take our knots in the omega way. “You know that we will always love and cherish you,mijn liefje.A heat is just a fleeting moment in all the years we will spend together.”
