A low growl rumbles from his chest, resonating deep in my core as he moves with purpose, each thrust a claiming, a response to that primal call I’ve just unleashed. My gaze flicks to his face, catching the way his eyes lock onto the fresh bite mark on my neck—Kyren’s mark, still tender and raw. Matheo groans, a sound of raw, pleased surprise that sends a shiver racing down my spine.
“You’ve bonded,” he rasps, voice thick with something I can’t quite name, but it fuels the heat still simmering in my veins.
I feel a sudden burst of emotion through the new bondwith Kyren, a warm wave of delight crashing over me. He’s awake, watching from the edge of the nest of blankets and pillows, his green eyes glinting with hunger. I sense it, sharp and clear—he revels in this, in seeing me with Matheo, in the way our bodies collide. It’s intoxicating, knowing how much it ignites him.
Emboldened by that pulse of desire echoing through our connection, I arch up, grinding against Matheo with a fierce need, urging him to drive deeper, harder.
My fingers curl around the back of his neck, nails grazing the taut skin there as I tug him down. I guide his mouth to the opposite side of my throat, the unmarked side, offering it up like a silent plea.
“Bite me,” I whisper, breathless, the words trembling on the edge of a moan. My heart thunders under my ribs, every nerve alight with anticipation.
Matheo hesitates for a split second, his breath hot against my pulse point. His eyes search mine, dark pools of want and restraint warring for dominance. “You’re sure?”
The heat rages through me, a wildfire I can’t douse, and Matheo’s hesitation only fans the flames. His question hangs in the air, but I’m done with doubts, done with holding back. I lock eyes with him, lips curling into a daring smirk as I lean closer, my voice dropping to a husky whisper.
“I’m sure, Matheo. You taste just as good to me as I do to you.”
Before he can respond, I surge forward, my teeth finding the taut skin over his left pec. I bite down, hard and deliberate, right above his heart. The sharp tang of his scent—earthy, wild, like a storm over an untamed forest and just a hint of sweetness—floods my senses as my mark takes hold.
Vetiver, cedarwood, and cardamom.
Fresh, woodsy, and sophisticated, just like him.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of it.
An omega-initiated bond doesn’t carry the raw power of an alpha’s claim, but it pulses all the same, a thread of connection weaving between us.
Through that fragile link, I feel it—a jolt of shock from Matheo, bright and electric, followed by a rush of pure, unfiltered happiness that crashes over me like a wave breaking on jagged cliffs. His breath hitches, a sound caught between a growl and a gasp, as his hands tighten on my hips, anchoring me to him.
The bond might be weaker on my end, but it’s real, singing with the echo of his joy, mirroring the fierce delight I felt when Kyren marked me.
“Trinity,” he rasps, voice raw with emotion, eyes darkening as he processes what I’ve done. His chest heaves under my mark, the skin flushed where my teeth broke through, and I can’t help but trace the reddened outline with a fingertip, feeling the shiver that runs through him.
I lift my gaze to meet his, my heart pounding with a mix of triumph and vulnerability. The heat still claws at me, demanding more, but this moment—this act of claiming him—grounds me. I’ve chosen this, chosen him, and the weight of that choice settles into my bones with a quiet strength.
From the edge of the nest, Kyren’s presence hums through our shared bond, a flicker of amusement and heat dancing across my awareness. He’s watching, always watching, and I feel his silent encouragement, a push to keep going, to bind us all in ways that no contract could ever touch.
The heat coils tight within me, demanding more, demanding everything. His lips graze the sensitive spot first,a teasing brush that makes me whimper again, before his teeth sink in with a sharp, exquisite sting. The pain blooms into pleasure, a bright burst that floods my senses, binding us in a way that feels as inevitable as gravity.
Through the fresh bond, I feel Matheo’s surge of possessiveness, a fierce joy that mirrors the one still humming from Kyren. My body responds, tightening around Matheo as he moves with renewed intensity, each thrust pushing me closer to that blinding edge.
I’m caught between them, the dual pull of their emotions weaving through me, amplifying every touch, every breath, until I’m spiraling, lost in the overwhelming tide of it all.
“Mine,” Matheo growls against my skin, the word vibrating through the mark he’s just claimed, and I feel it echo in my bones.
I turn my head just enough to catch Kyren’s gaze, his presence a steady anchor even as he watches with that wicked, knowing smirk. The bond pulses again, a silent confirmation of his approval, his desire to see me shatter beneath Matheo’s touch. And I do, letting myself go, surrendering to the raw, unfiltered connection that binds us now.
“Both of yours,” I groan, feeling it down to my very soul.
FORTY-SEVEN
LUCAS
I perchat the edge of the nest, my pulse hammering like a drumroll as Trinity crawls toward me on trembling limbs. Her breaths come in shallow gasps, her body quaking with the exhaustion of her heat, yet those hazel eyes burn with a resolve that could ignite a forest.
Each slow, deliberate movement across the private jet’s cabin floor sends a jolt through me—part thrill, part dread. I ache to bond with her, to seal this connection that’s been simmering under my skin since the moment I caught her scent, all summer warmth and fleeting boyhood dreams. My teeth itch to mark her, to claim her as mine in a way that transcends any contract or charade.
But then there’s Cash. My gaze flicks to him, standing just beyond the nest of pilfered pillows and blankets, his dark gray eyes shadowed with something I can’t quite read. We’ve been together for years, building a life that defies the rigid lines of alpha and beta dynamics. He’s my rock, the steady hand that guides me when my impulsiveness threatens to tip me overboard.
