Yet we’ve never broached the subject of bonding. Betasrarely do—there’s no primal urge driving them to tie themselves so irrevocably to an alpha or omega. It’s a choice, not a need.
If I bond with Trinity now, will he feel like I’ve chosen her over him? Will it carve a wound between us that no amount of love can stitch closed?
My chest tightens at the thought, a vice squeezing around my ribs. I can’t bear the idea of hurting Cash, of shattering the balance we’ve fought so hard to maintain. My fingers dig into the blanket beneath me, the fabric crumpling under my grip as I wrestle with the storm inside.
Trinity’s scent—lush sweetness of cranberries, intoxicatingly spiced with cinnamon and sage —floods my senses, tugging at every instinct I possess. I want her. I want this. But at what cost?
She’s closer now, barely a breath away, her trembling arms straining to hold her weight. Her skin glistens with a sheen of sweat, chestnut hair plastered to her neck where Kyren and Matheo’s marks stand out like proud declarations. I swallow hard, my throat dry as desert sand.
My eyes dart to Cash again, searching for any sign of what he’s thinking. His face remains a fortress, jaw tight, but there’s a flicker in his gaze, a silent question hanging between us.
“Lucas…” Trinity’s voice is a fragile thread, woven with raw need as she reaches for me. Her body sways, and before I can move, she collapses onto the cabin floor with a soft thud, a wounded whine slipping from her lips. “Please… take me. Both of you.”
The sound pierces me, sharp and urgent, slicing through my hesitation like a blade. Her plea hangs in the air, heavy with desperation, and I feel the weight of her heat pressing against us all.
My instincts roar to life, urging me to scoop her up, to soothe that ache, to give her everything she’s begging for.
But I’m rooted in place, torn between the pull of her need and the specter of Cash’s reaction.
I turn to him, my breath catching as our eyes lock. For a heartbeat, the world narrows to just us, the hum of the jet engines fading into a dull roar.
And in that fragile slice of time, clarity crashes over me like a tidal wave. His expression softens, the hard edges melting away, and I see it—the unspoken understanding, the quiet permission. There’s no anger, no betrayal, just a shared recognition of what this moment means.
We’re in this together, not as rivals, but as partners, as a pack. Whatever happens with Trinity, it doesn’t diminish what we have; it expands it.
“Cash?” My voice is rough, barely above a whisper, seeking that ultimate confirmation.
He gives a subtle nod, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a way that eases the knot in my chest. “We’ve got her, Lucas. Together.”
I drop to my knees behind Trinity, the cabin floor hard beneath me, but all I feel is the heat radiating from her trembling form. My fingers slide gently along her inner thighs, tracing the slick warmth there, and I ease one inside her, probing with care.
A soft murmur escapes her lips, not of pleasure but a faint wince, a small sound that cuts through the haze of my desire. Even with her heat driving her, her body’s showing signs of strain from our relentless attention.
My chest tightens at the thought—she’s been pushed so far, and yet she still reaches for more.
I shift my position, sliding underneath her so her hips hover just above my face. Her scent envelops me, raw andunfiltered, a blend of her essence and the lingering traces of all of us. I press my lips to hers, lapping at the combined fluids with slow, deliberate strokes of my tongue, savoring the complex taste.
She shudders above me, her thighs quivering as she grips my waist for balance. A desperate whine spills from her when she realizes her angle won’t let her reach my cock with her mouth, her frustration vibrating through the air.
“Cash…” Her voice is a ragged plea, cutting through the hum of the jet engines outside.
I don’t grasp what’s happening at first, too lost in the rhythm of tasting her, in soothing the soreness I sensed moments ago. Then a sudden heat engulfs me, tight and overwhelming, as Cash sinks down onto my cock.
The unexpected sensation rips a groan from my throat, my hips jerking instinctively. Above me, the distinct sound of lips meeting—wet, hungry—tells me Trinity and Cash are locked in a kiss, their mingled breaths a symphony that drives me closer to the edge.
My control frays, unraveling like a worn thread. I can’t hold back any longer, the need too primal, too consuming. I pull my mouth away from Trinity just enough to find the tender skin of her inner thigh, slick and warm under my lips.
My teeth graze the spot for a split second before I bite down hard, sinking into her flesh with a claiming force I’ve fought to restrain until now. The act seals our bond, a surge of raw connection flooding my senses—an awareness of Trinity bursts through me, sharp and vivid, like stepping into sunlight after endless shadow.
Her emotions pulse alongside mine, a torrent of need and trust that nearly buckles my resolve.
A sharp cry cuts through the charged air, pulling myattention upward. Cash’s voice, strained and breaking, echoes in the confined space of the cabin.
My eyes flick to where Trinity’s head is tilted, her teeth buried in the meat of his shoulder, marking him as hers. The sight sends a jolt through our shared bond, a ripple of completion that binds us three in a way I never imagined possible.
I feel it—the intertwining of our energies, the ultimate fusion of alpha, omega, and beta, defying every boundary I thought existed. Trinity’s claim on Cash, his surrender to her bite, cements something unbreakable between us, a circuit of desire and belonging that hums beneath my skin.
My hips thrust upward, driven by the intensity of our connection, as Cash’s rhythm matches mine, Trinity’s gasps weaving through the charged silence.
