Page 49 of Down Knot Out (Pack Alphas of Misty Pines #3)

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chloe

A s Blake’s lips cover mine, a switch flips inside me, and liquid-gold desire pours through my veins.

My skin burns beneath my pajamas, every nerve ending suddenly awake and hungry for touch. His touch. I arch into him, a soft whimper escaping my throat as the first true wave of Heat crashes through me.

He cups my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks as he deepens the kiss, tongue delving deep, claiming every part of me.

When he pulls back, he stares down at me with pupils blown so wide that the brown of his irises is nothing more than a thin ring around bottomless black .

“Blake,” I breathe, his name warm with my need for him.

He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring. “Your scent...”

My thighs clench as slick begins to pool between them. The flannel pants I wore to bed now stick to my skin, damp and suffocating as the fire in my body grows. The air thickens with my lilac and lily pheromones, and his smoked apple wood and cider rise to match it.

Awareness hums in my body, a primal desire sinking into my bones. “Alpha.”

Blake swallows, his throat working. “I’m here, my Omega.”

My fingers fumble with his T-shirt, clumsy with my desperation to strip it off of him and touch bare skin.

Blake covers my hands with his, stilling their trembling. “Let me.”

In one smooth move, he grasps the back of his collar and drags the shirt off.

The sight of his broad chest, tattooed arms, and the dark trail of hair disappearing beneath his waistband sends another pulse of slick between my thighs. My pajama top clings to the sweat beading across my skin, and I tug at it. “I need?—”

Blake’s hands slide under the hem of my shirt, callused palms skimming my ribs as he lifts the fabric away. The cool air hits my overheated skin, and I gasp at the momentary relief before another wave of heat rolls through me.

“Beautiful.” He palms my breasts, thumbing the tight peaks. “So beautiful, sweetheart.”

I reach for the waistband of my pants, but he stops me, his fingers curling around mine.

“Slow,” he says, though his own breathing comes out ragged with need. “Let me take care of you.”

He hooks his fingers into my waistband and pulls the flannel down inch by torturous inch, his beard scraping my thighs as he follows the fabric’s retreat with his mouth. By the time he tosses them aside, I’m shaking, my body a live wire of sensation.

Without the others here, the nest is too big, too empty. The cushions and blankets we piled together cradle my body, but I need more. I need weight and pressure and the scrape of his beard on my throat.

“Please.” I spread my legs.

Blake sheds the rest of his clothes, his cock standing hard and ready between powerful thighs. The sight of him naked, all muscle and ink and hunger, sends another pulse of wet heat through my core.

His big body covers mine, and he braces himself on his forearms to keep his weight off my smaller frame. “Tell me what you need.”

“You,” I pant, hands clutching at his shoulders. “Inside me. Now.”

He shifts, aligning our bodies, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. The first contact draws a moan from both of us, the sound harmonizing in the quiet room.

He pushed forward by slow degrees, the stretch burning in that perfect way that says my body was made for this. Made for him. I arch, taking him deeper, my legs wrapping around his hips to urge him forward.

When he bottoms out, we both pause, breathing hard.

The fullness borders on too much, but my body adjusts, muscles fluttering around his length as they relearn the shape of him.

Everything feels so much more with my folds swollen and slick dripping down my thighs with the need to bond, to mate, to claim this Alpha as mine and for him to claim me in return.

“Move,” I beg. “Please, Alpha.”

Blake groans, hips withdrawing before thrusting forward again, setting a rhythm that builds like wildfire.

Each thrust stokes the flames higher, my skin flushing hot, then cold.

My fingers dig into his biceps, the muscles flexing beneath inked skin.

His pheromones surround me, wrapping around my senses until everything narrows to the connection between our bodies.

“You’re mine.” His beard scrapes the tender skin of my throat. “Say it.”

“Yours,” I gasp as he hits a spot deep inside that causes stars to explode behind my eyelids. “Mark me, Blake.”

The pleasure builds, coiling tighter with each thrust. My body opens for him, slick easing the way as he moves faster, harder. His hand slides between us to circle my clit, and the dual sensation pulls a cry from me.

“That’s it,” he encourages, eyes locked on mine. “Let go for me.”

The pressure inside me crests and breaks, pleasure washing through my body in waves so intense my vision blurs at the edges. I cry his name, over and over, as the orgasm rolls through me.

As Blake dips his head to my shoulder, his teeth grazing the curve where neck meets shoulder, a new kind of tension coils inside me.

“Please.” I tilt my head to expose more of my throat. “Need you. ”

As his hips stutter, and the pressure inside me grows with the swell of his knot, his teeth sink into my flesh, claiming me, marking me as his.

Sharp pain blossoms, then transforms as the bond that has been reaching for him since the beginning snaps into place, connecting our minds, our hearts, our souls.

I feel not just his teeth in my shoulder, but his presence deeper, taking root inside me where nothing and no one has ever touched. The bond is a living thing with its own heartbeat, its own breath.

Blake’s emotions flood through me, his fierce protectiveness, his fear of failing the people he loves, his unwavering certainty that I belong with him, with all of them. They flood through me, raw and unfiltered, and for the first time since I was sixteen, I know l’m truly wanted .

He pulls back from the bite, licking the wound to seal it. “You’re inside me.” Awe softens his features as he cradles my face. “Everywhere.”

Overwhelmed by it all, tears track hot paths toward my hairline. Blake catches them with his thumb, his own eyes suspiciously bright.

“You’re safe now.” He kisses me slowly. “You’re pack. No one can take you from us.”

The bond pulses between us, a silent affirmation of his words. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer despite the knot still tying us together. The pressure of it inside me gives me another piece of him to hold on to.

“I love you,” I whisper, the words forming another kiss.

“I love you, too.” Wrapping his arms around me, he rolls us to lie on our sides, one of my legs drawn over his hip to ease the pressure of his knot. “Rest while you can. The others will be back soon.”

The thought of my other Alphas coming to claim me sends another flush of Heat through my body, but Blake is right. I need to recover my strength.

I curl against his chest, breathing in his scent, our bond pulsing with each beat of his heart.

The air in the room shifts as the door opens, and I raise my head from Blake’s chest. The mark on my shoulder throbs in time with my heartbeat, sending pulses of pleasure through my nervous system.

I blink slowly at Nathaniel, who stands frozen, his chest heaving with each breath, his knuckles white where they grip the doorframe. Dominic’s flushed face appears over his shoulder, his eyes wild with need .

Their pheromones roll over me in a wave of leather and clove from Nathaniel, citrus and musk from Dominic. My body responds, another rush of slick coating my thighs and Blake’s softening knot.

“Alpha,” I whimper, the word coming unbidden to my lips.

Nathaniel’s gaze locks on the bite mark on my shoulder, his pupils dilating, and his throat works as he swallows.

Blake stiffens beneath me, and through our new bond, I sense his struggle between instinctive possessiveness and the desire to share me with our pack.

I wiggle in his grasp, and he relents, his arms unwrapping from around me. He shifts, his softened cock sliding from my body to leave me aching and empty once more.

A whimper escapes, and my hips shift restlessly as slick mingled with Blake’s cum rushes out to coat my thighs.

Dominic drops to the floor, crawling past Nathaniel’s frozen form to reach the nest first. Leaning down, he presses his face to my unmarked shoulder.

“You smell...” He inhales and shivers. “Perfect. Claimed. Ours.”

His hand skims over my belly, tracing circles that send ripples of pleasure through my body. His touch feels electric, sensations skittering across my skin, each point of contact resonating through our half-formed bond.

Nathaniel approaches with more caution, his control evident in the measured pace of his steps. He places a knee on the edge of the nest, dipping the blankets as he leans in to brush his lips across my forehead.

“How are you feeling?” His fingers hover over the Mark without quite touching it.

I can barely form coherent thoughts. “More. Need more.”

His palm comes to rest on my cheek, thumb stroking across my bottom lip. My mouth parts, tongue darting out to lick the salt off his skin.

“We’re here now,” he promises, voice tight with restraint.

Blake shifts beside me, moving out of the way for his bondmates to surround me.

My thoughts turn hazy, seconds slipping past in slow blinks. I’m not sure when they undress, only that suddenly their bare skin brushes mine on either side as they move into position.

Dominic settles beside me, his hands stroking along my sides, my hips, the dip of my waist. He bends to take my nipple in his mouth, tongue circling the sensitive peak until I cry out. The dual sensations of his mouth and Nathaniel’s palm still cupping my face overwhelm me.

“Look at how pretty you are,” Blake growls into my ear, the vibration traveling through my bones. “Surrounded by your pack. Ready to be filled by your Alphas.”

At his words, the scent of my arousal thickens in the air. Nathaniel’s control slips, a growl escaping his throat as he inhales.

“She needs food and water.” Blake shifts away from me. “She’ll burn through her energy fast.”

The practical concern cuts through the haze of pheromones, reminding us all that this isn’t wild abandon, and it requires care.

Dominic lifts his mouth from my breast, his lips wet and swollen. “Holden will bring food. I’ll get her hydrated. You go clean up.”

Blake kisses my temple before he rises from the nest. The sudden absence of his body heat leaves me shivering despite the fever burning through me.

I grab his hand. “Don’t leave.”

“I’m not going far.” He squeezes my fingers. “I’ll be right back.”

The truth of his words rings through our new bond, the tether between us unbreakable and singing with life. Even as he steps away, his presence remains inside me, a warm glow beneath my breastbone.

Dominic kisses me and passes me to Nathaniel, who moves closer as Blake disappears into the bathroom. Dominic leaves the nest to retrieve a bag from the hallway.

Nathaniel’s hand slides from my face to my throat, resting over my racing pulse.

“I can sense him in you.” Wonder colors the words. “The bond. It’s beautiful.”

Dominic returns with a water bottle, his hands steady as he helps me sit up. The movement sends another ripple of need through my core, and I whimper.

He holds the bottle to my lips. “Drink.”

I obey, gulping down water I didn’t realize I needed. It soothes my parched throat, washes away the metallic tang of too much pleasure.

“Good girl,” Dominic praises, setting the bottle aside and brushing hair from my face. He caresses the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

Blake returns, clean and carrying a damp cloth. He passes it to Nathaniel, who dabs away the evidence of our coupling from my thighs. The cool cloth on overheated skin leaves me gasping.

“The bond is different from what I expected,” I confess at last. “Like he’s inside me, even when he’s not.”

Nathaniel’s expression softens, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “That’s why it’s so powerful. And each bond will add another layer until we’re all connected.”

Blake settles back on the edge of the nest. “Are you ready for another?”

The question hangs in the air, heavy with meaning. Am I ready to be claimed again? To open my body and soul to my other Alphas? To tether the next strand in the web that will bind us all together?

“Yes.” I turn my face toward Nathaniel. “I’m ready.”