Page 50 of Down Knot Out (Pack Alphas of Misty Pines #3)

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chloe

M y Heat rises again, filling the room with the scent of lilies and lilacs and need. Three Alphas watch me with hunger, reverence, and love.

I am theirs. And they are mine.

Nathaniel’s hands skim down my body to cradle my hips as he positions himself behind me, one palm sliding up my spine to press between my shoulder blades. The pressure guides me down until my cheek rests on the nest, my back arching to present for him.

His palm runs down the curve of my spine, mapping each vertebra before spreading across the small of my back. The touch steadies me as another wave of Heat turns my bones to liquid and sets my skin on fire .

“Alpha.” I wiggle my hips. “Hurry.”

Nathaniel responds by draping himself over me, his chest a wall of heat covering my back, and the crisp hair dusting his skin scrapes my over-sensitized nerves. His cock slides through the slick coating my thighs, the head nudging my entrance without pushing inside.

“Tell me what you need.” His teeth graze my unmarked shoulder, opposite Blake’s claim.

My mind spins, torn between too many sensations to form coherent words. I rock backward instead, seeking him.

His arm wraps around my waist, steadying me as he pushes forward in one smooth thrust that seats him inside.

The stretch is different from Blake, his cock longer, angled to hit spots that paint bursts of color behind my eyelids. My mouth falls open in a silent cry as my body adjusts to accommodate him.

“So wet,” he groans, his composure fracturing. “So perfect.”

His hips start a slow, deep rhythm designed to build pleasure in steady increments rather than crashing waves. His hand slides from my waist to my belly, splaying wide across the soft curve as he moves inside me.

“You were made for this.” The praise comes out strained from the effort it takes him to maintain his control. “Made to join us. To complete us.”

Beyond him, I sense Blake and Dominic, their scents mingling in the air. Blake’s presence thrums in my chest through our bond, a second pulse that echoes in my heartbeat.

Nathaniel shifts the angle, driving deeper, and coherent thought dissolves into pure sensation. My body clenches around him, hungry and desperate, pulling him further into me with each thrust.

“That’s it,” he encourages, his rhythm never faltering. “Take what you need.”

His hand slides lower, fingers finding my clit with unerring precision. The touch sends a shock through my system, back bowing as pleasure spirals tighter.

“Nathaniel,” I gasp.

He leans closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I’m here. We’re all here.”

The pressure builds, coiling at the base of my spine, spreading outward in waves that threaten to drown me. Nathaniel’s thrusts grow deeper, harder, his control slipping as my Heat pulls him under.

Dominic appears in my field of vision, kneeling beside us. His fingers brush damp hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear with a tenderness that contrasts with the raw need on his face .

“You’re doing so well.” His thumb traces my bottom lip. “So beautiful like this.”

Nathaniel’s rhythm falters, his hips stuttering as his knot begins to swell. The stretching pressure sends me over the edge, and I come with a cry that echoes off the walls. My inner muscles clamp down, milking his knot as it locks us together.

At the peak of my climax, Nathaniel’s teeth find my shoulder, and the sharp sting of his bite cuts through the pleasure, focusing it to a single point before exploding outward. A second bond forms, twining with the first, harmonizing like chords in a duet.

His discipline, his strategic mind, his fierce devotion to order and stability links us. But beneath that, a river of emotion runs deep and swift. Love. Devotion. A fierce protectiveness for his pack.

“Mine.” His tongue soothes the sting of the new Mark. “Ours.”

The dual bonds pulse inside me, Blake and Nathaniel intertwined in my consciousness. Two distinct presences, complementary rather than competing. My body vibrates with the new connection, hyper-aware of both Alphas even as my Heat builds again.

Nathaniel holds me through the aftershocks, his hands steady even as his breath comes in ragged pants. We stay locked together, his knot filling me as Dominic continues to stroke my hair, my face, the curve of my shoulder.

Gradually, Nathaniel’s knot subsides, and as he withdraws, I whimper at the loss. The emptiness of my body leaves me bereft, despite the dual bonds singing inside me.

“Shhh,” Dominic soothes, taking me from Nathaniel’s arms and pulling me down on top of him to straddle his hips.

His hands are less patient, gripping my hips with an urgency that sends my pulse racing.

Unlike Nathaniel’s measured pace, Dominic enters me in one swift thrust that punches the air from my lungs. His cock is thicker than the others, broadest at the base. He gives me no time to adjust before setting a relentless rhythm that has me clutching at his shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my hips hard enough to leave marks. “Been dreaming about this since we were teenagers.”

His words send shivers down my spine, and my inner walls clench around him in response. The dual bonds of Blake and Nathaniel pulse in time with my racing heart, each one vibrating with echoes of Dominic’s pleasure.

“Don’t hold back.” My hips rock to meet his thrusts. “I need you.”

A groan tears from his throat, and his pace increases, each stroke hitting deep enough to border on pain. But my Heat-drunk body welcomes it, craves it, transforms it into pleasure so intense it blurs the edges of my vision.

Dominic’s hand snakes between our bodies to massage my clit with sure strokes synchronized with his thrusts. The double stimulation builds my pleasure, pressure coiling tight at the base of my spine.

“Come for me,” he commands. “Now.”

My body obeys, contracting around him as pleasure crashes through me in a tidal wave. I scream, the sound torn from me as every muscle seizes in ecstasy.

Dominic follows me over, his cock pulsing as his knot expands, locking us together.

His teeth find the unmarked side of my throat, sinking deep enough to break skin. The claiming bite sends another orgasm ripping through me, this one centered on the point where his teeth meet my flesh.

His bond forms with staggering intensity, a bright flare that whites out my vision before it settles into harmony with the others. Where Blake’s bond brings strength and protection and Nathaniel’s structure and stability, Dominic’s resonates with passion and creativity.

Three distinct frequencies humming inside me, creating a chord that feels nearly complete. One more note reaches for the crescendo.

As his knot locks us together, Dominic gathers me to his chest, gently kissing the mark he left. “Finally, you’re mine.”

Dominic holds me tight as his knot keeps us joined, and through half-lidded eyes, I see Blake watching us, satisfaction and hunger warring in his expression. Nathaniel sprawls next to him, the two Alphas passing a bottle of water between them.

“Rest.” Dominic strokes my hair back from my sweat-slicked face. “Save your strength. We’re not done claiming you yet.”

My body shivers in anticipation, the Heat in my veins banked but nowhere near extinguished. One more Alpha waits to claim me.

One more bond to complete our circle.

The sound of the bedroom door opening draws my attention from Dominic’s heartbeat beneath my cheek.

I lift my head, still hazy with pleasure, to find Holden frozen in the doorway. His arms cradle a basket of sandwiches, but his focus fixes on me, naked and flushed, marked with three bites, still joined to Dominic.

The scent of Heat and sex hangs thick in the air, and Holden’s nostrils flare as he takes it in, pupils expanding to nearly black out his hazel irises.

A sound escapes him, caught between a growl and a whimper. The basket in his arms trembles, his grip slackening.

I lick my lips as the vanilla cake sweetness of him reaches me. “Holden.”

He steps into the room, movements jerky as if fighting his own instincts. The door clicks shut behind him, and he sets his supplies on the floor with a careful precision that belies the tremor in his hands.

“You need to eat,” he rasps, throat thick with the desire he holds back to ensure my needs are met first.

Dominic’s knot has begun to recede, and he shifts, nuzzling his Mark before he looks at his bondmate. “Perfect timing. Our Omega needs her fourth Alpha.”

My skin prickles with anticipation as Holden pulls his shirt over his head, revealing muscular shoulders and arms and his soft stomach .

Drool floods my mouth as he continues to undress, folding each garment before setting it aside, even as his cock stands hard and ready between his thighs.

Dominic eases free from my body with a groan, his hands steadying my hips as I whimper at the loss. The emptiness feels wrong after being so full, and my Heat surges in response, sending a fresh wave of slick down my thighs.

“She’ll need to hydrate.” Dominic passes me into Holden’s waiting arms. “Her temperature’s running high.”

Holden catches me, his touch reverent as he cradles me to his chest. “I’ve got her.”

I nuzzle his chest. “Mmm, Alpha.”

He takes the water bottle Blake offers, uncapping it with a practiced flick of his thumb. “Drink for me, sugar.”

I obey, letting him hold the bottle to my lips, cool water soothing my parched throat.

When I’ve drunk my fill, Holden sets the bottle aside and kisses me, his mouth tasting of vanilla and sugar. The kiss is soft at first, exploring rather than demanding, but it deepens as my pheromones wrap around him.

“You smell like pack,” he murmurs against my lips .

His hands map my body with gentle thoroughness, finding places the others missed. The soft skin behind my ear. The dip at the small of my back. The ticklish spot along my ribs. Each touch leaves trails of goose bumps despite the fever of my Heat.

I reach for his cock. “I need you.”

He catches my wrist, brings my palm to his mouth, and kisses the center. “Not yet. Let me take care of you first.”

Before I can protest, he lays me back in the nest and settles between my thighs. His breath ghosts over my swollen flesh, and I shiver with anticipation. When his mouth closes over me, uncaring of the mingled fluids left by his bondmates, my hips buck off the blanket-covered floor.

His tongue circles my clit, gentle at first, then firmer as he gauges my reactions.

The pleasure builds differently than with the others, not a crashing wave but a slow tide rising toward shore.

His hands grip my thighs, thumbs pressing into the creases where leg meets hip, holding me open to his exploration.

“You taste like pack, too,” he groans into my swollen folds.

Moaning, I thread my fingers through his golden curls, tugging him closer as my hips roll against his mouth.

He responds by sucking my clit between his lips, the pressure sending sparks skittering along my nerve endings.

One finger slides inside me, then two, curling to find the spot that blurs my vision.

The paired sensations of his mouth and hands push me toward another climax, this one building slower but no less powerful.

When it breaks, I cry his name, arching off the floor. Holden doesn’t stop, working me through every aftershock until I melt into the nest.

He rises over me, lips shiny with my slick, eyes bright with hunger. “Now I want your mouth.”

The command surprises me, so different from his usual gentle demeanor, but my body responds, throat relaxing as he guides his cock between my lips. The taste of salt and musk floods my senses as he feeds me inch by inch.

“That’s it.” One hand cradles the back of my head. “Take me deeper.”

I suck around him, tonguing the underside of his shaft as he slides deeper. His fingers tangle in my hair, not forcing but guiding, setting a pace that lets me breathe between strokes.

While my mouth works on Holden, Dominic’s hands slide over my thighs, spreading them apart. His fingers trace my entrance, gathering slick before thrusting inside, preparing me for what’s to come. The dual stimulation makes me moan around Holden’s cock.

“Enough.” Holden withdraws from my mouth with visible reluctance. “I need to claim.”

He moves down my body, settling between my thighs where Dominic’s fingers have left me wet and ready. His cock nudges my entrance, the pressure a sweet ache after so much preparation.

“Alpha.” I tilt my hips to take him.

He pushes inside with steady pressure, filling me before pausing to let me adjust. His mouth hovers over mine, our gasps filling each other’s lungs.

His hips start to move, setting a rhythm that’s neither as measured as Nathaniel’s nor as frantic as Dominic’s. Each thrust is designed to hit exactly where I need it most. His hands cradle my face, thumbs wiping away tears I hadn’t realized were falling.

“You’re so beautiful.” His eyes never leave mine. “So perfect for us.”

The praise washes over me, warming me from the inside out. My hands roam his back, his muscles rippling beneath smooth skin as he moves within me .

His knot swells faster than the others, catching at my entrance with each thrust. The stretch burns in the best way, my body eager to take all of him, to complete our circle.

“Please,” I beg, tilting my head back. “Mark me, Alpha. Make me yours.”

Holden’s control breaks at my words. His hips slam forward one final time, knot pushing past resistance to lock inside me. His teeth find my throat, biting down opposite Dominic’s Mark with enough force to break skin but not enough to hurt.

The fourth bond blooms inside me, different from the others yet harmonizing, flooding me with a sense of nurturing warmth. His presence fills the spaces between the others, binding us all together in perfect balance.

As his cock pulses inside me, filling me with his seed, the bonds resonate with one another, a symphony of connections that transcends physical pleasure. Four bonds, four Alphas, one complete circle.

Holden licks the Mark he left, his tongue soothing the sting. “Now, you’re true pack. No one can ever take you from us.”

I cradle his head to my chest, his weight anchoring me to this moment, to this place, to these men who have claimed me as their own .

The emptiness I carried for so long, the hole left by rejection and abandonment, fills for the first time in my life.

Through half-lidded eyes, I see my other Alphas gathered around us, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and lingering hunger. Blake’s hand rests on Holden’s shoulder, Nathaniel’s fingers brush my hair from my face, and Dominic’s palm cups my knee.

Connected.

Claimed.

Complete.