Page 128 of In Doubt

“Someone once said to me that time was irrelevant. Sometimes the bond is so strong you know.”

“Giorgie–”

“I’m meant to be your pack omega. It’s going to happen. Why waste another minute? Haven’t we wasted enough?” She smiles, circling her hips and making me groan. “It’s fated. Written in those stars.” She glances up at the glittering sky. “I’m not afraid. Claim our destiny. Make me yours.”

I can’t argue with that. With this bright, intelligent woman in my arms who wants to be ours.

I grip her waist and thrust up into her, growling as I swipe my tongue over her gland. Her whole body shakes with the pound of her heart beat, a rhythm my own will follow forever more.

“Do it,” Aiden whispers through the darkness and I rest the edges of my teeth against the skin of her gland, feeling how fragile it is.

I pound into her again and again, gripping her tight to me until she’s coming, until I’m coming. And then as my knot expands, binding her to me, I rip my teeth through her skin. She screams, wriggling in my arms for a moment against the pain, and then she goes limp, melting into the warmth that spreads through us both, gasping with me as something heavy and permanent locks into place deep in the very centre of us both.

Our bond.

Her blood and her sweet taste flow into my mouth, but I don’t remove my teeth. I want to stay like this, buried in her neck, buried in her cunt, til the end of my days. But the others are circling us, their chests rumbling with deep growls. I know I have to give her up, to share her with my brothers. It’s the way of the pack.

Reluctantly, I withdraw my teeth, lapping at the fresh wound I’ve made in her skin as I do and Aiden joins me, licking at it too.

She whimpers and I rock back, my arm still encasing her waist, giving him space.

He runs kisses up and down her throat, making her shiver, and then he’s back at her gland, hands cupping her jaw. His bite is more gentle than mine, sinking his teeth in slowly, but she still screams and I feel the pain of his bite through our bond. Pain that melts into a pleasure less than a second later.

“Omega, my little Geek,” he murmurs against her skin, kissing his bite mark before giving up his place to Levi.

Levi kneels down before her parted thighs, and he rubs at her clit, eyes locked on hers, watching her face as he brings her to orgasm. When she’s bucking against his fingers, twitching around my cock, he leans forward and she tilts her head, inviting him in. His bite is hard, brutal, and he snarls as his teeth sink deep into her neck. The pain is blinding but the ecstasy that follows all the more sweet.

Dylan hovers over Levi, hands on his shoulder. He kisses Giorgie with Levi’s teeth still in her neck.

“I think this could be my most favourite of all the games to play, Omega.”

“Mine too, Alpha,” she says, her eyes shining wet with tears.

Levi rocks back, licking the omega’s blood from his lips and kisses Dylan. “Our omega tastes so sweet,” he tells him and Dylan leans down, biting her too, her neck a criss-cross of ripped flesh.

It will heal. It will heal but our bites will never fade. Always there. Declaring to the world that this omega is claimed, is ours.

I lean into the freshly created bond between us, this pulsating line that connects us, and realise it isn’t a line at all. It’s a web. Weaving between us all, holding us together as a pack.

I laugh. We were worried an omega would blow our new pack apart. What fools we were.

Our omega is what will bind us together. Now. Always. Forever.

34

Five years later

Aiden

Sunday mornings are my favourite.

When the light is hazy, the air heavy with our scents and the bed full of our bodies.

There’s no rush, nowhere else to be, no reason for the six of us to part. Maybe later we’ll wander along to one of the restaurants Dylan and I own and run together, enjoy a pack meal but for now there is no need to move.

The omega lies curled up against me and we’re the only ones awake. Levi passed out straight after his match like he always does and no doubt will remain that way for the next sixteen hours. Giorgie still hates coming to watch, closing her eyes and wincing every time Levi makes a tackle, but she knows he wants her there, so she is.

Jake and Dylan are sleeping too, curled protectively around Luca, our son, who dozes in the centre of our giant bed.