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twenty-eight

VIC

H enry and I have been tending to Josie for a full two days now, and while I never want to leave this nest, I want to ease the hurt that I can see on her face in the calm moments.

She knows she’s missing two of her Alphas, even deep into her heat haze.

When we rest, she emits a quiet whine, like she can’t quite settle without them.

Looking at Simon’s face on the first night, I realized she must have told Simon about the bonding request from Henry and me.

Henry took responsibility for it. Still, it slipped my mind to include him even though we live together, and it makes me wonder if I should have taken more responsibility for it.

My Omega stirs, and I banish those thoughts, needing to focus solely on her. I haven’t given her my bite yet, but I think it’s time. I’ve been waiting until closer to the end of her heat so I don’t get too lost in feeling her.

Josie’s hand softly lands on my cock, stroking it gently to life.

Honestly, it doesn’t take much with the pheromones we’re all pouring into the room.

I may not have an Alpha’s stamina or rebound period, but I can hold my own well enough.

I hum in appreciation of her strokes. The feel of her body fitting between my legs is perfect, and I wonder briefly if we could live in this position.

“Do you need my cock, Josie Girl?” I ask her softly, brushing her hair off her neck.

She gently whines and nods her head. So, I put my hands behind my head and gesture with my head down to the hard shaft between my legs.

“Get to it, baby. Show me how good you swallow me down.”

I was nervous to dirty talk her in this environment since it can be completely different for an Omega, but Josie still loves the dirty talk. She can’t come without it, apparently. I’m happy to deliver for her.

Her hot mouth seals around me, and she slowly takes me down into her throat. The feeling of her soft, wet mouth will never get old.

“Omega, fuck, you’re so fucking good at that. Look at you, swallowing your Beta’s cock like such a good girl.”

Josie moans with delight, bobbing faster up and down, driving my pleasure higher and higher.

I know she loves when we spill our cum in her mouth, but this round it’s time for us to bond.

The idea of bonding brings me close to the edge, and I know if we don’t stop, I’ll miss my plan to mate her.

My hand reaches out to stop her, and I gently pull her off me.

“I need you to ride me now, I want to see those pretty tits bouncing,” I say through gritted teeth.

Her perfume explodes, and she scrambles on top, where she gently guides me to her, lining us up perfectly.

She’s poised to take her time, but I’m not having any of that.

My hands whip out to her hips, and I hold on tight as I pull her down, and my hips surge up.

Buried to the hilt on the first thrust causes me to go cross-eyed with pleasure.

“Fuck, Josie Girl, you’re so fucking perfect. Show me how you take your pleasure. Give it to me.”

She emits another needy whine and I move one hand to her clit, rubbing vigorous circles.

Her walls start to tighten, and I hear the change in her breathing as she continues to rock and bounce on top of me.

We’re both so close to the edge that it’s not going to be long.

That’s not the point this time, though, so I’m happy to go quickly.

I want her presence in my chest, to feel her all the time.

Right as I feel her clamp down, I surge up, pulling her closer to me and bury my teeth on the side of her neck, right above Henry’s mark.

A muffled groan of pleasure escapes me as I taste the tang of her blood, and I can hear her screaming out her pleasure. I pull back from her neck, giving the bite a few licks to help it seal. My girl pushes me down and hovers over top, her hair curtaining around us.

“My turn,” she says with a smile.

Her teeth sink into my neck, right where I bit on hers.

She did the same with Henry, like she wants to mirror our individual bites.

Awareness of her explodes inside of me, and I can feel the waves of love we each have reverberating between us.

Henry moves closer while we bond and holds out his hand.

“Pack?” he asks.

I grab his hand and bite down on his forearm, just past his wrist. Henry’s awareness rolls in gently, a steady and protective presence that feels like he’ll always hold us.

Licking the bite once, I hold my own arm out for him to bite wherever he wants to.

He smiles and picks the same spot, mirroring us like Josie did.

His eyes close, and he gives the bite a single lick as well.

“Pack,” I say as we all lie together in a pile of love and exhaustion.