Page 55

Callum builds her pleasure with the same focused intensity he brings to his craftsmanship, each movement calculated to drive her higher while his own need builds toward claiming. I can see his knot beginning to swell, preparing to lock them together, and the sight makes my own cock ache with need.

"Your knot is so big," she gasps, her hands gripping his shoulders as she feels him expanding inside her. "Callum, I can barely take it. It feels incredible."

"Good," he growls, his voice rough with possession. "Want you to feel me for days. Want you to remember exactly who claimed you."

The raw possessiveness in his voice makes her moan with need, her hips rolling to take him deeper despite the increasingly tight fit as his knot swells.

The sight of her body stretching to accommodate him, welcoming the fullness even as it becomes almost too much, is the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed.

When she comes apart beneath him with a broken scream, he bites down hard and sure, marking her with the same determination he brings to everything he cares about. His knot locks them together as his teeth claim her completely while his release fills her.

The second claiming bite sits beside Dean's on her throat, and the combined scent of her bonding with both of them makes the air in the room thick enough to taste. Rich and complex and utterly intoxicating, calling to every alpha instinct I have.

By the time it's my turn, she's floating on a sea of endorphins and bonding hormones and the deep satisfaction that comes from being claimed by people she loves. Two claiming bites mark her throat now, already healing but tender and unmistakably present.

But I can see in her eyes that she wants more. Wants my mark to complete the picture of what we're building together.

"Last but not least," she says softly, reaching for me with unsteady hands.

I approach claiming with the same analytical intensity I bring to everything that matters, but enhanced by the overwhelming need to add my mark to the collection she's already wearing.

My hands map her body with scientific precision, cataloging every spot that makes her gasp, building her arousal with methodical attention until she's incoherent with need.

This is different from Dean's gentle claiming or Callum's possessive marking. This is thorough. Complete. The kind of claiming that leaves no doubt about belonging.

"Please," she sobs when I've brought her to the edge and pulled her back three times, her body trembling with the kind of desperate need that makes claiming inevitable. "Julian, please claim me. I need your knot. Need your bite."

"Where?" I ask, my voice rough with my own barely contained need.

She guides my head to the space just below her ear, the final spot that will complete the triangle of claiming bites around her throat. "Here. Make me completely yours."

When I finally push inside her, she's impossibly tight despite being thoroughly claimed by two alphas already. The sensation is indescribable, hot and slick and perfect, her body welcoming me even as it grips me like a vice.

"So tight," I groan, fighting for control as her heat surrounds me. "Even after taking two knots, you're still so perfect for me."

"Only for you," she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair. "All three of you. Made to take your knots, made to wear your bites."

I begin to move then, each stroke designed to drive us both toward the claiming that will complete our bond. My knot starts to swell almost immediately, responding to her scent, to the sight of Dean and Callum's bites on her throat, to the overwhelming rightness of being inside her.

"Your knot," she breathes, her eyes wide with wonder as she feels me expanding.

The observation makes me groan with need. The way her body opens for me, accommodating my knot even. The way her scent spikes with arousal instead of discomfort, telling me that omega biology is perfectly designed for exactly this.

I bite down as she shatters around me, the sensation is indescribable. Not just the physical pleasure, though that's overwhelming, but the completion. The sense that every part of her now belongs exactly where it should, marked by the three alphas who love her completely.

"Perfect," I breathe against her throat, licking over the fresh mark with gentle reverence. "You're perfect, and you're ours."

"Forever," she agrees, her voice thick with emotion and satisfaction.

As we arrange ourselves around her in the aftermath, all of us touching her somehow, I take inventory of what we've created. Three claiming bites marking her as ours, the scent of bonded pack filling every corner of the room.

But there's something else. Something I wasn't expecting.

I can feel them. Dean's steady warmth, like coming home after a long day. Callum's fierce protectiveness, solid as the mountains around our valley. And underneath it all, Lila's love—overwhelming and bright and so pure it takes my breath away.

"I can feel you," she whispers in wonder, her hand moving to touch the fresh bite on her throat. "All of you. Inside me, like... like pieces of your souls are living in my heart now."

"The bond," Dean breathes, his own wonder evident as he stares at the fresh bite on her throat. "I can feel your love, Lila. It's like warmth spreading through my chest."

"And your protectiveness," she adds, looking at Callum with tears in her eyes. "Your need to keep me safe. It feels like being wrapped in the strongest arms."

Callum's gruff expression softens as he touches one of the bites on her throat. "Your joy," he says quietly. "I can feel how happy you are. Never felt anything like it."

"And Julian's devotion," she continues, turning to me with a smile that makes my chest tight. "Your love feels like... like coming home to someone who sees every part of you and treasures it all."

The connection is incredible. Not telepathy exactly, but something deeper. An emotional tether that lets us feel what matters most. Love, protection, joy, and the fundamental emotions that bind a pack together.

We're not just four people who love each other anymore. We're family in the most fundamental way possible, bound by biology and choice and something that feels almost magical.

"How do you feel?" I ask, my mind still needing confirmation, though I can literally feel her contentment flowing through the bond.

"Complete," she says simply, and through the claiming bites, I can feel exactly what she means. "Like I've found the missing pieces of myself I didn't even know I was looking for."