Page 50 of Pucking With My Head (Pucking Pregnant #4)

Beth

T he guys all looked at me like I had grown a third head.

“What?” I growled, picking up another pillow and throwing it. Cushion carnage was a good way to work out some of the anger coursing through my system, but fucking would also work nicely.

“Bonding?” Jensen asked.

I huffed. “You guys said you were all in. You could file a lawsuit to end all lawsuits, or we could nip this in the bud right now by biting one another.”

“Didn’t we say?—”

“That we would wait until after I gave birth? Jensen and I have both looked into it. The risks of bonding while pregnant are minimal, aren’t they?” I asked, looking pointedly at Jensen.

He nodded. “There’s hardly any risk. Sometimes the bond can take longer to take hold, and they recommend avoiding it in your third trimester because all the orgasms can potentially cause early labor, but even that risk is small.”

“And if the bond isn’t that strong, we can just bite each other again once I’ve given birth!” I exclaimed.

“Are you saying this because you want it or because you just don’t want to go back to Nebraska?” Gideon asked. “As much as I want you tied to us in every way possible, I don’t want to do it if you’re not sure.”

I shot him an exasperated look. “I told you I was sure when we had the conversation about Joey’s egg donor.”

I wanted their bites more than anything, I had been dreaming about it since the last time we had discussed it. They would belong to me and I would belong to them.

“This isn’t exactly the most romantic way to bond.” Jensen frowned as I padded over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, rubbing my face in his chest, coating him in my scent and also getting some of his crisp salty scent on myself.

“It’s to protect our little family,” I said, looking up at him with a grin.

“Last chance to back out,” Cullen said, his gaze hungry, desperate. It was clearly taking great restraint to hold himself back.

I didn’t want restraint.

I wanted knots and bites.

Beaming at him, I met his gaze. “The only place I’m going is into that nest to get fucked within an inch of my life.”

For a second, we all looked at one another. Those quick glances of confirmation were all we needed, and then it was like a rubber band snapped and we all moved at once.

Jensen scooped me up, striding over to the nest and lightly tossing me onto it. It was already a mess, thanks to my little rampage, but now I had a much better way to work out my anger.

Sex.

Quick, hot, dirty sex.

“I wish we could take our time with you,” he said as he climbed onto the nest. I darted up, pouncing so I was on top of him.

A giggle escaped my chest. “Blame our first child.”

Jensen’s eyes lit up at my words.

“Luckily, we love her,” Cullen muttered as he and Gideon joined us on the nest.

Everything smelled perfect. All their scents together—they just worked. They were all so different, but together, they curled my toes. Salt air from Jensen, the smoky bourbon of Cullen, and the blackcurrant, bookish scent of Gideon.

My pack.

“You’re much too dressed,” I muttered, pulling at Jensen’s sweatpants. He beamed up at me as I straddled him, his clothed cock in the perfect place to make some delicious friction against my clit.

“I could say the same thing about you,” he said as I leaned down to kiss him. His taste was fresh, crisp, and clear. It was invigorating.

I wanted to taste him everywhere.

My hands tugged at his shirt, and Jensen, ever the gentleman, assisted me in getting his clothing off. Every inch of my skin was starting to burn, and I needed to feel him pressed against me.

The bed dipped behind me, and a new set of hands settled on my waist.

“I think it only fair that you get undressed too,” Cullen muttered in my ear.

My mind was overwhelmed simply from having the two of them near me, so all I could do was nod. Cullen had my shirt off in one swift movement, humming appreciatively when he saw my braless state.

“No bra?” Cullen asked as he gently cupped my breasts.

“They’re sore. Bras are the devil,” I muttered.

Jensen chuckled. “Then I guess Cullen needs to be gentle with them.”

As he spoke, Cullen gently started brushing his fingers against my nipples, sending sparks through my veins.

Despite having me sitting on top of him, Jensen somehow managed to maneuver until all his clothing was off. I still had my shorts on but paused to appreciate the sight of a very naked Jensen under me.

“Your turn,” he said, grasping at the waistband of my shorts.

Between the two alphas holding me, they managed to remove my shorts in record time and had me sitting in Jensen’s lap once again.

Cullen’s fingers found my folds, and he hummed appreciatively. “Looks like someone is more than ready,” he muttered as he started lightly rubbing my clit.

“Someone hurry up and fuck me already,” I whined.

The combinations of hormones and having three hot-as-fuck alphas in the room with me had me ready to go so darn fast, it was amazing.

The two of them moved me so I was lined up with Jensen’s cock. I didn’t want to take it slow or wait; I wanted to be filled. So I sank right down on him, reveling in his groan of delight.

“Fuck, still fucking perfect,” Jensen muttered, throwing his head back as his hands tightened on my hips.

Cullen, on the other hand, lightly pinched my nipples at the same moment he nipped my neck. “Naughty omega,” he chided.

“Worth it,” I muttered as I started moving my hips.

Even though I wasn’t huge yet, I still had a considerable bump, so being on top was ideal. Also, it turned out, I quite liked being able to control the pace.

He filled me just right, my walls stretching around him just enough for that delicious burn that ramped up my pleasure but at the same time didn’t hurt. Thanks to the angle I was at, he bumped against my cervix with each thrust.

For some reason, I had imagined that would be painful.

Nope. It just made me even more frantic and needy.

“Bite?” I whined, looking down at Jensen, his face clouded with pleasure.

“Just as soon as you come, sweet girl,” he said, while Cullen rubbed my clit even faster.

My legs trembled around Jensen’s hips, and I knew it was only going to be a matter of seconds before I came. It was overwhelming in the best way, and I only had two of my alphas touching me.

Each bounce threw me closer and closer to the edge, my toes curling as I panted desperately. Jensen wasn’t faring much better; his cock was starting to throb with his imminent release, and he was gazing at me like a starving man.

The scent of salted apple, our two scents combined, was a heady mix.

Knowing that Gideon was sitting to the side, watching us, waiting for his turn, only excited me further.

Right as the moment hit, I lunged forward, breaking out of Cullen’s grasp. My mouth found Jensen’s neck, and I bit down.

Hard.

Probably a lot harder than I should have, judging by Jensen’s groan, but his knot inflated almost instantly, stretching me impossibly full and making my own release last a scary long time.

When his teeth sank into my shoulder, and we both bit each other, it was game over.

I had read plenty of books about bonding and heard about it from my friends, but experiencing it was something entirely different. It’s hard to explain how your very being changes. Before, there was just you in your chest, but afterward, there was you and the alpha you bit.

Jensen was now a part of me, and nothing was going to change that.

After a few moments, we extracted our teeth and grinned gleefully at each other.

Locked on his knot, which I suspected wasn’t going down anytime soon, I was content to snuggle him while my walls fluttered with aftershocks from such an intense orgasm.

“Hello, mate,” Jensen panted.

“Hello, mate,” I parroted. “Mine.”