Page 45 of Unbonded (Pack’s Companion #3)

I’d laugh at his bossy tone if Kate wasn’t already sliding my way.

I think she’s forgotten she’s naked, rising from the rumpled bedsheets like Venus from her clam shell.

It’s the first time I’ve seen her naked, and my breath stutters out of my body as she stops in front of me.

“I know you don’t need any help,” she says under her breath as she takes my tie from my hands, “but I think it’s just best we play along, don’t you? ”

There’s a twinkle in her soft gray eyes, but I’m already shaking my head. ”I don’t want to play,” I say in a voice that doesn’t sound like my own. At the surprise on her face, I hurry to amend, “That is, I don’t want to pretend . I want you to see who I am, beneath the layers.”

I know it’s an awkward thing to say, but she just gives an understanding nod, her gaze fixing on my throat as she slips my top button from its mooring. “Then we should definitely take this off.”

As her practiced fingers relieve me of my shirt, I find myself watching the movement of her breasts.

They’re full and round, the peaks crowned by nipples as alluring as pink diamonds.

“You’re so beautiful.” I feel like an adolescent as I ogle her, but I’m certain I’ve never seen anything as mouthwatering in my life. “Are you as soft as you look?”

Instead of replying, she takes one of my hands and presses it to her left breast. Her skin is warm, her nipple a tight bud against my palm. It’s not the first one I’ve touched, but it’s the only one I’ve ever wanted to see wearing my bite mark.

I drop my gaze to the tooth buried in her pillowy lip.

I’m certain the majority of the bites on Dash’s body come from that sweet mouth, and I swallow hard as she leans into me, her scent rising around us in a heady mist. Her hands are on my zipper, and I fight a growl as she inches it down, careful not to touch me.

“Kate, I just want to warn you. I’m not as… docile during sex as you might think.”

Her hands pause an inch from my straining erection. “You’re worried you’ll go into rut?”

“No. My ruts are mild.” A couple of blockers and a bottle of single malt usually does the trick – along with Bram’s comforting presence, of course. “I just want you to be aware that I’m more… demonstrative in bed than out of it.”

Hmm. Not exactly an erotic description, but Kate’s eyes light up like polished jewels.

“I don’t mind that. In fact, I liked what we did on the video call the other night.

” Her scent thickens, and I’m certain I can see the pulse thrumming in her neck.

“I like when you tell us what to do, Corbus. It’s exciting, and I guess I just want to feel wanted. ”

Ah. Something we have in common, probably more than she knows.

“You are exactly what I want,” I reply, not even realizing I’ve slipped into Flemish until she gives me a curious look. I repeat it again in English, pulling her against me so she can feel how much. “I may not always show it the way I should, but don’t doubt my feelings for you.”

A groan sounds behind us, and I look over her shoulder as a naked Bram carries Dash to the bed.

It’s a stunning sight, and I catch Lachlan watching them with wide eyes, perhaps seeing his first uber alpha in all his glory.

A wave of arousal follows in their wake, and Kate melts against me, her eyes shining with need.

I cup her cheek, feeling the more dominant part of me rise to the surface as I brush my thumb over her swollen lip. “You’ll watch me while I claim him?”

She shudders, her mouth parting so I can gently stroke the tip of her tongue. When she pulls back, my groin throbs as I scent fresh slick in the air. “Yes,” she says in a needy voice. “I don’t think I’ll be able to take my eyes off of you.”

A purr hums deep in my chest, but she’s already drawing me to the nest. She climbs onto it, her sex winking between her thighs as she crawls back to her place between her spoons.

Only now one of them is on his back, and Bram is kissing his way down Dash’s pliant body.

I watch as Lachlan wraps Kate in his arms, his hand cupping her mound as she sinks back against his groin.

When she gives a needy wiggle, his shudder is like a seismic shift under his skin, and I bite back a groan.

Whatever happens between us, I want to see more of that .

But right now, my focus is on the omega writhing on the sheets.

As I stretch at his side, Dash’s eyes are midnight black, his mouth slack, and his muscles trembling.

Undressing Bram has pushed him to the peak of his heat, or maybe it’s the fact that an uber is sucking on his cock.

“Do you know how long we’ve wanted this, mijn liefje ?

” I kiss his cheeks, his temple, and his lashes are like silk on my lips as they touch each lid.

“We worshipped you from afar long before we ever touched you.”

Maria was the one who signed Paragon up as a primary sponsor of his ballet company.

I’d never heard the name Dash Devereux, but the first night we saw him on stage, both Bram and I were bespelled.

The ballet season suddenly became the highlight of our calendar, and we spent many evenings plotting the best way to snare the attention of one of the most sought-after – and elusive – omegas in the city.

And now he’s ours.

I catch Bram’s gaze as he swallows down Dash’s release.

His pleasure is written all over his face, but there’s not even a hint of eyeshine.

He’s as contained as always, although the monster between his thighs is throbbing with anticipation.

I palm my own erection as we crowd our omega, both tracing the lovebites dotting his skin.

“Such a beautiful, alluring creature,” I say in Flemish, since I’ve taught Dash to recognize a few of my more lyrical compliments.

I press a purplish bruise near his heart, certain I can smell orange-tinted sunshine clinging to my thumb.

“You are so adored, my love. Look at how our packmates have marked you up.”

Dash squirms under my touch and reaches for my cock, but I nudge his hand towards Bram.

“You’re going to take our pack alpha first.” Bram’s head snaps up, his shock wiping the lust from his face.

I give him my blandest look, because while our hierarchy isn’t something he likes to acknowledge, he’s clearly the leader of our pack.

“Claim him, mijn broer . I will watch and learn.”

“As if you need any instruction…” Bram mutters, but I can see him filing the topic of pack leadership away to argue about later.

Dash seems only too eager to follow my suggestion, wrapping his long, muscular legs around Bram’s hips.

I watch a shudder work its way down his spine as he opens Dash up, his heat-honeyed scent rising between us like a siren’s call. “Stay close, brother.”

“Always.” I stretch out again, close enough to tease Dash’s pretty cock as Bram lines up at his entrance.

Our omega is a vision of quivering muscles and slick skin, his hand snaking out to grab Kate’s as Bram sinks into his body.

The stretch bows his back, and I suppose I could have gone first to smooth the way, but the beast in me likes to see him stuffed full and straining.

“How does that feel, Omega? Writhing on your uber’s cock like a butterfly under a pin. ”

Bram cock a brow at that, and I catch my scent matches watching me with wide eyes. “Too much?” I wonder aloud.

“Don’t you fucking think it,” Dash snarls, pulling me down for a violent, messy kiss.

A distraction from the pain, perhaps, now Bram is shuttling inside him, his thrusts hard enough to rock the very large bed.

I tweak Dash’s nipples until he’s whining into my mouth, then move my attention back to his cock.

It’s leaking all over the rigid grooves of his belly and it’s clear it’s not going to take either of them long to reach their climax.

“Open wider for him, Omega.” I stroke Dash’s sweet opening, and Bram’s groan makes the hair on my nape prickle. His prodigious knot, as wide as my palm, is notched tight against Dash’s rim. “Let him in, mijn liefje. Let your alpha claim you.”

Dash seems to melt into the bedding, and Bram suddenly surges forward, his knot wedged deep. Satisfaction rolls through me at their joining, and I murmur in Dash’s ear, “You were made for this, Omega. Offer your pretty throat to your alpha.”

Dash cries out, his release exploding in my hand as Bram lurches forward and sinks his teeth into his neck.

I can feel their mutual shudders through the flesh I’m still clutching, but I can’t resist a glance at Kate.

Dash is mesmerizing, and deserves all of my attention, but I can feel her eyes on me, so hungry I want to leap across the bed and consume her.

Control, Corbus. I have to respect her request for more time. And while our connection might throb with my every heartbeat, it’s still fragile - even my clueless brain knows that much.

When I look back, Dash is rocking on Bram’s lap, a blissful look on his face.

Bram’s knot is still buried deep, but he’s gently tending to his bite, which is large enough to cover half of Dash’s throat.

I note with amusement that it perfectly encircles one of Kate’s dainty lovebites, and I’m not surprised by the loud purrs rattling from Bram’s chest. I ease back to give them room, but Dash’s hand lashes out like a striking snake.

The moments after a bonding bite are supposed to be tranquil, harmonious ones, but Dash is gripping me hard enough to bruise.

“I want you now, Corbus. While Bram is still inside me.”

I blink, wondering if I’ve misheard. “Now?”

Bram’s purr kicks up a notch and he strokes his back in soothing circles. “That’s the hormones talking, sweetheart. You don’t need to stretch yourself any more than you already are.”

Which must be close to his limit, for uber knots are not for the fainthearted.

“Yes, it is the hormones,” Dash argues, frowning up at his new mate, “but it’s also the bond. You’re the only alphas I ever want, and I want you together.” He looks at me from his lust-glazed eyes. “Is that okay, or would you feel short-changed if you have to share?”

Bram catches my eye, his smirk ironic. While touch and connection are difficult for me, it’s as natural as breathing when it comes to Bram. “Oh, I’m good at sharing, my love, but I don’t want to hurt you. One of us is a lot, but two? Are you sure you can manage?”

Dash lifts his nose – somehow haughty despite the fat knot he’s perched on. “I’ve been training for a scene like this my whole life.”

A laugh bubbles out of me, and while my bossy little dancer tilts his nose even higher, I press a hand against his shoulder blades. “Then let us dance our pas de trois, mijn liefje, so I can claim you, too.”

He makes a happy sound now that he’s got his way, and I arrange them both on the bed; Bram flat on his back and Dash spread over his hips. “Remember,” I warn him as I skim my fingers over his stretched opening, “uber knots don’t soften. You’ll be stuffed full and have nothing to spare.”

“God, are you trying to win an award for dirty talk?” He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me down for a desperate kiss. “Just get inside me, will you? I feel like I’m going to explode.”

I catch Bram’s eye, and he gives me a cautious nod as I take up position behind Dash.

I’ve made love to my sweet omega in every position possible, but there is something deeply satisfying when I share his body with Bram.

Co-dependent, maybe, given how much I rely upon him, but our bond is undeniable, and I shudder as I rest my hands on his thick thighs.

Bram is everything to me – wisdom, calm, kindness, and a steadiness that never wavers.

I trust him with my life, and now I get to claim a piece of his soul right along with our omega.

“Flatten your back, my love,” I tell Dash as I press my tip against Bram’s thick base.

He responds with a needy whimper, that perfect omega arch subsiding as Bram wraps him in his strong arms. I press forward carefully, watching for any sign of pain.

There’s enough slick to coat my way, but it’s a tight squeeze, and Bram grunts as my head pops past Dash’s rim.

“I’m in,” I croon, stroking the quivering muscles along his spine.

“You’re taking us both, sweet omega. What a perfect, loving mate. ”

I say more, a garbled mix of compliments in multiple languages, but I don’t think any of us are listening.

I may not have the girth of an uber alpha, but it’s stretching Dash’s channel to its limits, and my mind is growing fuzzy with lust. I push forward, inch by agonizing inch, while Dash whines into Bram’s chest.

Despite Dash’s pleas to go harder, deeper, to fill him up all the way, I get to a point where I can’t move.

I’m not surprised – the pressure is more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced.

Bram’s purrs are so strong, I can feel them vibrating through my cock, but even an uber knot has to obey the laws of physics.

“My love, I think I’ve gone as far…”

My voice fades away as I look at Bram in shock.

His knot has definitely softened, providing just enough room for mine to fill the remaining space.

I can’t get my knot all the way in, but it’s there , deep enough to feel Dash’s heartbeat.

I don’t know how Bram’s done it, but my throat clenches as he gives me a small smile.

“Claim him, mijn broer,” he murmurs, lifting Dash from his chest so I can reach his throat. “Bond with us, brother.”

I nod, reaching for Dash as he strains towards me, pupils blown and mouth quivering. The stretch must be pushing him to the very edge of pain, but he gives me a lopsided, wobbly grin. “Told you I could do it. Stretch goals, remember?”

Kate makes a soft sound from beside us, but I keep my focus on Dash’s bliss-smeared face. “I love you, Omega. You are my heart, my joy, my future. If you’ll accept me, I will be the best mate I can be.”

“You’re perfect, Alpha. Just bite me already.”

I smile at his strained command, but his eyes cling to mine as I palm his throat, finding the perfect place on his neck.

His scent swirls around me, sweet and spicy, and my teeth throb as they sink into his supple flesh.

I taste him – rich, and delicious, and mine – and then our bond bursts in my chest, as warm and welcoming as a roaring fire in an ice castle.