Page 63 of Unbonded (Pack’s Companion #3)
Whatever afterglow I’m feeling instantly reignites as I take in the sight of Corbus’ perfect cock. It looks even better than it did in the car, and my mouth waters as Dash runs a teasing finger over the swollen crown.
Corbus groans but catches his hand. “I came in here to pleasure you , mijn schatjes .”
“Believe me,” I tell him, watching a bead of precum form at his tip, “this is nothing but pleasure.”
Dash gives a sly chuckle and taking my hand, wraps it around the alpha’s thick erection. “I tell him the same thing all the time,” he muses, our hands sliding up and down the hot shaft. “It’s such a pretty cock, he really should crown it with a Janssen Jewel.”
My eyes widen, the thought of a sparkling diamond winking at me while I worship his cock makes my thighs tremble. “You’d like that?” Corbus asks, watching my face. “A piercing; perhaps here?”
He thumbs the broad crown, and I feel my mouth water. “Well, the best pleasure is the kind you share with others.”
Dash laughs again, but then tilts the alpha’s cock towards my face, humming, “Share and share alike.”
I moan and obediently swipe my tongue over the glistening head.
Corbus slaps a hand on the wall but doesn’t try to stop us as Dash and I practice our sharing skills.
I focus on the delicious tip, while Dash licks his way around the shaft, both meeting somewhere in the middle to tangle our tongues together in a hungry kiss.
We lick, suck, and slurp until Corbus is groaning in three languages, his back arching off the wall.
When he comes, we catch his release on our tongues, feeding it to each other until Corbus growls and sweeps us into his arms.
We giggle as he bundles us into towels, our feet barely touching the floor as he herds us towards the bedroom.
But instead of stopping at the bed, he leads us through a connecting door into a room I’ve only seen from the hallway.
The air is thick with alpha pheromones, and I don’t need to see Bram standing next to the enormous nest to know it’s his.
But my eyes widen as I take in the bed’s proportion.
It’s round, with curved edges and big enough to house a couple of packs.
“Is that the Bounty Bed from House of Omega?”
It’s their custom-made model, with a handcrafted mattress of cashmere, mohair, and lambswool, and finished with bamboo and silk upholstery.
The frame is hypoallergenic, anti-bacterial, and fitted with sensors to regulate body temperature and filter the air.
It’s a nest for royalty, piled high with the kind of luxury fabrics you could confidently wear to the Met Gala. “How did you get this here so fast?”
“Corbus told them he’ll collaborate on a jewel-encrusted model,” Dash says with a grin. “I mean, who doesn’t want to sleep inside a literal Fabergé egg?”
I laugh, but then I realize Lachlan is standing between Bram and the bed, and there’s a familiar stubborn look on his face. “What’s going on?”
Lachlan snorts and folds his arms. “I just told our pack alpha that he has to go through me to get to you.”
I frown, but Dash’s eyes dance with intrigue. “More details, please.”
“If he’s in rut,” Lachlan says, waving a hand at Bram, “and he’s still trying to get a grip on his uberness, then he needs to cut his teeth on me.”
I almost choke on my protests. “That makes you sound like a chew toy!”
“I can take it,” he argues, looking Bram over like he’s sizing up one of his old football opponents. “Or should I say, the alphas I’ve been with know I can top from the bottom.”
Dash gives me a hooded glance and sidles over to Lachlan’s side. “I don’t just need details, QB, I need access to your entire playbook.”
Bram grunts, but he steps forward and wraps his hand around Lachlan’s neck.
I’ve seen him do it enough to know it has some kind of grounding effect on him, and I’m not surprised to see his shoulders loosen.
“You’re not a practice run, Lachlan.” Bram tilts up his chin, pressing his lips firmly over Lachlan’s slack mouth.
The kiss is more of a test than a caress, although they’re both breathing hard when they pull apart.
“And for the record,” Bram smirks, “the only topping I want from you is that Italian buttercream you made the other day.”
The uber shine might have faded from Bram’s eyes, but there’s no mistaking the dominance that still clings to his skin.
I can’t blame Lachlan for the dazed look on his face as he’s nudged towards the bed, and I give his hand a squeeze as the rest of us clamber up behind him.
We’re still naked from our shower, while Lachlan is in the jeans and hoodie he wore to the warehouse, and he tugs on his collar as Bram starts to peel off his suit.
Tension crackles between them, heat prickling my skin as Dash presses me back against Corbus and slips his fingers between my thighs.
“They suit each other,” Corbus murmurs in my ear as Dash teases my clit. It’s still tingling from my last orgasm, and I hiss as he rolls it under his thumb. “He will look pretty with our pack alpha’s bite on his throat, yes?”
“So pretty,” I moan, watching through hooded eyes as Bram drops his shirt on the edge of the nest. I’ll be putting that to use later, but right now I’m transfixed by the way he looms over Lachlan, his big hands carefully peeling him out of his hoodie. “Is he really in rut? He’s being so gentle.”
“Control, my love,” Corbus hums in my ear. “I fear he has something to prove after the warehouse.”
Lachlan must be thinking the same, because he strips off his jeans, his hands going to the belt of Bram’s pants. “You won’t break me, Alpha. Like I said, I’ve taken down guys almost as big as you.”
Something flickers through Bram’s eyes – not eyeshine, but something dark and possessive. “We’re not playing here, Lachlan. When I take you, it’s for good.”
“Exactly how I want it.” Lachlan tilts back his head, his voice all challenge. “Put your mark on me, Bram. I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
A growl rattles in Bram’s chest, his thighs almost bursting through the seams of his pants as he kicks them aside. With a hand on Lachlan’s chest, he pushes him up the bed into our huddle and crawls up after him. “Then give me your body, mate, and I’ll give you my bond.”