Page 64 of Unbonded (Pack’s Companion #3)

Five is an odd number, except in a pack bed. And when there’s a heat involved, it’s definitely a case of the more the merrier.

Ours is a decadent nest, sprinkled with the scent of coconut shampoo, luxury linens, and alpha pheromones.

But rising over it all is the aroma of omega slick, both Kate and Dash watching with rapt attention as our pack alpha sinks his impressive cock into Lachlan’s eager body.

He can’t take his knot – a stretch for any beta male, but an impossibility when dealing with an uber – but he is a truly gifted bottom, his hand gripping Bram’s throat as their bodies surge and retreat.

Their muscles glow with sweat, the bed rocking beneath us with every powerful thrust. It’s been a long, delicious game of push and pull, but Bram finally succumbs to the lure of our beta’s submission, and sinks his teeth into Lachlan’s throat.

My own cock throbs in envy, and Kate moves restless against me, her pupils blown wide with need. “Please, Corbus. Don’t make me wait.”

“You’ve been so patient, my love,” I purr, even though she’s orgasmed in the shower and twice on Dash’s fingers. “Is it my turn to feast?”

She arches her back, her neck extended in invitation.

Her heat is swirling around us now, slick coating her thighs as flickers of pain dim the glow on her cheeks.

The doctor gave her something to counter the heat accelerant, but she’s either burned it off, or the haze is too strong to hold back.

Soon she will exist only to take and be taken, and I need to have claimed her before then.

But I still don’t want to rush it, because as much as I love the dynamics of our pack, Kate is my scent mate.

I want to tease our bond open, one delicious layer at a time.

“Orange blossom,” I whisper in her ear as I lick the puckered scar of her scent gland.

She usually goes to great pains to hide it, but now she arches her neck again, begging for my bite.

My gums throb, but I skim my lips over her collarbone, nibbling my way down to her breasts.

She’s panting, her nipples grazing my lips as I suck one into my mouth.

“Cherries, because they are too sweet to be lemon bonbons.” I tease the tight bud, which swells and darkens enticingly.

“Although if I suck them hard enough, do you think they will melt on my tongue?”

Dash gives an appreciative hum, but Kate writhes under me, trying to reach for my cock. “Hold her down, Dash,” I instruct him as I direct her hand back to the bed. “I’m not done tasting, and I don’t want to miss a single flavor.”

Dash grins as I lower my head to torture her ribs with my tongue.

“Ah, I think that’s gingerbread, with the perfect hint of spice.

” She groans as I dip lower, sucking across the soft pillow of her belly to her navel.

I dip my tongue in the delicate hollow, teasing out another gasp.

“Ganache, or perhaps caramel, warm from my pocket.”

Despite Dash’s best efforts to pin her to the bed, Kate’s pelvis tips up, her scent wafting in my face.

I have to clench my jaw as I brush my fingers over her hipbones, back and forth across the cradle of her sex.

“I would like to suck each one of your perfect toes, but I fear, I can’t go past this sweet dish in front of me. ”

“Corbus!”

I smile at the outrage in her voice, although there’s a flicker of unease in her eyes as I swirl a finger in her folds. “It might not taste as good…”

“As Lachlan’s Italian buttercream?” I cut off her protests with my tongue, licking and sucking her slick pussy until she’s coming in my mouth.

Her release is like the sweetest nectar and I rise up on an elbow, petting her trembling thighs as I watch her drift back to earth.

“Gather your strength, my love, because I fear you’ve awoken a craving. ”

“Talk about a playbook,” Lachlan mutters, blinking sleepily from the curve of Bram’s arms. “Is this why I suddenly have a hankering for a midnight snack?”

“There’s plenty to go around,” Dash says, teasing her thighs wider.

But before they can make a move in her direction, I draw her up against my chest, wrapping her legs around my waist until she’s resting her head on my shoulder.

Dash crawls over to the others while I rock her in my arms, my purr settling over her like a blanket.

It’s well past midnight, and her scent is tinged with exhaustion.

“You’ve had a long night, my love.”

Her eyes flash from under their heavy lids. “But I’m not too tired to bond.”

Even if she is, Kate has made up her mind and far be it for me to stand in her way.

“Also, I don’t want to sleep,” she admits in a small voice. “If this is my last one, I don’t want to miss a second of it.”

I hum, because Bram told me that she’s worried her body will change after her last heat.

That she will no longer be able to produce slick or take our knots in the omega way.

“You know that we will always love and cherish you, mijn liefje. A heat is just a fleeting moment in all the years we will spend together.”

It’s true. I’ve never sought out omegas for their heats, and on the only occasion where I helped out a friend in college, I found the experience difficult to process.

Messy, exhausting, and too intimate for the loose bond we shared, it wasn’t something I thought I’d ever repeat.

Until we met Dash, and even then, it was the person and not the biology that I was drawn to.

With Kate, it is that and more, for I can already feel a bond humming under my skin. Her scent calls to me in a way I didn’t think was possible for someone with my brain chemistry.

“Do you really?” she asks, biting that raw bottom lip that feels like a bruise on my soul. “Love and cherish me?”

I place a gentle kiss on her tormented mouth, stealing the ragged sigh that slips past her lips.

She presses against me, eager for more, but I keep it soft and tender.

Because that’s the feeling she inspires in me, as if my chest has been hollowed out and filled with orange-scented blossoms. “I love everything about you,” I tell her, kissing the tiny tremble at the corner of her mouth, “and it will be my honor to cherish you until the end of my days.”

A tear trickles down her cheek, and as I lean forward to chase it, she gives a soft gasp. I only realize she’s drawn the tip of my cock into her body when she slides down my shaft, her back rippling under my fingers. “Kate.”

Although, I can’t exactly scold her when I’m shuddering in pleasure.

“My alpha,” she whispers, rocking over my lap. She might have caught me off guard, but we quickly fall into a rhythm, her tight channel clenching around me as I thrust up into her heat. “I want you deep inside me. Always. Even a-after…”

Her words stutter out and I sweep her hair back, rolling my tongue over her scent gland.

She shivers, and as the zest of her scent dances on my tongue, I nibble the delicate shell of her ear.

“I’ll wake you like this every morning. And then, at night, you will drift off to sleep warming my cock.

I’ll make you so addicted to me, you’ll be begging me for naps, just so I can fill you again. And again. And again.”

I punctuate each promise with a kiss on her scent gland, and her head falls back, her sheath fluttering around me.

My knot has swollen into an impatient, hungry thing, but as it presses at her opening, I draw back.

For a moment, I consider bonding her without it, but she grinds down on me, those gray eyes snapping like storm clouds. “I want it, Corbus. Now and always.”

I am helpless to resist, the most demanding part of me thrusting hard against her tender flesh.

But she gobbles me up greedily, and lights pop behind my eyes as she cries out her release.

It washes through me on a scented wave, my own cum splashing inside her as she milks me with her eager walls.

There’s no language for the sounds I’m making as I cradle her head, my mouth at her throat.

We’re both still tumbling through our release when I bite down, inches from her scent gland.

“Corbus!”

The wonder in her voice resonates in my soul as our bond snaps tight, binding us forever.

I don’t know how much time passes before I slip from her body, my muscles trembling and my mouth full of coppery spice.

My knot is slick with our fluids, the blankets a tangled mess beneath us, but the only thing I can focus on is the bond fluttering in my chest like a hummingbird.

It darts around Dash’s bond – a swan, or maybe a peacock, as confident and graceful as the man himself – and it takes a moment for the moisture to clear from my eyes.

For a man who never expected one, two seems like an impossible dream.

Except that there are three lying in front of me, their limbs tangled together as Dash and Lachlan lap at my newest mating bite. I feel it in my bond, the rasp of hungry tongues and the tickle of warm breath, Kate tracing the outline of my teeth with possessive fingers.

“Time to switch?” Lachlan asks, smiling against her lips. “Can you take one more bite, or has your poor little throat had enough?”

Kate pushes herself up on her elbows, her cheeks flushes as she looks between me and Bram. “I think the question is, are our alphas up for it?”

Bram’s eyes glow as they meet mine. I can’t tell if it’s eyeshine or just his rut, and I look at him more closely as I try to make sense of the strain in his scent.