Page 67 of Unbonded (Pack’s Companion #3)
The only dark spot on the horizon is the fact I haven’t had a heat in almost a year.
Dash’s have been like clockwork, but even when Corbus went into rut, my body didn’t react as I hoped it would.
According to my test results – and the best research our pack’s money can buy – my hormonal levels are better, but not stable enough to produce the necessary environment for a heat.
We still have plenty of mind-melting sex, but most of the slick in the mix is Dash’s, and the last time I tried to take Bram’s knot I had to stop halfway through.
Dash fed me his slick to try to help it along, but seeing the devastated look in my alphas’ eyes was enough to stop me from putting us through that torture again.
But if the trauma of an unbonding has taught me anything, it’s to appreciate what you have. And that includes two stunning men who are staring at me like I’ve hung the moon. Or maybe plucked the stars out of the sky and stitched them to my lingerie.
“ Mine ,” Bram rumbles, his eyes gleaming as he scoops me up and carries me to the bed.
“Even though your birthstone is a ruby,” Corbus reminds him, climbing up beside me and pressing a kiss to my collarbone.
His fingers are already dancing over the tiny diamonds, and I arch under his touch, my nipples instantly hard.
He rolls a strategically placed gem over my clit, and I hiss through my teeth, clawing at their hard chests.
“I sewed enough that you could both share.”
Bram makes a growly sound, sucking on the tip of my bra until my toes are curling along his calf.
They explore my creation like they’re mining for treasure, licking and pinching each gem until I’m panting into the mattress.
When they finally peel away the delicate garments, the aroma of coconut and sea salt wafts from my skin.
Bram purrs in appreciation, and I writhe under their mouths as they lick me from head to toe.
Corbus, as always, ends up sucking on his mating bite, while Bram nudges between my thighs, his thick tongue dipping deep inside me.
They take turns tormenting my nipples into aching buds, before Bram slides a thick finger in my pussy and I ride it to a shattering release.
“The Spanish air is good for you,” Bram says, teasing my lips so I can taste my own flavor. It’s not as good as his, but I no longer worry if it’s to Bram’s taste. As Dash puts it, no man spends that long between a pair of thighs unless he’s enjoying his meal. “Your scent is sweeter than ever.”
I hum, trading kisses between them as I stroke them through their boardshorts.
They’re both my designs – part of a reimagined Castaway collection I developed with Florence - and I feel a flush of possessive pride as they swell under my touch.
It also gives me the courage to broach a topic I’ve been working up to for a while.
“Since we’re talking about sharing, I want to try and take you both tonight. Not your knots, but everything else.” I pause to make sure they’re following along. “ Together , like you did with Dash.”
Since knots are off the menu, I’ve been a little obsessed with the idea of double penetration. Dash and I have done a lot of research, and the guys have spent whole evenings coaching my alphas on the best ways to stretch me out.
“Are you sure, Kate?”
As always, Bram is worried about pushing me too far, but now I see some of the same hesitation in Corbus’ eyes.
“When have I ever not known what I want?” In fact, I pride myself on my new confidence, refusing to let my self-doubts get in the way of my goals.
“We’re lucky that you trust us enough to even offer,” Corbus says.
“I do trust you,” I tell them. “But you have to trust me, too. I know my limits, and I’m more than capable of satisfying you at the same time.”
“That’s never been in any doubt,” Bram tells me, my heart thumping as he seals his words with a kiss.
Corbus takes a turn, and then their fingers are sinking inside me, their gazes locked as they consider the logistics.
But I’m the one with the plan tonight, and I nudge Bram onto his back, climbing over him and sinking onto his hips.
The front of his boardshorts is straining with his desire, and I rub his shaft through the silky fabric.
“I’m going to take you first,” I tell Bram, “right up to your knot. When I’m loose and dripping, Corbus is going to push in from behind. Hopefully you’ll rub together until you both flood me with cum. Any questions?”
They both groan, Bram swiping a finger over my opening. “We’re yours for the taking, Omega.”
I smirk, but melt against Corbus as he settles behind me.
He’s never one to wait on the sidelines during sex, and I’m not surprised when his hands land on my hips.
He lifts me enough to tug off Bram’s shorts, and then he’s grasping Bram’s shaft, his palm glistening with lubrication.
It’s Dash-scented – floral and spices – but it still gives me a pang to realize I’m not making enough slick to take my alphas without assistance.
But I stop worrying about that as Corbus slicks up Bram’s cock and lodges it against my opening.
My eyes roll back at the first delicious breach, Bram’s hips lifting as he feeds me his thick head.
It takes a little work to inch my way down, but every sweet stroke from Corbus’ thumb on my clit opens me up a little more.
When Bram is finally lodged deep inside me, I curl down to lick a kiss off his panting lips. “I love you, Bram.”
“You mean everything to me, sweetheart.”
I purr as I rock on his thick length, speeding up as passion overtakes me.
Their hunger swirls in the air, our bonds unfurling inside me like a dark flower.
Bram tunnels deeper, harder, each thrust adding to the electric crackle on my skin.
Bram growls, his potent scent a crashing tide threatening to tow us all under.
But his thrusts slow, his chest heaving as Corbus runs a finger down my spine.
I arch my back, spreading my thighs, Bram’s thick knot a hungry presence under me as Corbus inches forward.
As they meet in my velvet depths, the friction creates a glorious burn.
I know it’s just in my head, but it feels like the whole world has gone silent.
There’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breaths, the whisper of kisses, and the hum of gentle touches to soothe the endless stretch.
It might just be a physical act, but as I cradle them both in my body, it feels like our bonds are twining together like vines.
When they finally come, it’s more of a long rolling wave than an explosion, our pleasure rising and dipping as it laps and curls between us.
The only way it could feel more intimate is if I was taking their knots, but no one seems disappointed as we melt into the mattress.
“God, isn’t that a pretty picture,” Dash coos, while Lachlan slinks around the corner and settles on the bed.
When Dash joins him, he can’t resist running his hands over our sweat-streaked bodies.
Corbus is the first to pull away from our tangled limbs, and his omega licks his lips as he looks at his well-used cock.
“I take it the diamond lingerie was well received?”
I smirk, since I gave him a sneak preview, but Corbus is looking at me curiously. “How did you get the stones?”
Lachlan clears his throat, looking slightly bashful.
“I told Bram it was for a special project. A prototype that Kate was working on for your birthday. I put it through his expense account.” He shrugs and starts to chuckle.
“Consider it a group effort. You both signed off on the Katje product line, after all.”
“Katje?” I repeat, since I don’t remember that word coming up in the product specs.
A smile tugs at Corbus’ mouth. “It means ‘kitten’ in my language.”
“Oh, perfect!” Dash laughs. “The company’s flagship product is now Katie’s bedazzled pussy.”
Corbus rolls his eyes – another new habit he’s developed in recent months – and I laugh so hard, there’s a warm fluttering between my thighs.
I just assume it’s par for the course when you take two potent alphas at once, until I feel a sudden rush of slick.
I squirm, my thighs sliding together as I touch my tender opening.
When I lift my hand to the light, slick gleams on my fingertips, and the air is filled with the heady scent of warm oranges. “Um… guys?”
Bram’s head snaps up, right as Corbus gives a hungry growl and Lachlan’s gaze locks on my hand. Dash sniffs the air, his eyes growing wide as moons as he leans forward and licks the tip of my finger.
“I think…” My breath catches, and then a smile breaks over my face, brighter than a Spanish dawn. “Maybe that wasn’t my last heat, after all.”
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