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"Mine," Julian growled against my neck, his tongue lapping at the wound to seal it.

The bond snapped into place with an intensity that stole my breath, connecting us on a level I'd never imagined possible.

I could feel his emotions—satisfaction, possessiveness, love—flowing through the new connection like a river of warmth.

I felt him pull out of me as his knot grew, making me cry out at the loss, “I can’t knot you when the others still need a turn.

” His voice was strained with the effort of denying his alpha instinct to remain locked with me, but his eyes held a promise that we would have that experience later.

Julian pressed his forehead to mine, our breathing synchronized as the first bond settled between us.

"Perfect," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips before shifting to make room for the next alpha.

Christopher moved into position, his gentle hands replacing Julian's as he carefully turned me onto my side. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tender with concern. "Do you need a moment?"

I shook my head, my body still humming with pleasure and the new sensation of Julian's bond pulsing within me. "I want more," I whispered, reaching for Christopher. "Please…Alpha”

Christopher's eyes darkened at my words, a primal satisfaction spreading across his usually gentle features. His hands were infinitely tender as they caressed my sides, in stark contrast to Julian's passionate intensity moments before.

"My sweet omega," he murmured, lowering his head to place feather-light kisses along my collarbone. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long."

Where Julian had been fire and urgency, Christopher was a slow-burning flame, his touch deliberate and patient as he explored my already sensitized skin. His fingers traced patterns across my stomach, each touch sending aftershocks of pleasure through my system.

Christopher's mouth followed the path of his hands, leaving a trail of warmth that rekindled the embers Julian had stoked. Unlike Julian's commanding presence, Christopher's approach was reverent—each touch an act of worship that made me feel cherished beyond measure.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured against my skin. "Flushed and marked by our Head Alpha, ready to take another."

I shivered at his words, the bond with Julian pulsing warmly as Christopher positioned himself behind me, one strong arm wrapping around my waist while the other gently lifted my leg to drape over his hip. The position exposed me completely while keeping me secure in his embrace.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

"Yes," I breathed, turning my head to capture his mouth in a kiss that conveyed my certainty.

Christopher's kiss was different from Julian's—deeper, more patient, as if he had all the time in the world to savor the taste of my lips. His hand traced lazy circles on my hip while he kissed me, building anticipation with maddening slowness.

When he finally positioned himself at my entrance, I was already trembling with need. The first bond with Julian had left me hypersensitive, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Christopher entered me with exquisite care, his size stretching me differently than Julian had.

"Christopher," I gasped, my back arching against his chest as he filled me completely.

"I know, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. "You feel incredible."

His movements were slow and deep, each thrust calculated to draw out my pleasure. Christopher moved with a steady rhythm that built my pleasure. His large hand splayed across my stomach, holding me securely against him as he moved within me.

"You're doing so beautifully," he whispered against my ear, his voice thick with emotion.

"Taking us so perfectly." I could feel Julian watching, his eyes intense as Christopher claimed me.

The first mark on my neck throbbed pleasantly, the bond pulsing with Julian's satisfaction as he watched his packmate join our connection.

"Alpha," I moaned, the word falling from my lips like a prayer as Christopher's pace increased slightly, his control never wavering despite the tension I could feel in his muscles.

Miles and Nicolaus moved closer, their hands occasionally brushing my skin. A touch to my hair, fingers tracing my ankle, palm skimming my waist.

"That's it," Christopher murmured, his rhythm steady and relentless even as his knot started to form. "Let go for me, Lilianna." His teeth grazed the untouched side of my neck, sending shivers of anticipation through my body.

"Please," I gasped, not certain what I was begging for as the tension coiled tighter within me.

Christopher's hand slid from my stomach to between my thighs, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves with unerring precision.

His touch was gentle but insistent, circling with just enough pressure to make my breath catch.

"Cum for me," he commanded softly, his voice a low growl as he gave a couple more thrusts but making sure that his knot didn’t enter me since the other two still needed to mark me after him.

The dual sensations—his length moving within me and his fingers working magic against my most sensitive spot—pushed me over the edge.

I cried out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me, more intense than before with Julian's bond already humming through my system.

At the peak of my climax, Christopher's teeth sank into my neck, just above where Julian had marked me.

"My omega," he murmured against the fresh mark, his tongue gently sealing the wound. I felt myself lean back, even with the awkward position I moved, my teeth coming down on his own neck letting our bond snapped into place, my whole body feeling like it was in sink with my heartbeat.