Chapter Forty-Nine

Silas

I’ve imagined this moment a hundred times. My imprint mate, opening her heart, mind, and body to me. Deciding that I am worthy. Welcoming me home.

It’s taken me until now to realize—home with Willow, means home with Kane.

I decided he was an obstacle. Something my alpha would just have to overcome if I wanted to claim Willow as my own. But as he strokes the top of her head, gently easing his cock into her mouth, I finally understand.

He’s a part of her.

Which makes him a part of me.

“Good omega,” he rumbles, groaning, as her lips close around his shaft.

“That’s our girl,” I purr. “Just a little deeper. You can do it.”

She squirms in my lap, her arousal turning the tub into a thick sea of pheromones.

“Oh, fuck.” Kane’s breath trembles. “That’s it. Just like that.”

Our perfect girl does exactly as she’s told, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks him down. She moans like his cock is the best thing she’s ever tasted.

Kane’s knees lock. “ Christ .”

A shiver rolls down Willow’s spine. I stroke her, peppering kisses over her gleaming shoulders. “Take a breath, little one.”

At last, she slides off Kane’s cock. I help wipe the drool off her chin.

“You good?” he grunts, kneeling down to cup her jaw. “Not too much?”

She smiles sweetly, shaking her head.

“Use your words, little one,” I growl.

She shudders. “I’m good.” Bites her lip. “Want more.”

Whatever you want, my alpha preens. Anything. Everything.

I grip her waist under the water, sliding in closer so can feel her core pulse against my cock. She’s so damn slick. Hotter than the bathwater, then some.

“What’s wrong?” Kane demands.

He must’ve sensed it before I did—tension in their bond—before she stiffens against me.

“Alpha,” she whimpers, craning her head. “I’m … not clean.”

Another growl thrums through me, my alpha outraged by the insinuation.

“The blood—” she argues.

“Is just blood.” I stroke her hair back, admiring the wavy, swirling way it dries. “It doesn’t make you any less perfect.”

Still squirming, at a loss, Willow returns her gaze to Kane. He smirks.

“Don’t look at me, bunny. If a little blood was enough to scare him off, I wouldn’t be letting him knot you.” He kisses her, then adds, more seriously, “Let alone bite you.”

Fierce as she is, I can feel how her alpha’s words seep into her, giving her the permission she needs to let go.

Kane draws her arms out of the water, resting them over the lip of the tub, so she has better leverage. Her hips shimmy back on me, hot pussy searching for my cock.

With that, she lowers her hips, sliding onto my cock in a long, fluid motion. Every velvety inch turns my insides to goo. Every precious twitch and flutter makes me question my sanity.

“Good girl,” Kane purrs. “So fucking pretty.”

Her spine arches forward, giving me the perfect view of pleasure.

My omega, kissing her mate, as she impales herself on my cock.

“C’mon, bunny.” Kane finally breaks the kiss. “Show him how good you can take it.”

Breathing heavily, she lifts her hips, then plunges back down—slowly, agonizingly, like every movement is more pleasure than her little body can handle. I guide her hips, biting the inside of my mouth to keep from going all out.

Kane stands, fisting his cock.

“Go on, little one.” I kiss Willow’s temple. “He’s aching for you.”

She moans, making my cock jolt inside of her, as her lips close around Kane’s shaft once more.

Me, Willow, and Kane—together again, the way it should’ve been from the very start. No secrets between us. Pleasure on all sides. Acceptance for all we are, and all we need. Kane isn’t fighting me. I’m not fighting him.

And Willow, at long last, has stopped fighting herself.

Her pussy clamps down as she comes apart. She can’t hold back a cry, spit gleaming on Kane’s cock as she’s forced to release him.

“That’s our girl,” I groan.

Kane can’t stop himself. He strokes his cock, hard and fast, his breath coming in short pants. “Need you to swallow me down one more time, omega.”

She doesn’t need to be asked twice. Her pink, puffy lips close around the base of his shaft.

“Coming—!” Kane rasps.

Willow swallows him down, moaning long and low in the back of her throat. As soon as he’s done, Kane pulls out, crouching to take her face in his hands.

“Fuck, omega,” he growls, “you’re so good. Too damn good. Y’know that?”

She preens, still gasping for air.

I didn’t think it would get to me so much—another alpha soothing my imprint mate, praising her, pushing her body to its limits. But before I know it, I’m jerking up to meet Willow’s thrusts, not sure how much longer I can hold out.

My knot swells, pushing at Willow’s walls.

“Yes,” she gushes, “please, alpha. I’m ready.”

My head falls over her shoulder, my teeth aching as I taste her sweet flesh.

Willow grabs my wrist, turning it up so my pulse is mere inches from her lips. She licks, preparing her mark.

My knot pushes in, locking us together as I fill her with come. She smothers her cry by biting that sacred spot on my wrist, making pleasure and pain fire up my veins. I can’t tell which is hers and which is mine.

“Omega,” I gasp.

My teeth sink home. She tastes exactly as I expected—flowers and honey and all the light in the world. My mind turns to white. Then green. Then … then ….

Willow bites down harder. Already, I can feel our bond, and I know it is eternal, and yet, I’m scared of ever letting go.

It’s Willow who finally has to come up for air. She twists her head around, smashing her lips to mine. She tastes of me. Of her. Of all that we are, and all we’re going to be.

“Shh …” I hear a new voice murmur. Kane strokes Willow’s hair, and I swear I can feel it, comfort and warmth rolling down my spine. “We got you.”

“You’re ours.” I lick the blood off Willow’s shoulder. “Always.”

Kane meets my gaze. It occurs to me the two of us have never been this close, not even during Willow’s heat. His eyes bore into mine—for once, not glaring.

Only seeing.

***

Kane makes up the bed while we wait for my knot to deflate. As soon as the washroom door opens, I can sense the guards’ probing pheromones. Their disapproval. Curiosity. Even arousal.

None of it means a damn. Not with a sleeping, bonded imprint mate falling asleep on my cock.

“Come on, little one.” I kiss her head, lifting her out of the bath.

She only purrs in response, already asleep again as I lay her down in bed. I note the clean cloth on the bedsheets and flick Kane an appreciative glance.

I adjust the towel around my waist. Kane clears his throat.

“You should, uh, get in with her.” At my bewildered look, he adds, “Keep her warm.”

I don’t need to remind him that he could be the one keeping her warm if he so chose. Willow’s contentment is like a lullaby in both our bonds, soothing our inner alphas.

Until there’s a knock at the door.

At once, Kane and I straighten. A growl escapes him.

“Stay with her,” he warns.

I remain on Willow’s bedside as he opens the door a fraction. “What?” he snarls.

I hear, rather than see, Tristan. “Are you two out of your mind?”

Beside me, Willow mumbles in her sleep, probably sensing her alphas’ fury.

“Keep your voice down,” Kane warns.

“This isn’t a brothel,” Tristan hisses. “It’s a safe den. You —you damned rogue—are lucky to be here at all, rather than locked back up in that cellar.”

Before I know it, I’m on my feet, joining Kane in the doorway. “Threaten my packmate one more time,” I say to Tristan, “and see what happens.”

Tristan recoils like he’s been slapped. “Packmate?” he demands.

The truth was bound to come out sooner or later. And my alpha isn’t exactly in a withholding mood.

His gaze lowers, like he’s suddenly realizing I’m half-naked. He notes the fresh bite mark on my wrist.

“Is that—” his head snaps up to Kane. “Christ, is that yours?”

“No,” I answer firmly at the same time as Kane says, “Fuck off.”

“Willow and I bonded,” I explain simply.

Kane grunts. “Got a problem with that?”

Tristan must realize he’s outmatched. Two alphas of mine and Kane’s size are already a force to be reckoned with. Two recently bonded alphas, with a naked omega asleep in the room behind them? Dangerous fucking territory.

“Gotta hand it to you,” he says at last, tautly, “you’ve got impeccable timing.”

I scowl. “What are you talking about?”

He gestures down the hall. “We need to talk.”

Both me and Kane bristle at the thought. I can’t leave—not less than an hour after bonding. What if Willow wakes up, and I’m not there?

“It can wait,” I growl.

“No,” Tristan says, darkly, “it can’t.”

My inner alpha seethes. He doesn’t care how serious this is. The den could be on fire and he’d barely bat an eye. Our imprint mate needs us close, which means I can’t leave her.

“I’ll go,” Kane bites out, surprising me. “Anything you gotta say to him, you can say to me.”

“It’s about Southside,” Tristan insists, not even looking at my packmate. “There’s news you’ll want to hear.”

I try not to roll my eyes. “Great. It’ll still be news in a couple hours.”

“Silas.”

Even on a good afternoon, it’s rare to hear Tristan speak so earnestly. He normally covers his insecurity with a thick veneer of arrogance. But right now, there’s something deeper. Almost … apologetic.

“The sentinels,” he says, “they’ve sent word.”

“Regarding?” I demand.

Tristan sighs. His eyes flick to Kane, then back to me.

“Regarding Willow.”