Page 237 of All Packed Up

This was different from Nic and Griffith.

Whereas the three of them had been like threads of the same strand weaving together, this was like…

Tate’s lips closed around her wound, tongue snaking out to lave at the blood she knew had welled, nursing the bite and the bond as one.

With every swipe of his tongue he sealed the bond, the connection pulling tighter with every pass. It settled within her, easier than the deep breathing he’d taught her during yoga. Their bond like smoke floating on an exhale, calm and comfortable and so undeniably Tate that it soothed an ache she hadn’t realized she felt.

She lifted her head, finding Arlo’s lips with her own.

Tate kissed her new bite mark, mouth barely brushing over the new bond, making shivers and a wave of aftershocks shimmer through her.

“Wendy. Babes,” Tate whispered, crawled up the bedding.

Arlo slid free of her, sensing what his mate wanted, and Tate pulled her away from the other alpha. “Holy fucking shit,” he hissed, brushing a hand through her hair, cupping her face, and staring down at her as if he didn’t believe she was real.

She curled her fingers into his blond locks, tasting him again, reveling in the creamy tobacco on her tongue. At the desperate, whimpering moans escaping lips as he settled irreversibly into her heart, soaked deep into her pores.

“You feel so good,” Wendy said.

Their whispered smoke connection stood out in its own way, just like Nic’s and Griffith’s did.

His lips were warm from her skin, and her own taste was still on his tongue, but she didn’t care about the residual copper. All she cared about was her alpha. The emotions rising and swelling in her chest, reflected back at her from the new bond.

Pure adoration shone at her from the bond, and it made her chest tight.

How? How did she get this lucky?

“I hope you’re not tired,” he chuckled against her lips. “Because I know where Arlo wants to bite you.”

“Where?” she asked, pulling back so she could see both of them at the same time.

The blond alpha took the lead, rolling her away from him before pulling her back into his chest. She once again faced Arlo, found a blush deepening his cheeks in the cutest way.

“Don’t laugh,” he warned, before sliding down her body just like Tate did.

He stopped a lot sooner though, brushing his lips over her breast.

Her eyes widened. “Ouch!” she complained, covering her nipples from his view.

“Tate literally bit your ass,” he drawled.

“These are sensitive!” she whined.

Tate’s chest bounced against her back as he laughed.

“Throw the man a bone,” he whispered affectionately.

The humor shimmering in their bond made her feel so light and happy, and she couldn’t tease poor Arlo any longer.

“Come here,” she said, and Arlo leaned up to meet her lips.

As their tongues danced together, Tate dragged his nails down her side, over the outside of her thigh. He decorated her skin in chills and light red lines before he was satisfied. Only then did he shift closer, and she bucked at the hard, hot length of him pressing against her ass.

She rolled her hips back into him, turned her leg up to make room for him.

They both groaned—her into his mate’s lips, him into her tangled hair—as he brushed against her wet folds.

There was no resistance as he notched the head of his cock at her core and slid inside in one smooth thrust.