The Light in Us

69. Wilder

69

Wilder

M y knuckles are bleeding as we stroll back to the hotel, my eyes finally bleeding back to blue. Zeke has his arm around my shoulders. “Shit, you’re heavy.”

“Sorry.” I push myself upright, but I have no regret in my chest for the beating we just delivered to Rory and Ellis. Even if my memory of it isn’t the strongest. “God, that felt fucking good.”

As we turn the corner to the hotel, we both see it.

Zeke straightens. “What the hell happened?”

We both take off toward the crowd, pushing through and searching for any sign of the pack.

When we reach the main doors, the security guard pushes us back. “Emergency closure. An omega went into heat.”

Both Zeke and I still.

It takes us a second to burst past the guard and into the foyer. It’s empty, champagne half-drunk on every side and the instruments from the musicians abandoned.

Rowan is talking frantically to an older woman, running his hands through his hair. He exhales when he sees us. “It’s Teddy. We’ve locked down.”

Fuck.

In the middle of the fucking hotel.

We all take off for the stairs at the same time. Rowan is with us, talking frantically. “They’ll bring supplies to the top of the stairs for us to grab. Blankets, pillows. Whatever they can find.”

But none of it will be Teddy’s things. His nest. “Can we get him home?”

Rowan shakes his head. “Not without it causing him a lot of anxiety. We’re better off making do here. At least it’s private.”

As we reach the top of the stairs, Zeke and I crash to a stop. Rowan spins back, gaping at us. “What are you doing? Fallon will—,”

“Heat,” Zeke rasps. I’m still wrapping my head around that impossible scent, my vision wavering at the edges. “ Both of them.”

Rowan’s face turns slack. “They – what?”

My cock punches to life inside my tuxedo. And it’s screaming for my omega, my mate .

She’s hurting .

I can sense it, her pain enough to have me tearing down the hall, following the cloying, heated scent of her and Teddy’s slickness.

Fox spins with a growl as we barge in. His eyes flicker.

“Is he… oh god,” Rowan breathes. We’re all staring at Fox’s red eyes. A line of scarlet, similar to blood, swallows the purple whole, leaving us with a pack alpha in full blown fucking rut.

He’s buried deep inside Fallon, her hands clawing at the bedding as he thrusts into her. And beside him, Teddy is whining, his ass up in the air and Fox’s fingers buried in his ass.

No. It’s his fist , the closest he can get to a knot without splitting himself in half.

What a clusterfuck.

Rowan is pushing the door shut. “I’ll get this place up and running. Go .”

Fox rips himself free of Fallon with an almost pained grunt. She arches her back, glazed eyes sweeping us hazily. “Knot.”

I can feel her heat dragging me under. I’m going to lose myself, either to the heat haze or the fucking Wild Side, desperately pushing to get through.

We strip off as quickly as we can. Fox is desperately fucking Teddy, one hand around his neck as he holds him up and the other pumping Teddy’s cock. Slick already covers the bed, Teddy, Fallon – fucking everywhere.

Zeke palms his monster cock as he climbs up onto the bed. “Where—,”

“Her mouth.” A starting point. Fallon’s happy moan as she swallows Zeke’s dick has me thrusting into her and thanking fuck for the slick that eases my path. She bucks and trembles beneath me as I grip her hips and pound into her, her throaty cries hitting me harder with every push into her clenching, weeping pussy.

A bonding mark.

This is it.

But we haven’t talked about it. Didn’t prepare for it.

I mean, we assumed, but—

Shit.

“Fox,” I say desperately, craning my head. Teddy’s head is lolling, Fox’s knot in his ass and his movements slowing as he lowers Teddy to the bed.

But he doesn’t stop .

He won’t stop. Not until he comes out of the rut.

I lock eyes with Zeke. “Bonding marks. Bites. What are we doing?”

Zeke doesn’t hesitate. “She’s ours. Bite .”

I can feel my knot pulsing, preparing to push into her, to fill her up. And I want my mark on her skin.

I tilt Fallon’s neck to the right. Her left side is for Fox, for the pack alpha, but as my knot pushes into her weeping pussy, I sink my teeth into my mate’s neck with a bellow as I spurt into her pussy, my release endless .

That’s about the time I lose my damn mind.

***

Fox’s back is up against mine, both of us rocking our omegas when Rowan rushes back in. His eyes start to glaze over as he drops another pile of blankets.

There are… a lot of blankets on the floor. Piles pushed up against the wall, out of the way.

I blink. And… drinks on the side. Lots of drinks. Many of them are empty. “How long have I been out?”

Rowan’s look is dry. “Around six hours. This is day three. The Wild Side was having a phenomenal time while you were unavailable. Handy guy to have around during a heat.”

My head collapses back. “Fucks’ sake .”

I feel drunk. Drunk on Fallon. Zeke is passed out, but Fallon is sucking on his cock with happy little noises that would be adorable if she wasn’t on the verge of sucking every bit of moisture from our bodies.

I lean over her, pressing my lips against her bonding mark. It pulses, a flicker inside my chest connecting me to my mate.

I can feel her contentment. Her desperation. Her neediness.

Everything I need to take care of her is right here inside my chest.

It’s fucking incredible .

I pull my knot out as Zeke jerks awake. Without either of us, Fallon jerks upright, whining as she launches herself at Zeke.

She’s sinking down onto his cock within three seconds, and he pushes her down into the bedding, his hips flexing as he thrusts into her overflowing cunt. He’s pretty much smothering her, but we’ve worked out she prefers it that way.

Rowan tosses me a bottle of water. “Electrolytes.”

Thank fuck. My mate is the omega equivalent of the Sahara freaking desert.

I twist to watch Fox. He pins me with a glare, his arm curving over Teddy before he turns his head to Fallon.

“He doesn’t know what to do,” Rowan whispers in realization. He crosses to Fox, tugging off his shirt. “He’s desperate to be with Fallon, but he needs Teddy to be safe too. Fox, it’s okay. I’ll look after Teddy for a little while.”

I don’t know where the hell Ro got the massive knotting vibrator in his hand, but I’m impressed. “I can take a turn if he needs it.”

It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve cared for Teddy during his heat. But it’s care, affection for a packmate rather than the deep, tearing need I feel for Fallon.

Fox snaps his teeth at me. I hold up my hands. Honestly, I’m fairly sure my knot might have packed up and run away to the circus anyway. “Fine. Have it your way, Vader.”

“Not funny.” Rowan curls up beside Teddy. His eyes are half-open, our omega barely conscious from the knotting as Rowan starts wiping him down. “You should do Fallon.”

“I will.” I knew that. But shit, is it easy to lose track of time during heats. I’m carrying back a wash flannel from the adjoining bathroom when I feel the pleasure in my chest.

My mate is upright. Her head is buried in Zeke’s shoulder as his teeth sink down a few inches above mine, holding her steady.

Her second bonding mark, tying her to us.

Zeke settles her against him as I press the flannel to the back of her neck. She sighs and shifts, arching against the cool as I carefully wipe her down and give her a little bit of water.

Fallon starts to snore softly against Zeke’s chest. “That’s a good sign, right?”

“Yeah.” I stroke over her hair. “She can rest through the urges. Means they’re weakening.”

A low rumble from behind me.

Fox is staring at Fallon. Rowan is pushing himself into a moaning Teddy, the vibrant purple vibrator linked to his cock disappearing inside his ass, ring by ring as Rowan coaxes him to take it deeper.

But Fox… he climbs over, shoving past me. Intention in every movement.

“Fox.” Even Zeke’s eyes flicker with wariness. “She’s still knotted. You’ll hurt her.”

A deep snarl, as if our pack leader rejects the very idea of hurting his mate. Fox buries his face in Fallon’s shoulder and breathes her in, licking over her skin in long, caressing strokes.

Over her new bonding marks.

A faint echo of pleasure flickers through my own chest. My brows fly up.

Unexpected.

But he doesn’t push. Fox waits like a coiled animal, red eyes gleaming in the darkness. Rowan has some lamps going, but I’d say it’s the early hours of the morning.

“Teddy’s heat has broken,” Rowan murmurs behind me. “Four days. That’s a record.”

“Probably because of Fallon’s being so strong. It dragged his out for longer.” I turn to check on him, but he’s out like a light. I jump up and grab a fresh blanket, dragging it over him and Rowan.

But I’m waiting.

So is Zeke, both of us more than aware of our pack leader as Zeke’s knot deflates and he… swoops.

Something primal beats in my chest.

Fox is our pack leader.

Fallon is our mate.

And now we’re going to watch as he claims her.

Fallon’s throaty moan has Fox pausing as he lays her carefully over fresh bedding. He strokes her, pets her until our mate is mewling beneath his hands for more.

He yanks up her knees, pushing them wide and giving us both a perfect view of Fallon’s dripping, swollen, heat-fucked pussy. Her slick trickles from her, slick and cum and all of our fucking bodily fluids, but her pussy still flutters, her ass pushing back when Fox impales her on his rigid cock.

Fallon bounces with the force of his thrusts. Enough awareness trickles in that she weakly grasps the bedding before Fox pounces, gripping her wrists and pinning them down as he slams into her, with no sign that he’s spent the last few days in a goddamned rut.

He gives her what she wants. Her alpha, claiming her. More primal than I’ve ever seen as he pins her in place, her body locked underneath him as he keeps up that savage movement. His hand twists into her hair, and he slows enough to gently tilt her head to the side.

To the empty space on her neck.

He growls then. Nuzzles at Fallon until her eyes flutter open.

She moans. “Fox.”

And our pack alpha slams his teeth down into her neck, as the full bond fills my chest and snaps into place.

Fuck me. I can feel all of them.

Fallon. Zeke. Fox. Teddy. Even Ro, a calm, steady presence, cool air on a hot day.

Now this is a pack bond.