Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(109)

"Stop," he gasped.

I pulled away immediately, caught my breath, and then kissed all the skin I could reach—his thighs, his balls, his length, his belly. Chance caught his breath and both he and Faith were petting me, the approval from them both and the idea in my head mingling into a nervous energy.

My hands and mouth fumbled and trembled as I stroked his thighs and kissed over his hip bone.

"He's sweet," Faith whispered.

Chance laughed, but he was still running his fingers through my hair in a softer touch than I was used to. His legs spread for me as I sucked a mark on his inner thigh.

"Quit messing around," Chance said, voice all warm.

So I did. Faith's breath hitched as I opened my mouth, a note of shock escaping as I sank my teeth into Chance's flesh. He yelped, hand tightening on my hair, trying to pull me off, but I wrapped an arm around his leg and held on. I licked around the inside of my teeth, moaned at the flavor of his blood.

"What the fuck, Ghost?!" Chance yelled.

And anger spiked in my chest, a knife blade connecting directly to my heart, an electric charge running from him to me. I'd expected anger, and I shivered at the excitement that was there too. Chance's grip remained firm, but his leg relaxed in my hold as I licked him again.

A gentle hand cuffed the back of my neck and then squeezed. "Release him," Faith said.

It was too late now. The bond was in place, confusion and curiosity, frustration and disappointment. I unlatched my teeth and then sucked at the bite mark, licking it rapidly. Out of the corner of my eye, Chance hissed and his cock bobbed.

"Ghost," Faith snapped.

My shoulders hunched as worry wormed from Chance to me and back again. I licked him once more and then looked up at them. They were pale with shock, and Faith's glare was fierce.

"You need bonds," I said to her. She blinked and Chance groaned. I licked my lips and glanced down at the mark. It was red, still fresh, and starting to swell around the torn flesh. I turned my gaze to his. "You want a bond with her."

He stiffened, shock taking over from the anger. Hope. Excitement again, annoyance too.

"Oh, you fucking mess," Faith breathed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "You didn't think you should ask for permission?"

"I did, but I didn't want you to say no."

Their lips pursed in tandem. I lowered my head slowly and Faith's eyes narrowed, watching me as I lapped at the mark. It needed nursing. I may not have been much of an alpha, but I did know that.

Chance was mine now. His emotions were rioting, anger flashing forward and then fading again under more promising emotions.

"Are you all right?" Faith asked Chance.

He was sagging back into the bed, chest heaving with deep breaths. "I can feel him."

That was right! I thrust the mess in my head in Chance's direction. All the envy, the longing, the craving to be in the nest, in the pack, with them. How badly I wanted to be accepted, to just be touching them. I nursed the wound and shared what I could, relieved as his emotions shifted.

"Fuck, that feels good," he muttered. "Trying to stay mad, but he's just so…"

"Pathetic," I mumbled into his thigh.

"Sweet," Chance whispered, and I froze.

"Sweet?" Faith asked.

"And greedy, like you," he said softly. "It's permanent."

Mine. Pride and determination swelled in my chest. I licked my mark once more and looked up again. Faith was still glaring at me. She was seated on her knees at Chance's side, and she glanced at him once more, at the mark I'd been nursing, before reaching down and peeling her underwear off. Her scent was heady, and my mouth immediately watered as she slid down onto the mattress and parted her thighs.

"Make mine match," she said.

Chance groaned and laughed as giddy victory rushed through me. "Just ‘cause you're getting your way doesn't mean you're not getting punished," he said to me.

"Not that he cares," Faith scoffed, but her lips were twitching now.

I knew full well what I really deserved was being kicked out of the nest. I'd taken what was absolutely not mine to have, at least not without Chance begging. But I would earn this moment. Every fucking second of every day, I would figure out how to make these two glad to have a bond with me.

"Kiss first," Faith said.

I gave Chance a final lick before hauling myself up and crawling around their legs until I was braced above Faith. Chance rested on his side, watching us, his finger tracing aimlessly around my mark.

"Are you sure about me?" Faith asked as I started to lower my head. Her brow was furrowed, teeth nibbling on her bottom lip.

"I am, but I should be the one asking you that."

"Why start now?" Chance mused sarcastically.

Faith blinked at me, reaching up to comb through my beard. Her eyes skimmed over my face, studying me, seeing too much. "I am too, actually."

How could you be? I wanted to ask, but the words were too wonderful to make her take them back, and I swooped down, clasping her mouth in mine before she might change her mind. Her lips were sweet, and she hummed as I kissed her, searching eagerly for Chance's flavor. Her hands cupped my throat as she guided me. I'd kissed dozens of women, but this one felt new and confusing, like I was starting from scratch.