Reluctantly, he slides out of me as soon his knot deflates. He’s still hard as a rock, so it’s difficult not to reach out and beg for him to claim me again. However, without his body heat, I notice that he’s right. It has gotten cold.
He tenderly helps me to my feet and back into my dress, fumbling with the zipper and swearing under his breath. I stop myself from telling him I can dress myself because I sense his deep desire to take care of me, and I want to let him.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks as we get to the bike.
“Okay? I’m amazing,” I say, although I’m a little unsteady. Multiple orgasms can definitely affect your balance. I cringe, looking down at the pool of slick where we were lying. “Although I may have ruined your jacket.”
His lips curve into a smile that quickly twists sharply downward. “You’re hurt.” His stare hardens, landing on my wrists. “I lost control. I?—”
Confused, I look down to find red marks from where his fingers gripped me. I’m sure they’ll fade by morning, but by the way he looks at them, you’d think I was missing limbs.
The smell of a storm rolls in as his unrest peaks. It’s surreal, how I feel his worry as if it were my own.
“I’m not hurt.”
I sense he’s pulling away, and my stomach lurches at the thought of being parted from him. It’s more than a craving—it’s a need. The need to be close to him is overwhelming. I need him to see that I’m okay.
I gently take his hand and put it on my chest, hoping my steady heartbeat will calm him. I won’t let his guilt ruin this moment. This perfect moment when I finally have everything I ever wanted.
“I wanted this,” I whisper. “All of it. All of you. You’re what I’ve been missing and everything I needed.”
“And I didn’t scare you?”
“Never.”
There’s a faint buzzing under my skin where his hand rests. His anguish stings, but it also gives me an idea. I move his hand to my neck, to our bond mark. I read somewhere that the bite site can temporarily heighten your connection when touched. “Can you feel that?” My mark warms. “Can you feel how I’m feeling?”
His eyes widen, breathing heavily while focusing, then his shoulders relax.
“You’re really not afraid, are you?”
“No.” I smile, sharing in his elation from the realization that makes me feel like I’m floating. “You’re not a bad guy, Damon. You’re mine.”
THIRTY-SEVEN
Damon
I take Faye back to the pack house. I’m not allowed in Omega Village, and there’s no way we can part so soon after bonding. While our bodies adjust to the connection, being apart causes extreme mental and physical pain. Right now, Faye is an extension of me.
Official recommendations say that we should stay together for at least one week. However, I can’t imagine ever wanting to let Faye out of my sight again. I was already fiercely protective over her, but bonding has taken it to another level. My entire axis shifted with one bite, putting her at the center of my universe.
I already knew I loved her. I fell hard from the moment I saw her, but bonding forges feelings even deeper than love. The person becomes your home. Your safe place. Your very reason for existing. Faye sees me. The real me … and she fucking chose me.
“Ready?” I ask, taking her hand as we stop in front of the pack house.
Alphas and omegas yearn for physical contact after bonding. My cock is already rock-hard, desperate to be inside her again,wanting to be as close to her as possible. Unfortunately, I have to face my packmates first.
The moment we step through the door, complete chaos descends.
“Where the fuck have you been, Damon?” Cole explodes. “You’ve been ignoring your phone! Sabs told us there was an incident at the party with alphas, and Faye got hurt. You should have called!” Not giving me the chance to respond, he turns, yelling loudly to the others. “They’re here!”
“Faye?” Ren races through from the living room. “Are you okay?”
Faye opens her mouth to answer as Laz vaults down the stairs while talking into his phone. “It’s okay, Sabs. They’re here. Yes, Faye’s with him. I’ll call you tomorrow.” He hangs up then sniffs. “Fuck, it smells good.”
A stab of guilt jabs in my stomach at seeing how much the guys dote on her. I should have called. That would have been the logical thing to do. It was stupid not to tell them, but all I cared about was Faye and making sure she got the help she needed.
“Faye got hurt!” Spittle flies from Cole’s mouth. “We could have met you at the clinic.”
