I tug at his clothes, pawing at him like a wild animal. Shirt. Off! I whine when his belt takes too long, relief unwinding someof my taut muscles when his pants come off quickly. Clothes are thrown across the room until we’re both naked, the marble counter chilly against my ass as the smell of my slick fills the room.
“Tell me where,” he whispers.
He licks down the side of my neck with the point of his tongue then turns his head to scent mark me with his cheek, causing oxytocin to torpedo through me. When he licks the healing mark from Damon’s bite, which has increased sensitivity, I moan. I can’t imagine how sensitive I’ll be when I have four.
My skin heats as the anticipation builds.
“There,” I gasp when he hits the right spot, in the crux between my neck and shoulder. I rock my hips, rubbing my wet pussy against him. “Right there.”
I widen my legs as far as I can when his cock nudges my entrance. I need him. All of him. We lock gazes as he slides inside of me slowly, cautiously. The delicious stretch makes me groan, my legs wrapping around him and my back arching to enjoy the feel of my pussy opening up for him. He’s deliberate, enjoying every second as he inches farther, until he’s buried to the hilt. While this is a deeply animalistic act, there is a lingering intention behind his motions and his eyes don’t leave mine, amplifying the intensity of this special moment.
We’re not just choosing each other. By bonding with a pack leader, we’re creating a family and binding everyone together. After this, I’m a Silverwood in the eyes of the law.
His knot inflates as my pleasure peaks, and I push my pussy into him, allowing the friction to drive my clit wild.
“You’re ours, Faye.” His husky murmur sends vibrations coursing through me. “The Silverwood omega.”
“Yes.” I run my hands up his back and over his broad, muscular shoulders. Shoulders that carry the burden and responsibility of everyone else. “I am, alpha.”
His thrusts quicken, completely surrendering to the sensation. My inner omega wants his knot.
“I need it,” I whine. “Bite me, alpha. Please.”
His lips caress my neck, kissing the spot right before he thrusts deep and holds himself there. The moment his canines sink into my skin, my entire body instantly feels like it’s imploding. I hold onto him for dear life as his knot swells and locks us together, making us one.
“Yes! Fuck yes!” I succumb to a life-changing orgasm. I quake, powerless to stop the brutal pleasure even if I wanted to. It’s an orgasm of absolute surrender. My body gives him everything. “I’m yours, alpha.”
I feel Cole now–not just his massive knot filling me like his life depends on it, but his emotions. His desire to protect. His unwavering loyalty. His protective drive. His overwhelming bliss. All of it slams into me in an intoxicating rush.
He’s my steady anchor. The leader who holds the Silverwood Pack together. I’m a sweaty mess as he licks over my wound, sealing it, but I've never felt better.
It’s done.
“And I’m yours, little omega,” he gasps, still reeling from the intensity.
He turns his neck. A sign of submission. An invitation.
“Right there?” I stroke a spot on his neck, right next to his pulsing vein. “Somewhere everyone can see?”
“Yes, I want everyone to know I’m yours.” He nips at my ear. “I’ve never been prouder to be an alpha. Mark me, little omega. Make me yours.”
I bite him, and fuck…
He goes wild.
The minute I pull back, he bucks with primal ferocity, catapulting me to new dizzying heights of pleasure. Seeing my little red crescent moon indentations on such a powerful alpha is the biggest turn on.
When my waves of ecstasy finally subside, I realize tears soak my cheeks.
“Little omega.” He kisses a tear away, still locked inside me. “Are you hurt? Was I too rough?”
“No.” I nuzzle into him. “It was perfect. So perfect.”
He smiles, wiping my cheeks. I can feel his elation, wonderment, curiosity through the bond, similar to how it feels with Damon.
“Just like you.” He threads his fingers through my hair. “I never thought I’d find love before I met you, Faye Nightingale. But you’ve changed everything. I love you.”
Now my eyes brim with so many tears I can’t see. We may not be in a nest, or even a house with furniture, but we’re in our new home.
