With a moan, I move again, falling into a hard, rough pace that has my thighs burning and heat sizzling just under my skin. I let my eyes close, tipping my head back as I try to drown in the feel of him. He groans with every slide. He gasps with every twist of my hips. My release barrels toward me, faster than it’s ever been. I grind my hips into his, and he groans.
“Megan, you need to come.” He sucks in a sharp breath. I tighten around him, clenching my walls as I rise again. “Holy hell. I can’t?—”
His words choke off as his orgasm rushes through him as I slide back down. The feel of his body tightening beneath me has me falling right over the edge. I collapse forward, barely catching myself with my hands beside his head, as the waves crash through me. It feels like they go on forever. Cole arches under me as my lock tightens, and I feel him twitch inside me.
“Holy hell. I didn’t know—didn’t think—Fuck.” He swallows, and I kiss the spot just under his ear. I’ve never heard him cuss so much. It makes me smile. “I’ve never had two happen so fast like that.”
Satisfaction burns through me. Without opening my eyes, I undo the rope, knowing the feel of the knots so intimately I don’t need to see them. His arms are around me in an instant, pulling me closer to him as he buries his head in my shoulder. He shakes under me, and it only adds to my own bliss.
The horrid feeling I left the hospital with is gone.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
His laugh is breathless, disbelieving. “The honor is all mine, Megan. Holy Jesus Christ.”
Thirty-One
MEGAN
Cole turns toward me as I ease out of my bed, drawn to me even as he sleeps. I lean down and run my hand through his hair, luxuriating in his warmth and subtle softness. His scent intensifies for a brief moment before dissipating. With a smirk, I press a kiss to his temple, then step away from the bed.
I throw on a slip dress and twist my hair into a bun, not yet ready to wash off the scent of Cole and our locking from last night likeI’mthe damn Omega and not him. When I close the door to my room as silently as I can manage, the quiet murmuring of voices fill the hallway. I frown, trying to figure out what has both Charlotte and Marcus up so early after their date last night. Sure, we’re all early risers, but this is even earlier than typical. With a sigh, I follow them and then freeze for a heartbeat when I see them practically eating each other in the family room.
Well, that’s certainly one thing to see at five in the morning.
“Good morning,” I mutter, quickly crossing over to the kitchen and not watching them. I need coffee and somethingsweet, stat. And then I need to crawl back into bed with my Omega so he knows he’s all I could ever want.
“Oh! Good mornings, Megs.” Charlotte’s bright and happy, just like always.
I grab Marcus’s cold brew from the fridge, not having the patience to use the espresso machine today. As I’m pouring some into a mug, Charlotte eases out of Marcus’s lap and crosses the space, sitting in one of the barstools that line the peninsula. Her cheeks are flushed, and her sage scent clings to her along with Marcus’s nutmeg. Marcus is slower to walk over, running his hand down his face as he stands from the couch.
“ Good morning,” he offers after a minute, a smirk on his lips.
I scoff. “Don’t you start with me. Again, I’ve gone over a year with never seeing your dick. Let’s keep it that way for at least a couple days longer.”
He laughs and runs a hand through his hair.
He’s been doing that more, laughing. Since Cole has moved in, he’s felt more… free. More like the guy I knew in college.
“Fine. That’s fine,” he says. Then he clears his throat, and the wry humor melts off of him. “Actually, I’m glad you came down alone. We wanted to talk to you about the match.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What about it?”
I’m not like either of them. I’m way more private about… well, most things, but especially partners. Sure, it’s obvious enough that Cole and I spent the night together. But I don’t really want to talk about it. At all. It’s just not who I am.
“Well, Marcus and I were talking last night,” Charlotte says, braiding her hair back from her face, “and we’d like to know how you feel about signing the paperwork early.”
Yes.
Before I can say anything, though, she continues, her voice gaining that lilt that says she’s nervous. “I mean, only if you’re willing to, of course. It’s just that it feels kind of perfect, youknow? I don’t think we really need the next two weeks to make sure the four of us work well together. It’s clear we already do. And I’d really like to have it finalized before the season starts. It’s going to be a lot of long days, and it’s not like I’m going to have a weekend off until practically Christmas itself, so?—”
“Of course.” I cut off her spiral, taking a long drink of the coffee. “I’m more than happy to have the finalization paperwork processing early. Have you decided what kind of stacking rings to get him?”
Stacking rings are the traditional gift a pack gives their Omega when they finalize the Council’s match, one for each person that belongs to the Omega. The styles and shapes change depending on the Omega, adjusting for their taste and the pack’s budget. I can already see the thin, decorative piece of metal I would pick for Cole in my mind. Thank goodness we’ve been saving so heavily since becoming active with the Council.
“We’ve talked about it,” Charlotte says. “We thought maybe we could get them today or tomorrow during my lunch break.”
“Cole’s going to want to have a car pick us up.”
