She seems to sense that I don’t have the stamina like before, that while the romantic thing might be to make this a long,drawn out occasion, I can’t actually manage that. She presses a single kiss to the underside of my dick, causing it to twitch, and then rises above me, guiding me inside her. I groan as she takes all of me, as her hips wedge against my own. I grip her hips, my tremor worse than before. She holds us there, suspended in time, and soaks me in, her eyes catching every nuance, every line and flinch and shudder.
“Does your head hurt?” she asks, spreading her palms on my chest.
“A little,” I admit.
“Close your eyes,” she whispers.
“I want to see you.”
Her throat ripples with a hard, sudden swallow. She leans forward and kisses me, soft and deep. And then she moves. My thoughts fall away, the intimate sensations flowing through my body a welcome change from all the changes over the last two weeks. Heat builds between my hips and at the base of my spine.
Our scents mingle together, her raspberry so damn strong. Her walls clench tighter, and I groan.
“Megan, please,” I mutter.
With a smile pressed against my cheek, she speeds up. Fuck, I’m so damn close already. Again. Always, it seems with them.
“Touch me, Cole.”
The order whips through me. I slip my hand over her hip and press a thumb to her clit, keeping my movements small, controlled. She shudders and then freezes. Before I can brace for it, her lips are parting over my other collarbone, and her teeth are sinking into my skin. The dual pain of the bite and the sudden, violent orgasm, has my back arching off the floor.
I scream, overwhelmed by the flow of pleasure and sensation across the new bond. When I finally can think through it, can feel the rug under my skin and her warm body above me again, I wrap my shaking arms around her, keeping her tight to me.
“You’re not alone, either,” I whisper into her hair. “I love you.”
And later that night, when Charlotte and Marcus come home, their hands intertwined, their eyes catch on the scabbed, healing mark that adorns my right collarbone that’s only halfway visible under my shirt. And then the four of us are a heap on the floor of the kitchen, tears and laughter and a steady warmth I never thought I’d have.
Epilogue
FOUR YEARS LATER
COLE
“Daddy, look!”
Drake pulls on my hands, forcing my attention away from my own dads. His bright blue eyes stare up at me from under the waterfall of blond hair that’s just like his mother’s. The moment he realizes I’m paying attention, he turns and points across the room. Some of Violet’s friends stand there, chatting amongst themselves. They’re members from the LA Philharmonic. Jasper stands with them, laughing, his hands in his pockets. One of them glances up as Marcus closes the front door behind him.
“Marcus,” he says, surprise in his voice. “What brings you out here from New York?”
“Oh, I forgot you wouldn’t know,” Jasper turns to the other man. “Marcus is part of Pack Harper, Violet’s brother’s pack.”
Drake’s voice drowns out the man’s reply. “Daddy! I say hi!”
He pulls on me again. I let my gaze drop from where Marcus and the man are hugging and focus on my son.
“Yes, bug, you can go say hi to Jasper.”
He grins and then bolts. I watch as he navigates the quickly filling room as more of Violet’s friends and her pack’s families arrive for her celebration. Jasper grabs him before he can take out his knees, pulling him into his arms.
“Hey, Drake,” he says, a smile light up his face.
“Of all the people in this family to love, he picked the Beta,” Scarlett says, a warmth in her voice, as she slides into the stool beside me.
Papa laughs. “Jasper has a way with people. And he doesn’t growl when he’s in a bad mood. That cuts out most of the people available to Drake.”
Scarlett grins. “That’s true.”
And then her attention is pulled away by her daughter tugging on her sleeve.
