“Knox, oh my God, Knox!” Harper’s legs had pulled me in so hard there was no where to go.
It hit then.
My own release was there in reach.
Before I could blink and form another thought, I had started to pulse inside of her. The sound of my name on her lips was the sweetest thing I'd ever heard. My teeth found her shoulder, biting down just enough to mark her as mine, but not break the skin. Not yet. That would come with her permission.
"Mine," I growled against her neck. "You're mine now, Harper."
"Yes," she gasped, her body clenching around me as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. "Yours, Knox. I'm yours."
Her admission sent me over the edge. My knot swelled to its full size, catching at her entrance, our bodies sealed together as if by ancient design. My vision blurred at the edges, stars exploding behind my eyelids as my release pulsed through me in hot waves. Harper's fingernails carved half-moons into my shoulders, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps against my neck. Something fundamental shifted in my chest a lock clicking into place, a puzzle piece finding home.
For a while, we lay there, panting and still connected, waiting for the swelling of my knot to go down. It’d probably take another twenty minutes to go down.
She felt cooler beneath and I rolled us so that she was on top and laying on my chest, still connected.
“That was…intense,” Harper admitted quietly.
“That’s what happens when you find someone you’re compatible with,” I let the unsaid thing hang between us.
“True mates?” Harper asked. “You think that’s what we are?”
“You know its something to it,” I ran my fingers down her spine finding traces of sweat still remaining.
Harper nestled in closer on my chest, and yawn hit her lips. “Fevers gone…”
Before I knew it, her soft snores were filling the air. All I could do was hold her and savor what had just happened. I’d just bonded with the Omega doctor and she didn’t quite seem to believe we were truly meant to be.
For now, I would just enjoy having her this close.
I didn’t know how to explain that she was mine now. That she was my omega and my mate and that I was never letting her go.
Not after this.
Not after claiming her.
Chapter 9
Harper
My eyes couldn't leave the damn mirror.
I stood in the bathroom, knowing it was entirely too late. My fingers, trembling, ran over the bruises on my body where Knox's hands had gripped too hard. There were even bite marks trailing along the ridge of my shoulders.
And the claiming mark! God, the fucking claiming mark was vivid and unmistakable against my neck. Just below my ear, were interlocking punctures, a dark red ring, that was going to pucker up into a scar.
"Fuck," I whispered, my voice hoarse. It had to be from all the begging I'd done. Especially when he'd fucked me for a third time.
"You okay in there?" Knox called through the door.
I jumped and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around myself like armor.
"I'm fine," I answered.
I heard him take a breath. "Harper..." he started.
Yanking open the door, I met the sight of him and instantly regretted it. "I said I'm fine," I repeated firmly.
