I nod, and when he thrusts harder, his knot swelling, I find my mouth stretched impossibly wide. There’s a moment of panic, but then it all goes away as his cum jets down my throat.
I float in white pleasure, lost in the feel of them and the feeling that this is right, the only right thing in my life. Mordecai pulls away too soon, and I mourn the loss of him. He lays down in the grass beside us, breathing hard.
Jarek is next, pulling out of me and sitting back on trembling legs.
Cadel just wraps his arms around me and holds me to him.
“Was that all right?” he asks.
“It was perfect,” I whisper. “The most perfect day ever.”
“Kaida, no matter what happens, you know that we belong to you, right?”
I turn a surprised look to Jarek. “Of course.”
“And you belong to us.”
I nod. “I know.”
“Don’t ask us to run. We won’t leave you now. It’s us together.”
Together. That word rings in my head. I see Jarek in tears, holding my face, saying it. An icy chill crawls down my spine.
We lay there in silence until it starts to get cold. Mordecai gets me to stand still while he dresses me slowly. Jarek drags his fingers through my hair, removing all the leaves and grass. Cadel is the one who takes my hand, carefully leading me as we head back to camp. I take one last look before we go, wondering if I will ever have a day as wonderful as this one has been. Somehow, I don’t think I will.
Chapter 55
Your stars are still there
We laughed and smiled, almost forgetting who we were during the feast Bear threw us a day after our vows. I’ve never had so much choice, thick meaty stew, grilled fish, roasted veggies with herbs that made them taste divine. I haven’t eaten so well in years.
The fiddle player came out after we’d mostly finished eating, laughing with his friends as he tuned the instrument. I watched, like I watched families eating, those people at markets living. It’s a world I have never been able to experience.
When he starts to play, I forget food; I forget everything. All I can do is watch, mesmerized. The music is low and soft, poignant. I lean against Mordecai’s shoulder and sigh as the melody swirls around us.
“It’s so beautiful,” I whisper.
Music is rare; it’s been rare in my life because it draws attention; it brings people together, and groups of people bring the Beta’s Path. So, instead of singing, whistling, or playing music, silence became our lifestyle and music something that was a dream.
I don’t even know any songs, but I do know that it’s beautiful.
“What are you thinking?” Mordecai asks.
“I’m thinking that I will never forget this night. I’ve never had a night like it. Food, music, friends.”
Mordecai looks startled for a second, but then he closes his hand over mine and stands up, pulling me with him.
“What are we doing?” I ask with a nervous glance at Jarek.
“Dancing. It’s on the list.”
“You can dance?” I ask, glancing back at the others as he tugs me towards the fire.
“Yes, I can, and I’ll show you how.”
The last time I danced was with Walker, and it was more us jumping around. I don’t say that, though. Mordecai pulls me into his arms, and then the fiddle starts again, this time playing a fast, lively tune.
Mia sings, her voice deep and rich and so beautiful I want to cry. More people get up and join us, but I’m lost in the music, the spinning, and the alpha that has me in his arms.
