She laughs, watery but real. “Hi.”
“I want to see you.” I push back inside slowly, watching her face, watching her eyes roll back with pleasure. “Want to watch you when I knot you.”
“Ben.” Her hands come up to cup my face, and my heart stutters at the look in her eyes. She’s looking at me like I’m everything. Like this means as much to her as it does to me.
I start to move. Slower this time, gentler. This isn’t about chasing an orgasm anymore. It’s about connection. About showing her, with my body, everything I’m not brave enough to say with words.
I love you. I’ve loved you for years. I used to joke just to see you smile, and I never realized it was because your smile made everything else bearable.
I can’t say any of that. So I kiss her instead. Put every feeling, every thought, every hope I’ve been too scared to acknowledge into that kiss.
She kisses me back just as desperately, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper.
“Ben.” My name is a prayer in her mouth. “I feel?—”
“I know.” I cut her off with a kiss. I don’t want her to finish that sentence. Don’t want either of us to say something we might regret when the heat clears. “I know, sweetheart.”
My knot is swelling faster now, catching at her rim with every thrust. The pressure is building, inevitable, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.
“I’m close,” I warn her. “Gonna knot you. You ready?”
“Yes.” She pulls me down for another kiss. “Want to feel you. Want all of you.”
I thrust hard one last time, forcing my knot past her rim. The stretch makes her gasp against my mouth, and then we’re locked together, sealed tight. My orgasm hits like a freight train.
I come so hard my vision whites out. I can feel myself pulsing inside her, filling her with jet after jet of release, and her pussy is milking me, pulling every drop deeper. She’s coming too, I realize distantly. Coming just from the feeling of my knot inside her.
Mine. She’s mine. They’re mine. We’re pack.
The bite urge hits me like a punch to the gut.
Her neck is right there. I could sink my teeth in and make this permanent. Make her ours forever. My whole body trembles with the effort of holding back.
No. She asked us not to. She trusted us.
I bury my face in her shoulder instead and just breathe. The urge recedes slowly, one agonizing second at a time.
“Ben?” Her voice is soft, concerned. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I lift my head, look into her eyes. “More than okay.”
Her expression softens. She reaches up, traces her fingers along my jaw, my cheekbone, my brow. Like she’s memorizing my face.
“Thank you,” she whispers. “For all of it.”
“Thank me after the heat’s over.” I try for a grin, but it comes out shaky. “When you’ve got a clear head and you still want me around.”
“Ben.” She cups my face, makes me look at her. Her eyes are soft, searching. She opens her mouth like she wants to say something, then closes it again. Instead, she just pulls me down for another kiss.
It feels like a promise. I hope it’s a promise.
We stay like that for a long time, locked together, breathing each other’s air. My knot pulses lazily inside her, and every few minutes her pussy clenches around me, making both of us shiver.
“The heat’s almost over,” she murmurs eventually. “I can feel it. This was the last wave.”
“How do you feel?”
“Tired.” She laughs softly. “Sore. Like I’ve been thoroughly fucked by three alphas for the past day and a half.”
