I give her harder. Pound into her until she’s screaming, until the bed’s shaking, until nothing exists but the slick grip of her body and the sounds she’s making.
“That’s it.” I’m barely coherent. “Take it. Take all of me. So fucking good, Tessa...”
“I need...” She’s gasping, her nails raking down my back. “Need your knot. Please, I need it. Need you to knot me...”
My knot starts to swell at her words, like her begging pulled it out of me.
“Feel that?” I thrust harder, the base of my cock catching on her entrance. “Feel my knot starting to swell?”
“Yes...” Her voice is wrecked, her body shaking. “Yes, please, need it, need it so bad...”
“Gonna give it to you.” I slam into her, my knot stretching her wider with every thrust. “Gonna lock you to me. Fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum.”
“Please... Milo... please...”
The knot swells fully, catches on her entrance—stretches her wide, so wide—and then locks into place with a pop that makes us both scream.
She comes instantly. Her whole body seizes around me, clenching on my knot in rhythmic pulses that pull my own orgasm from somewhere deep. I’m coming harder than I’ve ever come in my life, pumping into her, filling her, my cock pulsing with every wave.
“I love you,” I gasp against her throat. “Tessa. Fuck. I love you...”
My teeth find the left side of her throat. The perfect spot. The place where I’ll leave my mark forever.
I bite down, breaking skin.
The bond snaps into place like a key turning in a lock.
And suddenly I can feel her.
Not just her body wrapped around mine. Her. Her emotions flooding through me like a tidal wave. Love and relief and joy and this overwhelming sense of finally, finally, finally.
I can feel how full she feels. How complete. How the stretch of my knot inside her is making her see stars.
“Oh god.” Her voice is awed, broken. “Milo. I can feel you. In my head. Everywhere.”
“I know.” I’m shaking. Crying. Can’t tell anymore where I end and she begins. “I can feel you too. Feel everything.”
I lick over the bite mark, sealing it, and a purr starts in my chest. Deep and rumbling, automatic. She melts into the sound immediately, her body going soft and pliant around me.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers. “The purring. Don’t stop.”
“Couldn’t if I tried.”
We stay locked together while my knot slowly softens. Every few minutes another wave of pleasure rolls through her—aftershocks from the bonding, from the knot still pulsing insideher—and I feel each one through the bond. Feel her satisfaction. Her peace.
Her love.
“The others,” she murmurs eventually, her voice sleepy.
Right. Ben and Elijah. Waiting in the living room. My packmates, who are about to become her alphas too.
Through the bond, I feel her anticipation. Her love, expanding to make room for more. Not replacing what we have, but adding to it.
“Whenever you’re ready,” I tell her.
“Mm.” She nuzzles into my neck. “Few more minutes. Like being full of you.”
I press a kiss to her hair and keep purring.
