“Yeah?” I pull back and slam in again. She wails. “Feel that? Feel how deep I am?”
“Yes... yes... more... please...”
I start fucking her. Really fucking her. No gentleness, no restraint—just three years of want finally finding release. The headboard slams against the wall. The bed groans. She’s screaming beneath me, her nails clawing my back, her legs locked around my waist.
“So tight,” I groan. “So fucking tight and wet and perfect. Been dreaming about this pussy for three years...”
“Ben...” She’s gasping, her body arching beneath me. “Harder... please... need it harder...”
I give her harder. Pound into her until she’s incoherent, until she’s just making sounds, until the only word she can form is my name.
“That’s it.” I’m losing control, my thrusts going ragged. “Take it. Take all of me. Gonna fill you up. Gonna knot this perfect pussy...”
“Yes...” She’s nearly screaming. “Yes, need your knot, need it, Ben please... please... I need it so bad...”
My knot starts to swell at her words.
“Feel that?” I grind into her, the base of my cock stretching her wider. “Feel my knot getting bigger?”
“Yes...” Her voice is wrecked, her body shaking. “Please, give it to me, need it inside me...”
“Gonna give you everything.” I thrust harder, my knot catching on her entrance. “Gonna lock myself inside you. Fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum. Make you mine.”
“Please... Ben... please please please...”
The knot swells fully, stretching her impossibly wide. She’s moaning, clutching at me, and then it pops inside her and locks into place.
She shatters.
Her orgasm triggers mine. I’m coming so hard I can’t see, can’t breathe, my cock pulsing inside her, pumping her full. She’s clenching around my knot in rhythmic waves that milk every drop from me.
“I love you,” I gasp against her throat. “Tessa. Fuck. I love you...”
I find the right side of her throat, opposite Milo’s mark, and bite down hard.
The bond snaps into place.
And suddenly it’s not just Tessa flooding into me. It’s everything.
Milo’s satisfaction humming in the background. His love for her, for me, for this pack we’re building. And Tessa in the center, her emotions crashing through me like a hurricane. Love and pleasure and relief and this overwhelming feeling of finally, finally, finally.
I can feel both of them. Connected through her. Pack.
“Oh,” she sobs. “Ben. I can feel you both. I can feel... everything...”
“I know.” I’m crying too. Actual tears streaming down my face. Three years of jokes and deflection, and now I’m crying into my omega’s neck because I’m so fucking happy. “I can feel you too. Both of you. It’s...
I can’t find words. For once in my life, I have nothing funny to say.
A purr starts in my chest. Deep and rumbling, vibrating through both of us. She melts into the sound, going soft and pliant, and through the bond I feel her contentment wash over me.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers. “The purring. Please.”
“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 making her clench around me, and I feel each one through the bond. Feel her satisfaction. Her completeness.
“Elijah,” she murmurs eventually. “Need to... need him too.”
