Strong enough for this.
The door closes behind us. Moonlight spills through the windows. She pulls back from the kiss, breathing hard, and looks around.
“You made all of this,” she whispers. “The bed. The dresser. All of it.”
I nod. Words are stuck in my throat.
“It’s beautiful.”
You’re beautiful. I want to say it. Can’t make the words come.
So I show her instead.
I push the ruined flannel off her shoulders. It falls to the floor, leaving her bare. Two marks on her throat. Skin flushed from Ben and Milo’s attention. Slick glistening on her inner thighs.
Mine.
“Elijah...”
“I built this bed for you.” The words come out rough. “Three months ago.”
Her eyes go wide. “Three months...”
“Before I knew. Before any of this.” I step closer, my hands finding her waist. “Made the frame strong enough for a pack. Carved the headboard with mountains because you love the view from the overlook. Built it hoping someday you’d be in it.”
She kisses me before I can finish.
It’s not gentle. She kisses me like she’s trying to crawl inside me, her hands pulling at my shirt, her body pressing againstmine. I let her strip me, shirt, jeans, everything, until we’re both bare.
“Elijah.” She’s looking at my body, my cock hard and aching. “Please. I need...”
I lift her. Carry her to the bed. Lay her down on sheets I made myself, in a room I built for this, for her, for pack.
She spreads her thighs for me without being asked.
I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed and bury my face in her pussy.
She screams.
I don’t tease. Don’t build slowly. That’s not how I work. When I build something, I build it with focus. Intensity. Complete attention.
I eat her the same way.
My tongue finds her clit and I work her relentlessly. No games. No teasing. Just focused, deliberate pressure exactly where she needs it. She’s slick—so slick—from Ben and Milo, and I can taste them on her, taste her, taste pack.
“Oh god...” She’s gripping my hair, pulling hard. “Elijah... Elijah...”
I push two fingers inside her and crook them hard.
She wails. Her back arches off the bed, her thighs clamping around my head. She’s so wet my fingers slide in like nothing, and I can feel Ben and Milo’s cum inside her, mixing with her slick.
Mine next.
“Please...” Her voice breaks. “Please, I need... need more...”
I add a third finger. Stretch her wider. She cries out, her whole body shuddering, and I feel her clenching around me.
“Elijah... please... I can’t... need you... need your cock...”
