I stand. Climb over her. Position myself at her entrance.
She’s looking up at me with bright eyes and want written all over her face. My omega. My pack. Mine.
“Love you,” I manage. The words scrape out of my throat. “Three years.”
“I know.” She cups my face. “Show me.”
I push inside her with one long stroke.
We both cry out.
She’s tight—impossibly tight—even after Ben and Milo. Her body grips me like a vice, hot and slick and perfect. I bottom out and hold still, buried to the hilt, and for a moment I can’t breathe.
Three years of watching. Three years of wanting. Three years of building things for a pack I wasn’t sure I’d ever have.
And now she’s here. Wrapped around me. Mine.
“So full,” she sobs. “You’re so deep. Can feel you everywhere...”
I start to move.
I don’t talk. Don’t need to. My body says everything I can’t. Every thrust, every stroke, every grunt I can’t hold back. I worship her with my cock the way I’ve worshipped her from afar for three years.
“Yes...” She’s meeting me thrust for thrust, her nails scoring my back. “Yes, Elijah, harder...”
I give her harder. Pound into her until the bed frame groans, until she’s screaming, until nothing exists but the slick grip of her body and the sounds she’s making.
“Elijah...” She’s gasping, her nails scoring my back. “Please... need your knot... need it...”
Through the echoes of Tessa’s bonds with Ben and Milo, I sense their anticipation. Their want. The way their emotions pulse in time with mine.
The last bond. The one that completes the pack.
“Please...” She’s nearly incoherent. “Please, Elijah, need your knot inside me... need you to knot me... please please please...”
My knot starts to swell.
“Feel that?” I grind into her, the base of my cock stretching her wider. “My knot. Getting bigger.”
“Yes...” Her voice is wrecked, desperate. “Yes, give it to me, need it, need to be yours...”
“Already mine.” I thrust harder, my knot catching on her entrance. “Going to lock you to me. Complete the bond. Make us pack forever.”
“Please... Elijah... please...”
The knot swells fully. Stretches her impossibly wide. She’s screaming, shaking, and then it locks into place.
She shatters.
I’ve never seen anyone come so hard. Her whole body seizes around me, clenching on my knot in rhythmic pulses so intense I can feel them in my spine. I follow her over. Coming harder than I’ve ever come, pumping into her, filling her.
“Love you,” I gasp against her throat. “Tessa... love you...”
I find the back of her neck—the spot neither of them marked—and bite down.
The bond snaps into place.
And everything changes.
