And god, she's happy. So happy it makes my chest ache.
I'm still coming, wave after wave, my knot swelling to full size as rope after rope of cum floods her pussy. So much of it—weeks of wanting her, needing her, loving her—all of it pumping into her, marking her, claiming her.
Through our new bond, I feel her orgasm too—she's coming again from the bite, from the bond snapping into place, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my knot as she milks every drop from me.
The feedback loop is incredible—my pleasure amplifying hers, hers amplifying mine, both of us drowning in sensation and emotion and love.
When awareness returns, we're both shaking, gasping, and I can feel her through the bond. Not just her emotions—I can feel the physical too. How full she feels with my knot. How my cum is still pulsing into her. How satisfied and claimed and loved she feels.
"Holy fuck," I manage, laughing breathlessly. "Bea. Baby. That was?—"
"Yeah." She's crying happy tears, and I can feel her joy through the bond. "River—I can feel you. Everything. Your love, your happiness, your satisfaction—oh god—you're still coming."
"Can't help it," I say, grinning even though I'm trembling. "The bond—fuck—I can feel what you're feeling too. How good my knot feels inside you. How full you are. How much you love this."
"Love you," she corrects, pulling me down for a kiss. "I love you so much."
"Love you too, baby. So fucking much." I press my forehead to hers, both of us trembling with the intensity. "My omega. My bonded mate. Mine."
When awareness returns, we're tangled together, both breathing hard.
"Holy shit," I manage.
"Yeah." She's crying, but they're happy tears. "I can feel you. River, I can feel everything you feel."
"I know, baby. I feel you too." It's incredible. Overwhelming. Perfect. "And you love me."
"So much." She's smiling through the tears. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." I press my forehead to hers, marveling at this bond connecting us. "My omega. My Bea."
Through the bond, I can also feel Seth—distant but there, his happiness and support flooding through. He's not jealous. He's not hurt. He's just happy we're happy. I can sense him in the house, feeling our pleasure through his bond with Bea, proud and satisfied.
"Seth's proud of us," Bea murmurs, feeling it too. "He can feel how good you made me feel."
"Of course he is. We're pack." I kiss her softly, tasting her tears. "Two bonds down, one to go."
"Grayson," she says, and I feel a complicated flutter of emotion through our bond. Want and fear and anticipation all mixed together. And underneath—arousal. She's already thinking about his cock, his knot, his bite.
"When you're ready," I assure her. "No rush. But Bea? He's waiting for you. And he won't wait forever."
"I know." She touches the two claiming marks on her throat—Seth's on the right, mine on the left. "But right now, I just want to enjoy this. You and me. Your knot inside me. Your cum filling me."
"Fuck." My cock twitches inside her at her words, and she gasps. "Keep talking like that and I'm going to knot you again."
"We're already knotted," she points out, a smile in her voice.
"My knot can swell even bigger if you keep being filthy." I nuzzle into her neck, breathing in her scent—now permanently mixed with mine. "But you're right. Let's just feel this."
We lie there together, learning this new bond. I send her waves of affection and feel her send them back. But it's not just emotions—I can feel physical sensations too. The way my knot stretches her. The way my cum is still leaking into her pussy in small pulses. The satisfying fullness she feels, the rightness of being claimed and marked and bonded.
"This is really real," she says quietly. "We're bonded. I can feel everything—your emotions, your satisfaction, even your—" She stops, blushing.
"My cock inside you?" I finish, grinning. "Yeah. That bond goes both ways, baby. I can feel how good my knot feels stretching your pussy. How full you are. How satisfied."
"It's overwhelming."
"Best kind of overwhelming." I can feel my knot starting to deflate finally—we've been locked together almost forty minutes. "You ready? This might feel weird."
