Without thinking, I grab her, sliding my hands in her hair and pulling her back with me into the bed, my body brushing up against Emmett’s. I’m vaguely aware that barely weeks ago, touching Emmett, even like this, would have thrown probably the both of us into an argument—or me into a panic—but now, it’s like knowing his body is there, knowing my pack is here in such an intimate way…
Beta feels comfortable.
Beta feels loved.
I let my hands rove over Auryn, my fingertips touching her everywhere I can.
I already came, which I didn’t expect. But it seems when it comes to Auryn, I can’t help but give my alpha what she craves; after all, she and my pack give me the things I crave, as well.
No one’s ever touched me like Auryn touches me, and I don’t think anyone will ever touch me the way she does ever again.
Since Auryn has shown up, I’ve learned what comfort truly feels like. I crave it. Her comfort. Her warmth. Her sweet, sweet cinnamon spice and peppercorn scent. The smooth feel of her skin beneath my fingertips or her hair spilling through my fingers as I grip it. Her mouth. God, I don't think there’s a spot on my body that her mouth has touched that hasn’t driven me to hunger, though I’m sure my hunger is far different than what my alphas hunger for. But no one makes me feel as if that’s a bad thing. In fact it’s the opposite. We’re all spent, including me, but no one pushes me or makes any comment as I wrap my arms around my alpha, twisting my legs between hers as I grip her hair, and the words fall out of my mouth so easily, it feels like pure instinct.
“I love you,” I say, my voice steady, stronger than I’ve ever heard it. I don’t whisper, I don’t shy away, I don’t apologize. For once, I just do what feels right. The room is silent except for the heavy breathing of my packmates. Auryn’s eyes glisten, and the corners of her lips turn up. I swallow, taking a breath before the next words make themselves known. Because I know once I say them, I can’t take them back. But…why would I want to? Why would I want to ever take back the truth?
“I loveallof you.” I almost worry that I’ve said the wrong thing or ruined the moment because Auryn only stares at me with glassy eyes, looking like she’s about to cry. My heart catches in my throat, my entire body thrumming with anticipation and anxiety.
I’ve never told anyone that, and I’m pretty sure this is not the reaction that is supposed to happen.
Fuck.
Just as I open my mouth to apologize, I feel Auryn grab me. I half expect her to say something, half expect that when she moves slowly, she’s going to kiss me. But she does neither of those things.
What she does is so much better.
Her mouth latches onto my throat, and her lips against my skin are soft, warm, and slightly wet.
But it’s herteethon my flesh that makes my spine straighten and my dick twitch.
The sound that escapes my throat is most certainly a whine, but this time I don’t feel self-conscious. Because it feels natural, and I don’t dislike how it sounds.
My eyes fall shut as her tongue slides over the spot where she is biting and kissing me. Emmett’s hand slides down my hip as a purr rumbles through the room.
“Same, asshole,” Emmett says, his voice tinged with humor. Auryn’s lips pull off of my neck, and she looks down at me, her growl just as strong if not stronger than any other alpha in the room.
And all at once it’s like the sight of her ignites some long-lost part of me I didn’t know existed until I saw her. Until this very moment.
Without thinking I grab her neck, and I sink my teeth into her with a groan.
Her blood pools to the surface, faint and sweet. It’s not metallic like I would expect. It tastes…
Good. It’s not something I’d want on a regular basis–that would be weird–but I don’t hate how it tastes or feels on my tongue.
I’m vaguely aware that I’m semi-hard again, but I don’t think about it. I think it’s just a natural reaction to Auryn. To knowing that this—this instinctual bond that exists between us—is the only thing I’ve ever truly desired.
And it’s not about the instinct.It’s not about the sex. Hell, I don’t think it’s even about the science, and Auryn is definitely a scientific discovery of epic proportions.
No, I think this—this bond I have with Auryn and no one else—it’s about something so much deeper.
It’s fate. It’s a natural, primal order. It was written in her blood, and in mine.
She was meant to find me. To find us.To bring us all together.
“Santa mierda!”
I hear Gage mutter, “You said it, Diego,” his voice faint. When I pull my mouth from Auryn’s neck, I kiss her. Harder than I think I’ve ever kissed her before, but the chemicals in my brain are all over the place right now. I’ve never felt like this. Ever. I don’t want this feeling to end. I tell her I love her. Over and over again as I kiss her, because it’s the truth, and now that I’ve said it, I don’t want to ever stop because I like how it feels. The words on my tongue, mixed with her blood.
She grabs me softly, her voice barely a whisper. “I love you, too, Olly.” I’m faintly aware that her voice is so low I don’t think anyone else can hear her.
