He thrust back inside me and I cried out, my arms nearly giving out at the new angle. He was deeper this way, impossibly deep, and when he started moving again I could feel every inch of him sliding against my inner walls, could feel the growing swell of his knot beginning to catch at my entrance with each thrust.
"Your knot." I gasped, pushing back against him, chasing the stretch, the fullness, the promise of what was coming. “Please!"
"Such a good girl…you are going to take it so good." His voice was wrecked, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises, his thrusts growing shorter, sharper, the knot catching and releasing with each stroke. I fisted my hands in the quilt, bracing myself, my whole body trembling with anticipation a hight pitch whine leaving my lips as he thrust harder, and the knot caught at my entrance, stretching me wide, so wide it burned. I whimpered, my body instinctively tensing, but Reid's hand found my lower back, stroking soothingly even as he kept up that relentless pressure.
"Relax." His voice was strained but gentle, his thumb rubbing circles at the base of my spine. "Breathe, sweetheart. Let me in. You can take it. You were made to take it."
I forced myself to breathe, to relax my muscles, and suddenly the knot pushed past the resistance and locked inside me with a wet pop that made us both groan. The stretch was overwhelming, almost too much, the knot pressing against every sensitive nerve inside me. I could feel him pulsing, feel the way we were tied together now, unable to separate until his knot went down.
"Oh god." The words fell from my lips as he ground against me, small movements that rubbed his knot against my inner walls, against that spot that made me see stars. "Oh god, Reid, it's so much, I can feel everything?—"
"I know." He draped himself over my back, his chest hot against my skin, his mouth finding my ear. "I know, sweetheart. You're doing so good. Taking my knot so well." His hips rolled, another wave of pressure that had me keening. "Now I'm going to bite you. Going to mark you as mine. Are you ready?"
"Yes." Tears were streaming down my face but I didn't care, couldn't care about anything except him inside me, around me, about to claim me forever. "Please, Reid. Make me yours."
He pressed his lips to the junction of my neck and shoulder, right where my scent was strongest, and I felt his teeth graze my skin, felt his breath hot and ragged against me.
"Mine." He growled the word against my flesh, and then he bit down. Pain and pleasure exploded through me simultaneously, so intertwined I couldn't separate them. His teeth broke the skin, his mouth sealing over the wound, and something inside me cracked open, something that had been waiting my whole life for this moment. I could feel him — not just physically, but deeper, a new awareness blooming in my chest, a connection that went beyond anything I'd ever experienced.
The orgasm ripped through me without warning, my whole body convulsing, my inner walls clamping down on his knot so hard I heard him shout against my skin. He came with me, his cock pulsing, filling me with wet heat that seemed to go on forever, his teeth still locked in my flesh as we rode out the waves together.
When it was over, we collapsed together onto the quilt, still tied, still connected, his knot keeping him locked inside me. He released his bite, licking the wound gently, soothingly before he moved me so he bared his neck to me to do the same. A low growl left me as I let my teeth sink into his neck.
"Aster." His voice was wrecked, barely more than a whisper, his arms wrapping around me pulling me tight against his chest. "My Aster. My Omega. Mine."
"Yours." I said as I took my teeth out of his knee and pressed against him, savoring the fullness of his knot, the warmth of his body, the new bond singing between us like a live wire. We lay like that for long minutes, maybe hours, time losing all meaning in the golden candlelight. His knot slowly softened, releasing me by increments, and when he finally slipped free I felt the loss like a physical ache.
"How do you feel?" He turned me in his arms, his dark eyes searching my face, his thumb tracing over my cheekbone with infinite tenderness. "Are you okay? Was it... was it what you wanted?"
"It was perfect." I pressed a kiss to his palm, feeling the bond pulse between us, warm and bright and unbreakable. "You're perfect."
A knock at the door made us both turn.
"Reid?" Nolan's voice came through the wood, tight with barely contained need, his pine scent seeping under the door and mixing with the heady smell of sex and bonding in the room. "Is she... can I...?"
Reid looked at me, a question in his eyes. I nodded, my body already beginning to warm again at the thought of what came next, at the thought of Nolan's hands on me, his mouth, his knot.
"She's ready." Reid called, pressing one last kiss to my forehead before rolling off the bed and gathering his clothes. He paused at the door, looking back at me with such love and possession in his eyes that my breath caught. "I'll be right outside, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere."
Then the door opened, and Nolan stepped inside. He looked wrecked already, his hazel eyes blown dark with desire, his sandy hair disheveled like he'd been running his hands through it, his chest heaving beneath his green henley. His pine scent flooded the room, mixing with Reid's cedar and my own lilacs until the air felt thick with want.
"I heard everything." His voice was rough, his eyes fixed on me where I lay sprawled across the quilt, naked and flushed and marked, Reid's bite already scarring red on my shoulder. "Every sound you made. Every time you called his name." He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the lean muscles of his chest, the trail of hair that disappeared beneath his waistband. "It nearly killed me, waiting out there. Listening. Wanting."
"Nolan." I reached for him, my body already responding to his presence, slick gathering between my thighs despite the orgasms I'd already had. "Come here. Please."
He crossed to the bed in three quick strides, kneeling on the mattress, his hands finding my face, his mouth crashing against mine. He tasted like mint and desperation, his tongue sweeping against mine with none of his usual gentleness, all of his careful control finally snapping.
He kissed down my jaw, my neck, his lips finding the unmarked side, the side that was still waiting for his claim. His hand slid down my body, between my thighs, his fingers finding me wet and swollen and sensitive. "I’ve been thinking of this…how you'd look with my bite on your skin."
I whimpered as his fingers circled my clit, my hips lifting into his touch, my body already primed and desperate despite what Reid and I had just done. Or maybe because of it — the bond was still fresh and raw, making everything more intense, every sensation magnified.
"You're so wet." Nolan groaned against my throat, two fingers sliding inside me easily, his palm grinding against my clit in a way that made my toes curl. "So ready for me. Did Reid stretch you out nice and wide? Get you ready for my knot?"
"Yes." The word came out as a moan, my hips rocking against his hand, chasing the pleasure building in my core. "Nolan, please, I need you inside me. Need to feel you."
He pulled back, stripping off his remaining clothes with quick, efficient movements, his cock springing free, hard and flushed and perfect. He was long and thick, his knot already beginning to swell at the base, and my mouth watered at the sight of him.
"On your back." His voice was gentle but firm, the healer in him coming through even now, his hands guiding me to the center of the nest, arranging pillows beneath my hips to tilt meup toward him. "I want to see your face when I claim you. Want to watch you come apart."
