He settled between my thighs, the head of his cock notching against my entrance, and paused, his hazel eyes finding mine with an intensity that made my heart stutter.
"I love you." The words were soft, reverent, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "I've loved you since the first moment I saw you, standing in that stable doorway, so fierce and scared and beautiful. I knew then. I knew you were mine."
"I love you too." Tears were pricking at my eyes again, emotion and desire tangling together in my chest until I couldn't breathe. "I love you, Nolan. Now please — please, I need?—"
He pushed inside me slowly, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust to the new stretch. He was different from Reid — longer, more gradual in his thickness — and the sensation of being filled by him was exquisite, every nerve in my body lighting up as he sank deeper.
"God, you're tight." He groaned when he bottomed out, his hips flush against mine, his cock buried inside me to the root. "Even after taking Reid's knot, you're still so fucking tight. Squeezing me so good."
He started to move, long slow strokes that had me gasping, his body undulating above me in waves of pleasure. His hands found mine, lacing our fingers together, pinning my hands beside my head as he thrust into me with that same steady rhythm.
"That's it." His voice was low, hypnotic, his hazel eyes never leaving mine as he moved inside me. "Feel me, Aster. Feel how perfectly we fit together. Feel how good I can make you feel."
The pleasure built slowly, steadily, different from the urgent intensity with Reid. This was deeper somehow, more all-encompassing, every stroke pushing me higher without quitetipping me over the edge. I wrapped my legs around his waist, changing the angle, and we both moaned as he sank even deeper.
"Harder." I begged, squeezing his hands, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. "Please, Nolan, I need more."
His control finally broke. He released my hands, gripping my hips instead, and started thrusting in earnest, his cock driving into me with enough force to make the bed creak, to make my breasts bounce with each impact. I could feel his knot growing, catching at my entrance with every stroke, stretching me wider and wider.
"Almost there." He panted, sweat beading on his brow, his muscles straining as he fought to hold back his own release. "Going to fill you up and bite you and make you mine."
"Yes." I was beyond words, beyond thought, nothing but sensation and need and the overwhelming stretch of his knot pressing against me. "Yes, yes, please, Nolan, please?—"
He pushed forward one final time and the knot caught, stretched, burned — and then popped inside me with a rush of fullness that had me screaming. He was locked inside me now, tied to me just as Reid had been, his knot pulsing and throbbing against every sensitive spot inside me.
"Now." He leaned down, his mouth finding the unmarked side of my neck, the side opposite Reid's healing bite. "Going to mark you now. Going to make you mine forever."
His teeth sank into my flesh and the world exploded The orgasm rolled through me in waves, endless cresting peaks of pleasure that had me sobbing against his shoulder, my body clenching around his knot as he came inside me with a broken groan. I could feel him filling me, pulse after pulse of wet heat, his teeth still locked in my flesh, his bond settling into my soul alongside Reid's.
When he finally released his bite, licking the wound the same way Reid had, I was floating, weightless, suspended betweentwo bonds that hummed and sang in my chest like matched frequencies.
"Aster." Nolan's voice was thick with emotion, his forehead pressed to mine, his knot still locked inside me. "My beautiful girl. My perfect Omega."
"My Alpha." I traced the lines of his face, the sharp cheekbones, the gentle curve of his jaw. "My Nolan. Mine." I sank my teeth into him and gave a moan after pulling back.
We lay tangled together as his knot slowly softened, his hands stroking gentle patterns on my skin, his lips pressing featherlight kisses to my face, my hair, my healing bite marks. Two down. Two to go.
I could feel Kol and Sawyer waiting in the hallway, their scents thick with want, their bonds-to-be pulling at something inside me. But for now, I was content to float in the afterglow, wrapped in Nolan's arms, surrounded by the scent of pine and cedar and the beginning of forever.
Two marks on my skin. Two bonds in my soul.
And the night was just beginning.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
ASTER
The door opened and Kol practically tumbled into the room. His golden eyes were wild, his sunshine scent so thick with want I could taste it on my tongue, sweet and heady and overwhelming. He was already shirtless, his yellow button-down abandoned somewhere in the hallway, his tanned chest heaving with each ragged breath, the muscles of his stomach clenching with barely contained need. The green silk ribbon was still tied around his wrist, emerald bright against his golden skin.
"Wildflower." His voice cracked on the word, his whole body trembling as he crossed to the bed, as he fell to his knees beside me, his hands hovering over my skin like he was afraid to touch, afraid I might disappear if he made contact. "God, you're so beautiful. You smell like them now — like Reid and Nolan — but underneath it's still you. Still lilacs and rain and everything I've ever wanted."
"Kol." I reached for him, my fingers finding his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there, the warmth of his skin, pulling him down to me. "I'm here. I'm real. I'm yours."
He kissed me like I was oxygen and he'd been drowning. His mouth was hot and desperate, his tongue sliding against mine without any of his usual playfulness, just raw need that made my already sensitive body clench with renewed want. His hands finally touched me, skimming down my sides, over my hips, leaving trails of heat wherever they landed, his calluses catching on my skin in ways that made me shiver.
"I've been going crazy out there." He gasped against my lips, his forehead pressing to mine, his golden eyes finding mine with an intensity I rarely saw from him, all the sunshine stripped away to reveal something deeper, something fierce and desperate underneath, his breath coming in short pants that warmed my face. "Listening to you with them. Hearing you come. Smelling it." His hips rolled against the mattress involuntarily, and I could see the hard line of his cock straining against his pants, tenting the fabric. "I had to bite my hand to keep from breaking down the door."
"You don't have to wait anymore." I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck, arching up against him until my breasts pressed against his bare chest. "I'm here. I'm ready. Take what you need."
