He made a broken sound, something between a groan and a sob, and stood just long enough to strip off his remaining clothes, his pants and underwear hitting the floor in a pile. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed and already glistening at the tip, his knot partially swollen at the base, pulsing slightly with his rapid heartbeat. He was beautiful — all golden skin and lean muscle and barely contained energy — and I wanted him so badly my teeth ached.
"I want..." He hesitated, kneeling on the bed beside me, his hands stroking up my thighs with reverent gentleness, his golden eyes uncertain in a way that made my heart clench, vulnerability bleeding through the desperate want. "Can I... canyou be on top? I want to see you. Want to watch your face when I knot you. When I bite you." His voice dropped, vulnerable and raw, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Want to know this is real."
"Yes." I pushed myself up, my body protesting the movement but my heart soaring at the look in his eyes, at the need and love written across his handsome face. "Yes, Kol. Whatever you want. However you want me."
He settled back against the pillows, his back against the headboard, his cock jutting up from his lap, hard and ready and waiting, a bead of moisture gathering at the tip. I straddled him, my knees sinking into the quilt on either side of his hips, my hands bracing on his shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch beneath my palms. His hands found my waist, steadying me, his thumbs stroking circles on my hip bones, his touch gentle despite the tension vibrating through his body.
"Go slow." His voice was strained, his jaw tight with the effort of holding back, his cock twitching where it pressed against my stomach, leaving a wet smear on my skin. "I want to feel every inch of you taking me. Want to remember this forever."
I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his shaft, feeling the heat and hardness of him pulse against my palm, the velvet skin over steel. He groaned, his head falling back against the headboard with a soft thunk, his hips jerking up into my grip, his hands tightening on my waist. I positioned him at my entrance, the broad head pressing against my slick folds, and slowly, slowly began to sink down.
The stretch was exquisite.
He was thick, thicker than I'd expected, and even as wet as I was from Reid and Nolan, my body had to work to take him. I lowered myself inch by inch, feeling every ridge of him drag against my inner walls, feeling my body stretch and accommodate and grip him tight, the friction sending sparks ofpleasure racing up my spine. His hands tightened on my hips, his breath coming in sharp gasps, his golden eyes fixed on where our bodies were joining with something like awe, watching himself disappear inside me.
"Fuck." The word punched out of him when I finally bottomed out, his cock buried inside me to the hilt, my thighs flush against his, our bodies connected as deeply as possible. "Fuck, wildflower, you feel... I can't... it's so good. You're so tight and hot and wet and I can feel everything."
"Kol." I rolled my hips experimentally, and we both moaned at the sensation, his cock shifting inside me, rubbing against spots that made stars burst behind my eyes, the pressure deep and perfect. "You feel so good too. So full. So perfect."
I started to move. It was different like this, being on top, being in control. I could set the pace, could angle my hips to hit exactly the right spot, could watch his face contort with pleasure beneath me, his expressions unguarded and beautiful. I rose up on my knees until just the tip of him remained inside me, the stretch of my body releasing him reluctantly, then sank back down in one smooth motion, taking him deep, so deep I could feel him in my throat.
"That's it." His hands gripped my hips, not guiding, just holding on, his fingers digging into my flesh, his golden eyes dark and desperate as he watched me ride him. "God, you're so beautiful. Look at you taking my cock like you were made for it. My beautiful omega. My perfect wildflower."
I found a rhythm, rising and falling, my thighs burning with the effort but the pleasure more than worth it. His cock dragged against my inner walls with each stroke, the friction building and building, his knot catching at my entrance with every downward thrust, a tease of the fullness to come. It wasn't fully swollen yet, but I could feel it growing, could feel the stretch increasing eachtime I took him to the root, my body opening wider and wider to accommodate him.
"Your knot." I gasped, grinding down against him, feeling the bulge press against my opening, almost big enough to catch, almost big enough to lock us together, the pressure maddening. "It's getting so big. I can feel it."
"I know." His voice was wrecked, his hips starting to thrust up to meet me, unable to stay still anymore, his control fraying at the edges, his movements growing jerky and desperate. "Getting close. Not gonna last much longer, not with you riding me like this, not with you looking at me like that." His hands slid up my body, cupping my breasts, his thumbs rolling over my nipples in circles that made me cry out, the sensation shooting straight to my core. "Need to knot you. Need to bite you. Need to make you mine."
"Then do it." I planted my hands on his chest, using the leverage to ride him harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, the wet sounds of our joining obscene and perfect. "Knot me, Kol. Claim me. Make me yours."
He surged up, flipping us suddenly, pressing me back into the mattress with his weight, his cock never leaving my body, the shift in position driving him even deeper. The new angle had him driving into me with desperate force, his hips snapping forward, his knot catching and stretching and burning at my entrance with every thrust, each one bigger than the last.
"Can't wait." He was babbling, his golden eyes wild, his sunshine scent blazing through the room like a wildfire, overwhelming everything else. "Need it now. Need you now. Need to be inside you forever, need everyone to know you're mine, need?—"
His knot pushed inside me with a burst of pressure that stole my breath. I screamed, the stretch overwhelming, my body clamping down on the intrusion even as it throbbed and pulsedand locked us together. He was so deep, impossibly deep, his knot pressed against every sensitive nerve inside me, filling me so completely there was no room for anything else. And when he started to grind his hips, tiny movements that rubbed that swollen bulge against my inner walls, I thought I might die from the pleasure of it.
"Now." His mouth found my neck, the unmarked space below my ear, a spot neither Reid nor Nolan had claimed, his breath hot against my pulse point. "Going to bite you now. Going to mark you. Going to make this real."
His teeth sank into my flesh and sunshine exploded behind my eyes.
The bond that formed was bright and warm and golden, flooding through me like liquid joy, like laughter made tangible, like every happy moment I'd ever experienced condensed into a single perfect connection. I could feel him — not just his body locked inside mine, but his soul, his heart, the boundless love he carried for me spilling over into my own chest until I couldn't tell where he ended and I began.
"My turn." I gasped against his shoulder, the need to mark him back overwhelming, instinctive, my omega demanding that I claim him just as thoroughly as he'd claimed me. "Need to bite you too. Need you to be mine."
"Yes." He tilted his head, offering me his neck, his pulse pounding visibly beneath his golden skin, his eyes wet with tears of joy. "Please. Mark me. Make me yours."
I found the spot where his neck met his shoulder, where his sunshine scent was strongest, and bit down hard. He shouted, his hips jerking, his knot pulsing inside me as my teeth broke his skin, as his blood flooded my mouth, hot and sweet. The bond between us flared brighter, solidifying, becoming something unbreakable, a two-way connection that sang through both of us like a shared heartbeat.
The orgasm hit me without warning, crashing through me in waves of blinding pleasure, my whole body convulsing around his knot as I came harder than I ever had before. He followed me over the edge with a muffled shout against my neck, his cock pulsing, filling me with heat, his bond settling into place beside Reid's and Nolan's like it had always belonged there.
When it was over, we lay tangled together, still tied, still connected, my teeth gently releasing his flesh, my tongue soothing the wound I'd made on his neck. He did the same to me, licking my bite with tender care. I was crying — again — but these were different tears, happy tears, overwhelmed tears, the tears of someone who had never believed she could have this much and was struggling to accept that it was real.
"Hey." Kol's voice was soft, concerned, his hands finding my face, his golden eyes searching mine with worry bleeding through the post-orgasmic haze, his thumbs wiping away my tears. "Hey, wildflower, why are you crying? Did I hurt you? Was it too much?"
"No." I laughed through my tears, pulling him down for a kiss, tasting salt and sunshine and forever on his lips, feeling the bond between us pulse with shared joy. "No, you were perfect. It's just... I can feel all of you now. You and Reid and Nolan. You're inside me. Not just physically, but..." I pressed my hand to my chest, where three bonds now hummed and glowed, three golden threads connecting me to three pieces of my heart. "Here. I can feel you here."
His face crumpled with emotion, his own tears spilling over, his forehead pressing to mine as he held me close, his body trembling against mine.
