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I'm already soaking wet from just kissing him, and everything he's doing with his mouth feels like it's going to push me over the edge.

"Your taste," he growls against my inner thigh. "Like nothing I've ever experienced. I could taste you forever."

"Keep doing that thing with your tongue and I won't last another minute," I warn, my voice breathless as his fingers join his mouth. Two slide inside me, curving upward to find my spot.

"Rowan," I gasp, my hips bucking to meet his touch.

"Good girl," he murmurs against my skin. "Let go for me, beautiful."

I'm vaguely aware of the others watching, their scents mingling with ours. It should be sensory overload, but they all layer on top of each other perfectly in a blend so perfect, if they somehow found a way to make a candle out of it, I'ddefinitelyget kicked out of the store for huffing wax.

When Rowan finally rises up over me, his lips glistening with evidence of my arousal, his eyes are almost black. "I need to be inside you," he says, panting slightly, his usual eloquence stripped away by raw need.

"Yes," I breathe, reaching for him. "Please."

He positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock nudging against me. He's fully erect, the tip of his shaft glistening with precome. He pushes into me with a low growl until I feel the bump of his knot stop against my pussy.

I havenofucking idea how I'm going to take that thing, but I'm surprisingly eager to try.

Once fully seated, everything but the knot, he pauses, giving me time to adjust to his size. "You okay?" he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

"More than okay," I assure him, rolling my hips.

He groans, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine where our bodies press together. "I'll be careful," he promises, as if he can read my thoughts directly through our bond. "I know you're not ready to take my knot yet."

"Probably not," I breathe, even if my pussy suddenly has other ideas.

I don't know everything about omegas, other than the fact that they have influence over alphas and apparently terrify these ones. They're built for taking knots, but even then, I'm pretty sure heat makes it easier. I don't have slick, even if I'm so wet from everything Rowan is doing to me that I almost wonder for a second.

"Fuck," Micah murmurs from somewhere beyond us. He's usually relatively composed, but this seems to be unraveling him.

I wrap my legs around Rowan's waist, changing the angle slightly, and he lets out a low growling hiss. "You feel… fuckingamazing," he murmurs against my neck, his lips finding one of the silver marks there. "Like you were made just for us."

His thrusts get harder, his fingers biting into my hips a bit more, and I bite my lip to stifle another moan as the warmth in my core builds rapidly. It crashes over me all at once in a rush that leaves me gasping his name.

Rowan follows immediately, his release triggered by mine, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside me. The bond between us flares bright and hot, energy surging between us in a circuit that feels like completion.

Oh,fuck.

So this is what it's like to do this with a mate bond.

Toseala mate bond.

And I feel it. Knitting me together like cords of light, wrapping around us both, strengthening the magical pathways the ritual already built within me. And I feel them thrumming through the rest of the pack, too.

As Rowan's come fills me, so do his emotions. All his adoration, all his fierce protectiveness, all his acceptance.

As we lay tangled together, catching our breath, I become aware of the others again, their desire now a nearly painful intensity pulsing through our shared bond. The bond that's begging to be completed in all three remaining directions.

"Fuck, that..." he begins, then shakes his head, apparently at a loss for words. A first for the most articulate wolf in the pack by far.

"Yeah," I agree, understanding him perfectly.

He stays inside me for a few minutes, his cock throbbing and twitching occasionally until he finally withdraws. Even if his knot isn't inside me, the loss of him leaves me feeling empty.

But I know there's more to come.

Muchmore.