It's hard to imagine a world where that thing ending up inside my pussy isn't painful, but fuck, it doesn't stop me from wanting to try. Far from it. If toys exist, and Ihaveseen shit like that in stores, it has to be possible.
I manage to focus enough to at least will my muscles to unclench, and take a few deep breaths. The next time Killian pushes in, I actually feel myself stretching a little, but the burn overtakes my desperation and I tap out with a gasp.
"Wait!"
Killian freezes, his powerful body going rigid on top of me. He looks down at me, eyes dark with lust, but there's unmistakable control in his posture.
He knew this would happen. But he doesn't taunt me about it.
"Gonna take lots of training, beautiful," he tells me, his voice gentling as he presses a kiss to my lips. "But we'll make it worth the wait."
Another shiver runs down my spine, and he rubs my clit again in consolation. I moan against his lips, kissing him harder as he pulls back just enough so that his knot isn't straining against my stretched pussy.
I finally relax, determined to enjoy this moment for what it is. There's plenty of time for us to get to that later.
Killian's thrusts gradually grow aggressive again, but unlike me trying to take a knot I'm not ready for, it's pure pleasure. The stretch is intense, bordering on painful, but there's a rightness to it that overrides any discomfort of accommodating this massive alpha. Killian watches my face carefully, his control returning just enough to ensure he doesn't hurt me.
"Mine," Killian growls, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. "You're fuckingmine,little witch. Don't you forget it."
Those words push me over the edge again. They're my undoing. I come with a scream that tears out of my throat like knives, and my entire body shivers and clenches down on him where he's already stretching me beyond what I thought was possible for my very human body.
My pussy and I are going to have to have a word after this, because this isnota side of her I've ever seen before.
Can you die from coming and being stuffed full of alpha come and magic? Because that feels like a distinct fucking possibility right now.
"That's it," Killian purrs. "Let me feel that tight pussy wrapped around me."
My body obeys as if the words themselves are a trigger, clenching around him in waves that seem to go on forever.Killian follows immediately, his release accompanied by a growl that's more monster than man, but I can't be afraid of him. Not when I feel his devotion in the bond flaring between us.
Killian collapses on top of me, careful not to crush me beneath all that muscle, and there's unexpected tenderness in the way he nuzzles his recently completed mark.
"Beautiful," he murmurs. "You're ours now. All ours."
As we lay tangled together, catching our breath, I become aware of the others joining us in the nest. Sean curls up on one side of me, Micah on the other, Rowan settling near my head. Their presence feels… right.Veryright.
A pack, finally complete.
Killian carefully withdraws from my body, but stays close, pulling me on top of him with my back resting against his muscular chest. One of his arms drapes over my waist, his hand splayed possessively across my stomach.
"The bond is complete now," he murmurs against my hair. "Can you feel it?"
I close my eyes, focusing inward. The connection between us has changed, solidified. Where before it was like tendrils of energy reaching out, now it's a solid web linking us together.
"Yes," I whisper, marveling at the sensation. "It's... beautiful."
And it is. The bond is alive, pulsing with the combined energy of all five of us. Through it, I can sense each of them.
And at the center of it all like a sun with planets orbiting around it, there's me.
"How do you feel?" Micah asks, his fingers tracing reverently over my arm.
"Whole," I answer honestly.
It's true. All my life, I've been searching for belonging. First with my family, then with Kyle's coven, with the magical community at large. Always the outsider, always the one who didn't quite fit.
The siphon.
The scarred witch.
