“Good. I, um…” He takes a hand off my thigh and scratches the back of his neck. “I never grew up knowing what unconditional love looked like. I had a dad who was mean as hell and liked to use his fists to make a point and a mom who was so checked out that she didn’t give a shit about me and my brother. Timothee cared about me to an extent, but left when he was eighteen and found a pack. I haven’t heard from him in years. Eli and Anders were the only family I ever had that I truly felt like gave a shit about me, but I knew I could be replaced. They could go off to do amazing things, and I would be left behind. I’m always left behind. You’re the first thing that has ever been mine in such a significant way. I want to break the cycle, Charlotte. I want to love you the way you deserve, and I want to accept the unconditional love you’ve always given me. One day, I want to have kids with you and make sure that they always feel loved. I want these things, and I know they’re possible because of you and the guys.”
My eyes are filled with tears, and I place my hands on his hips, drawing him closer to me so that he’s between my legs. “I promise to protect your heart, Mikael.”
His large palms are pressed against my cheeks, and his fingertips have the perfect amount of pressure on the back of my head. He leans forward, and his lips take mine. Mikael’s kisses have always been consuming, and he takes what he wants. His tongue enters my mouth, showing me that I’m his. I melt under his touch as he finally lets go. Everything between Mikael and I is on the table. Our pain is shared, and we’ve both made the promise to love each other despite our flaws and what we’ve done to each other. This is a new slate. We’re better people, more capable of loving each other after all we’ve been through.
His thumbs rub my cheekbones as he moans into my mouth. We’ve had a four-day sexfest, and this man is still hungry for me. He’s promised his unconditional love to me and to protect me at all times. I need everything that Mikael gives, that my Alpha can provide. I need his bond mark like I need to breathe.
“Please, Mikael.”
He nods, sliding me to the end of the counter. With this height, it’s honestly perfect for him to be standing while he fucks me. He releases his hard cock from his boxers and pushes the hoodie up to my stomach.
“Look how hard you have me,mon doux. Addicted to this pussy,” he says as he circles the tip of his cock at my entrance and pushes inside of me. His hands are back on my face, and he clanks my glasses, which he takes off and puts safely on the counter. “Love you,” he says between kisses, and I pant and nod.
“Love you too, please bond me.”
He’s kissing me frantically now, he teases his knot every time he thrusts into me. I’m so needy for him, for this final bond to solidify our pack. One hand is tangled in his dark hair, and the other grips his biceps for dear life.
I groan as he pushes his knot inside of me. He breaks our kiss, so he can look down and see where we’re joined. He moans as he watches me take his cock and knot. Seeing how turned on he is at watching us is what sends me over the edge. The stretch of his knot with how tender I am after my heat has me moaning and whimpering as my orgasm hits. Mikael fucks me through my release, whispering to me in French. I have no idea if it’s dirty or sweet, but it sounds amazing. I’m a slick mess of an Omega when Mikael pulls back, his face close enough to mine that I can see his sharp features.
“Mine,” he growls as his hips snap and his mouth is on my throat. He sucks the flesh at first, teasing me to the point that I’m gasping. He groans as he comes, and then his teeth are on the top of my throat, nearly underneath my ear. The sensation has me nearly coming again as Mikael slows his thrusts, kissing and licking our new bond mark.
It’s at this moment that I truly understand who Mikael is. This man who shows such a confident, assured front is actually someone who just needs to be loved, and I plan to give that to him for the rest of my life. I shove how much I love and adore him down the bond, and he shows me his vulnerability as I sense his love, fear, and passion. I kiss his cheek and breathe heavily as we part and look at each other.
He tilts my face and gives my lips a soft, gentle kiss before he sighs.
“Fuck, that feels nice.”
I grin. “Doesn’t it?”
“I can even sense Eli and Anders. Not as strong as you, of course. But those dickheads are awake and hiding in the bedroom.”
I laugh and wrap my arms around him, running my nails along his naked and perfect back. Mikael hums his approval and wraps his arms around me.
“What’s next?”
“Well, you need to eat more, and we need to pick up your shit and Hank to move you in. We have practice tomorrow. But really, we have time to figure it all out, get used to living together and being a pack. It’s whatever you want, Charlotte.”
I sigh, feeling content but also spiraling a little at how much life has changed suddenly. It seems like a common theme in my life, but I’ve adapted so far.
He kisses the side of my head three times before kissing his bond mark. “Don’t stress out. We’ve got you.”
I clear my throat, needing to get it off my chest. I’m sure it’s expected of me, and I do want to go to their games. But I’m not sure how exactly I’m supposed to go back to the stadium after what happened.
“What is it?” he asks, now that he can sense everything. I’m not sure if this is going to be awesome or annoying, having all of my Alphas in my head all the time.
“I’m not sure about going to the stadium again.”
He nods and cups my face. “Jake is gone, likely going to do some serious jail time for maliciously putting an Omega in danger. He’s fucking lucky we had to take care of you, or I would probably be in jail for killing him.” I grip his arms tightly, glad that none of the guys seemingly have gotten in trouble. He shakes his head. “We were possessive and protecting our Omega. We won’t be charged with anything. But I was thinking maybe we could hire personal security for when you’re at the stadium.”
I smile and nod. “Maybe Jim?”
He smiles back and nods. “Yeah, maybe.”
He kisses his bond mark again as Anders and Eli come downstairs to the kitchen. Both of their hands touching my hair and kissing their bond marks. No fucking care in the world that their packmate’s dick is knotted deep in me on our kitchen counter.
“Morning,Kulta.”
“Morning.” Anders kisses me softly as he scours the kitchen for food.
