She wants to be used by her pack; she wants us to make her feel good, and we do that by all taking her at once.
“Does that feel good, baby girl? God, your pussy is so tight,” I groan, which is true normally, but the pressure of Axel’s cock also inside of her makes it even more tantalizing.
I’ve been good. I haven’t bonded with her, despite wanting to do so every fucking second since I’ve gotten here.
The vein over her throat pulsates as she takes the both of us—my resolve wanes. It’s not going to last much longer.
Axel finishes first, and I can feel his cum leak out of her as it drips down to where she and I are connected. She clearly does too because she pops off of Tate’s cock and turns around to take his mouth in hers, rewarding him for giving her what she wanted. I’m holding back. I know she needs my knot inside of her, but I can’t help wanting her to myself.
“You love taking your pack at once, don’t you?” Axel taunts. She licks her lips as Tate fists his cock and pushes the head back into her parted lips.
“How’d we get so fuckin’ lucky? Look how perfect you look wrapped around my cock,” Tate praises, making her suck him down like her life depends on it.
His hips shudder as he comes down her throat. A small amount is left on the corner of her mouth, which he pushes in with his thumb before kissing her dutifully.
They both make sure to touch her and praise her before each of them takes a much-needed break to eat or clean themselves up.
That leaves us alone for the first time since her tantrum a few days ago.
“You need my knot, sweetheart, don’t you?” I ask her.
She cups my jaw roughly, bending forward. I place my lips on her neck, kissing her soft skin, knowing I’m not leaving this fucking bed without leaving my mark on her this time.
“Such a needy, wet, Omega. And all for me? I’m going to give you what you want. I’ll always give you what you want.”
I need to be connected with her in a way that no one can take from us; I need to know that she’s safe or how she’s feeling at all times.
“You remember what I promised you? You still want my mark?” I ask her.
She moans, and a shiver rolls up my spine as she responds with a raspy, “Yes!”
She’s been nearly non-verbal her entire heat. But right now, we both know what we want.
“You’re going to be so good for me, taking my knot and my mark, aren’t you?” I ask against her neck, breathing in her sweet scent.
I need this more than I need to breathe, and I push inside of her, my knot stretching her cunt as she takes me. She moans into my ear as I settle into her and rut into her from below. The anticipation is what sends us both over the edge as my knot reaches its largest size and her pussy milks me through her orgasm.
My mouth parts, taking her flesh into my mouth as I bite down, marking her as mine.
She screams in pleasure as I bond us. Lily’s fingers dig into the back of my head, firmly holding my mouth to her throat.
The combination of our release and the bond mark connecting us is monumental, in a way I can’t even describe. It’s like nothing in my life ever meant as much as this moment does.
I can feel her love, contentment, and relief flow down through the bond connection.
She needed this just as badly as I did. I wrap my arms around her back, holding her warm body against mine.
“So good. You feel how much I love you through the bond?” I question, not caring if it’s the first time I’ve said those words to her or the fact that it’s the first time I said them to someone who wasn’t my family. Lily already knows, she feels it. “You’re so perfect, thank you.”
She nuzzles her face against my neck, scent marking me and herself, making me feel whole.
Lily has single-handedly pieced me back together into the man I knew I could be.
The bond sinksdeep within me, and I feel a huge weight fall off my shoulders. I’m not completely back to myself.
I still have this burning need for more.
This sense of newly found security helps tone down this errant need that never seems completely satisfied.
