“You’re so pretty when you take my cock.”
He seems almost nervous, which is so unlike the larger-than-life Alpha.
“You’re beautiful too, Bram.”
Bram leans forward and kisses me softly. His hips move at a languid pace. He’s savoring this moment, and it has me choking up with emotion. I let my fingers explore his skin, hair, and muscles as he pushes in and out of me.
“Where do you want my mark?” he whispers in my ear.
I tilt my head to the opposite side of Max’s mark, and he moans, kissing the side of my neck before licking and sucking the tender flesh. Knowing my selection has pleased him only makes me want him even more.
I dig my heel into his ass, and his pace increases slightly before he’s pushing his knot deep inside of me.
When I throw my head back into a moan, Bram fists my hair and tilts my head for easier access.
“I’ve never wanted something as badly as I wanted this,” he whispers, his hips pressing against mine like he can get any deeper. “My Omega, my girl. The mother of my child. Fuck, I love you.”
I can’t even get a word out before his knot is swelling to its largest size, ripping an even fiercer orgasm out of me as his teeth sink gently into my neck. This time there’s no surprise, no fear, only complete bliss.
Bram’s love for me and the pack is vast, and only right now do I truly understand how deep his well of emotion is.
I clutch him tightly to me, never wanting this feeling to end.
It’s like his soul is tethered to mine. Nothing separates us anymore. We’re complete and so is our pack.
Everything we’ve been through has built up to this moment, and I can’t help the cathartic cry that falls out of me. Thankfully, now that we’re bonded, Bram knows they aren’t sad tears.
Instead, he just holds me and kisses his bond mark repeatedly.
“You did so good. My perfect little Omega,” he praises.
I hold him so tight against myself that he’s actively pushing against me so he doesn’t put much weight on me.
“Sloane.”
“What?” I muffle against his collarbone.
He sighs and instead of explaining himself, shifts us so he’s on the bottom and I’m on top. He’s rubbing my back soothingly before grabbing a blanket that sucks and puts it on my back.
I’m being really brave about how terrible this blanket is, but it’s slightly easier to do with how happy I feel at this moment.
“Good surprise?” I joke.
“The best surprise,” he says, kissing the side of my head. “You can tell me, and we don’t have to tell the others. Were you saving the best for last?”
I laugh, and he groans as I shift against his knot and sit up, his hands on my hips. He’s grinning from ear to ear, and it’s infectious.
“Thank you for being patient with me.”
His thumbs rub along my stomach. “The best things are worth waiting for.”
I wipe my face. “Stop, or I’ll start crying all over again.”
“Lie down, come here,” he says, and I rest back down on his chest.
When I lie back down on his chest, I just get emotional all over again. What if he had died in the car accident and I never would have had this? What if my baby never got to meet one of their fathers?
“Hey. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he soothes, easily able to track my thoughts.
