I furrow my brows, and he shakes his head.
“I’m fucking this all up. What I’m trying to say is that I’m in love with you and it was important that I said that before we bonded. I felt like I was on autopilot before you came into our life, just living because that’s what you’re supposed to do. You make me smile more than anyone ever has. You’re fuckin’ funny, and sweet, and I love spending time with you and I just needed you to know that before we do this big, amazing thing. I love you, Shiloh.”
I barely have a moment to process his words before I’m wrapping my arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly.
“I love you too. You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were coming in here to tell me you weren’t ready to bond,” I say, pulling back and lightly hitting his shoulder before wrapping my arms around his neck again and kissing the side of his face. “I love you too. Now go get the others. I can’t wait any longer.”
He laughs, kissing me quickly, his light-green eyes meeting mine.
“We’re really doing this?”
“Yeah, we really are.”
With one last kiss, he’s out of the room, and I hang the robe back up. Alright, it’s time to finally have everything I’ve wanted.
A family.
People who care about me.
Stability.
And for the first time in a long time, I realize I deserve it, that I’m worthy, and I think it might be the best gift they could’ve ever given me.
Chapter 33
Shiloh
DidI kind of choreograph my entire bonding? Maybe, but no one complains as I slowly ride Cole. I wanted them all here, while also giving them each my undivided attention during each of our individual bondings.
Since Cole saved me, and is the reason I’m here, I figured he was the obvious choice to go first. It has nothing to do with favorites, because I don’t have those. I mostly rated it based on how each relationship progressed to this point. Cole and I were instantaneous. Booking the budget flight was the best thing to ever happen to me.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says as I shift my hips. His grip on me is nearly bruising, and I devour every second of it.
Jonah is impatiently lying on the bed next to us, and Mack is sitting on the soft green chaise in the corner. It’s going to be a long night, because I want all of them to knot me while they bond me. I’ve read that it’s the most intense way to bond.
“Where am I gonna bond you? Hmm? Where am I gonna mark you mine forever?” Cole says with heavy pants.
I swallow a moan down as I grab his hand off my hip and slide it to the spot of my neck that I want him to mark so badly. Something in that action drives Cole wild as he ruts me from below, his knot pressing against my entrance, teasing me. It’s like every wrong, fucked-up thing that ever happened to me was worth it to have this moment.
His eyes lock in on mine as we let our most carnal urges take control. Our baser needs as an Alpha and Omega, but we’re fully present. This is nothing like how I feel when I’m in heat. Sure, maybe there’s a slight nagging in the back of my brain telling me it’s only a matter of time, but right now, I’m coherent and totally blissed out.
“Let me knot you, and mark you as mine,” he says. It comes out in pants as I eagerly nod.
I brace my hands on his chest as he tangles his hands in my hair, pressing kisses along my throat as he continues fucking me.
When he slides his knot inside of me, a wanton moan rips out of me. The stretch feels so good as his teeth meet the flesh of my neck and sink in. Connecting us for eternity.
I’m not sure what sounds fall out of my mouth. All I know is nothing has felt better. No orgasm has ever compared, no amount of happiness has ever felt anything like this.
I can feel his euphoria through our new bond, along with total devotion to me.
If you asked me a few months ago what I thought love was, I’d probably have some ridiculous answer about taking care of one another and not being able to have it all. But now? Now I truly know what it means. It means you never have to hide who you are. You never have to doubt how someone feels about you. Sure, it’s also taking care of one another, but it’s also about understanding each other so deeply there’s no doubt in your mind that you were made for one another.
Cole’s mark is already healing on my neck as I pull up and look into his face, his eyes watering with joy as I press my lips against his.
“We’re bonded,” I whisper against his mouth, his knot still locking us together.
His hand is moving up and down my back, his thumb pressing against his bond mark with each pass of his hands.
