“Lucas—” Her voice breaks into a keen. “Close. I’m so close.”
“Yeah.” I reach between us, find her clit, press hard. “Come for me, Cara.”
She shatters.
Her orgasm hits like a wave, her inner walls clamping down so tight I see stars. She screams my name, loud enough that Theo definitely hears, loud enough that half of Honeyridge probably hears, and I fuck her through it, drawing out every pulse of pleasure until she’s shaking beneath me.
“Yes,” I groan. “So good.”
I pull out before my knot can catch, and she whimpers at the loss.
“Not done,” I tell her, flipping her onto her stomach. “Hands and knees.”
She scrambles to obey, presenting herself to me. Back arched, slick dripping down her thighs, pussy swollen and glistening. The sight makes something primal roar in my chest.
I grip her hips and thrust back in.
The angle is deeper this way. I can feel every flutter of her inner walls, can watch my cock disappear into her over and over. She moans into the pillows, fisting the blankets, pushing back to meet every thrust.
“Lucas...” Her voice is muffled. “So deep...”
“Yeah.” I lean over her, pressing my chest to her back, my mouth against her ear. “Feel me everywhere, don’t you? Feel me filling you up.”
She comes again, clenching hard around me, and I have to stop moving to keep from finishing. Not yet. Not until I’m looking at her face.
I pull out, ignoring her whine of protest, and flip her onto her back again. Her eyes are hazy, tear-streaked, but she focuses on me immediately.
“Want to see you,” I tell her, settling back between her thighs. “Want to watch your face when I bond you.”
“Lucas—” Her voice cracks on my name.
I slide back inside, and we both groan. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulls me down until our foreheads are touching, until I can feel every breath she takes.
My knot is swelling. I can feel it catching at her entrance with every thrust, stretching her wider. She gasps each time it tugs at her rim, oversensitive but hungry for more.
“Lucas, your knot.” Another gush of slick floods around me, her body preparing. “It’s so big. Can feel it stretching me.”
“Tell me you want it.” I thrust again, knot catching harder. “Tell me you want my knot inside you. Want me to lock us together.”
“Want it.” She’s sobbing now, voice breaking. “Want your knot. Please, Lucas. Need you to fill me. Need you locked inside.”
One more thrust and my knot pops inside, locks into place.
We both groan at the sensation. The fullness, the pressure, the way her body clamps down around me like it’s never letting go. She’s stretched wide around my knot, completely full, and I can feel her pulsing around me.
And something snaps.
Ten years. Ten years of waiting, wanting, pretending I’d moved on. Ten years of watching her leave and telling myself it didn’t matter. And now she’s here, locked on my knot, her scent wrapped around me, her body gripping and pulling and begging for everything I have to give.
I don’t think. I don’t ask. I just act.
I lean down and sink my teeth into the curve of her neck, right where it meets her shoulder. The other side from Nate’s mark. This spot is mine. The skin parts beneath my teeth, and I taste her: blood and honey and mate, the most perfect thing I’ve ever experienced.
Everything changes.
The bond snaps into place. Suddenly I can feel her, not just her body around mine, but her emotions flooding into me. Love. So much love it nearly levels me. Relief. Joy that feels like sunlight after years of darkness.
Finally. You’re mine. I’m yours. Finally.
