Cara screams. Her pussy clamps down on my knot and she comes again, harder than before, her whole body convulsing beneath me. I feel her orgasm through the bond, pleasure crashing through her in waves, echoing into me until I can’t tell where she ends and I begin.
And then I’m coming too, spilling into her in hot pulses, knot throbbing as I fill her. I groan against her throat, pressing kisses to her skin, unable to form words. Just feeling. Just her.
The orgasm lasts forever, pleasure and emotion tangled together until I’m shaking.
Mine. She’s mine. Finally, irrevocably mine.
I release the bite and lap at the wound, sealing it. The mark will scar. My claim on her.
And then the bond settles, and I feel everything.
Her love hits me first. Overwhelming, certain, ten years of longing finally answered. Joy so bright it makes my eyes sting. Relief that tastes like coming home.
But underneath that, fainter, filtered through her, I feel Nate.
His pride. His fierce satisfaction. His love pouring through the connection he shares with Cara, bleeding into what I now share with her too. He’s not here in the nest, but I feel him like a steady presence at the edge of my awareness. Pack. Family.Whole.
“Lucas.” Her voice is raw. “I can feel you. I can feel everything you’re feeling.”
“I know.” I’m shaking. We both are. “I feel you too.”
“It’s so much.” She’s crying, but she’s smiling. “It’s perfect.”
A sound starts in my chest. Deep and rumbling. A purr. I’m purring. I’ve never purred before in my life, but now I can’t stop. The vibration rolls through both of us where we’re locked together.
“Is that...” She pulls back slightly, eyes wide. “Are youpurring?”
“Apparently.” I can feel heat climbing my cheeks. “I can’t seem to stop.”
“Lucas Price.” A smile spreads across her face, watery but real. “The man who color-codes his sock drawer. Purring.”
“I don’t color-code my—” I stop. “Okay, I do. But that’s not relevant.”
She laughs, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. “It’s very relevant. It means you’re a secret softie.”
“I’m not soft. I’m thorough.”
“You’re purring like a kitten.”
“A very thorough kitten.”
She’s still laughing when she presses her face into my neck, and I feel her joy through the bond—bright and warm and so full it makes my chest ache.
“I can feel that too,” she murmurs. “The purr. It’s... it’s like being wrapped in you.”
“Yeah.” I can feel her, exhausted, satisfied, happy. So happy. “I’m here.”
I gather her against my chest, careful not to jostle where we’re still tied together. My knot will take a while to deflate. I’m grateful for it.
“You did so well,” I murmur against her hair, still purring. “Took everything I gave you.”
She makes a soft sound of contentment. Through the bond, I feel her drifting, warm, safe, satisfied.
Theo is beside me, giving us space but close. His eyes are dark with want, barely holding on.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
“Yeah.” The purr hasn’t stopped. “I’m okay.”
