I pull out of her grip, looking at her in shock. “Principessa, are you sure?”
Her fingers toy with the strands of hair at my nape as she smiles and nods. “Yes. Bite me. Make me yours.”
My breath comes in heavy pants, but I won’t make her ask again. Maybe it makes me a hypocrite after I stopped Vann from biting her last night, but I tell myself it’s alright because she’s more lucid now. Truthfully, though, if my omega wants me, she has me. How could I say no?
Our bodies begin clashing in earnest, the sounds of slick and sweat, skin slapping skin the background to this momentous event. When her cunt begins fluttering around my shaft, I know she’s close. Setting my mouth on the side of her throat, I sink my teeth into her flesh while she sinks into my soul.
She cries out and slams down on my knot, slipping it inside her as she comes hard. My knot swells, so all I can do is rock into her to prolong her pleasure. Suddenly she lunges forward to the place where my shoulder meets myneck, her little teeth latching so hard I’m sure I’ll have a bruise as well as a shiny new scar.
Everything that is Raven floods my consciousness, her love for me flowing like a raging river now that the bond is complete. My climax is hard, long, and life changing.
She may have told me to make her mine, but I hope she realizes I’m irrevocably hers now, too.
58
TANNER
As soon as we’re on the ice, I huddle my team together.
“Listen, we’re ending this game early, hear me? I want them to concede by the end of the eighth.” It’s not uncommon in curling for a team to forfeit when the other team is significantly ahead once they’ve played the minimum number of ends. That’s what we’re aiming for today. I won’t stay away from our omega a second longer than we need to. “I don’t just want a win. I want to beat them soundly enough that we can call it and get back to our omega.”
“I’m all in on this plan.” Vann rubs his hands together.
Orion nods, silent, focused.
Rhodes smiles. “I like seeing you like this, skip. Let’s go get ‘em.”
We play like all hell’s breaking loose. Yelling, sweeping, hurling stones with a focus and force we’ve never had before. We’re working together for one goal, and it’s notarbitrary recognition or monetary benefit. It’s our omega. The most important thing in the world to us.
“Hurry, hurrrrrry, hard!” I scream as my sweepers scour the ice with their brooms. It’s the eighth end. If they score, they’ll be behind, but they’ll still have a chance and will probably keep the game going. If we take this end, there’s a good chance they’ll see the writing on the wall and call it. That’s what I need to happen.
Thankfully, Raven seems to be calm, probably asleep right now. It was damn hard to focus when she was going at it with Foster. When he bonded her, Orion nearly tripped over one of the other team’s stones. This game has been the greatest challenge of my life, but Raven’s need through the bond has just made us even more focused.
Ever since he joined our connection, Foster has sent a steady stream of reassurance our way. I know that if we win, it’ll be partly due to him. I’ve always thought I was the rock of this pack, holding us all together, but Foster’s presence in the bond gives us a firm, calm foundation I didn’t realize we were missing.
That’s what holds me steady as I step up to the hack. We’ve each got a stone in the house right now, but theirs is closer to the button. We’ve both thrown guards, so it’s a pretty cluttered sheet. As the skip, I’m throwing the hammer, the last stone in this end. It’s a similar layout to the game I blew a few days ago.
This time, I can’t make the same mistake.
I catch Orion’s eye across the sheet. He holds up his broom, a rush of love coming from him through the bond. Vann and Rhodes stand quiet beside me, both gripping their brooms, both ready. This is it.
Squatting down, I get in position, my grip on the stonehandle light but firm. I push off, let go with just the right amount of weight. It’s a solid delivery. Rhodes and Vann slide along beside the stone, waiting, watching, gauging its trajectory. I hold my breath.
The stone crosses the center line, and Vann brushes the ice in straight strokes, smoothing it out without trying to change the trajectory. He stops almost right away, not wanting the rock to overshoot. I could have gone for a takeout shot, but instead we’re just trying to get closer to the button.
My stomach drops as the stone slows, slows, slows. Is it going to overshoot? It stops just at the edge of the button, directly opposite from the other team’s. I think ours is closer. Is it?
The vices deliberate, then call for a measure. The officials bring out the special measuring device they use for draw shot challenges like this, and all the other stones are pushed away. My teammates slide over to me as we wait together, watching.
After a tense moment of measuring, the officials push team Canada’s stones away.
I catch eyes with the skip from the other team. His jaw is tense, and for a moment I wonder if he’s gonna keep the game going even though it’d be incredibly hard for them to come back for the win now. He dips his chin to me, then slides over, hand extended. I breathe a sigh of relief, my packmates cheering along with the crowd as I shake hands with the other skip, effectively ending the game.
Someone announces our victory over the loudspeaker, but I’m too preoccupied to care. The rest of my pack is already running off the ice toward the lockers.
Coach and the otherteam yell after us, but I barely hear them. Who cares about a medal ceremony when we have an omega who needs us?
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