It took us so long to find her. So long to complete our pack.
Now we’re so close to that happily ever after that I just want it to be here already.
She wraps her legs around me, and I thrust into her hard and fast, saying a silent prayer that we’ll get everything we want so deeply as quickly as possible.
She cries out as she comes for me, one last time, before I lose it and come inside her.
We stay joined together for a few peaceful moments.
She holds me in as if she’s trying to make sure I’m the one who gets her pregnant.
When I pull out, I lean in and kiss her stomach.
Then, I bring my sharp fangs to her throat, and I give her my mark.
She moans softly before she returns the favor.
After that, I turn to Harper.
He gazes at me. “Are we really doing this?”
He sounds so vulnerable.
I know this is what he’s wanted forever.
If I’d known I was a Delta, if I’d known I could protect him from every damn threat no matter what, I never would have faltered. I would have done this from the start.
“Yes, Harper. We should have done this years ago. I’m sorry it took me this long.”
“It’s okay, you’re doing it now,” he murmurs, as I lean in and mark him.
My fangs are gone a second after it’s done, and my mark is there, imbedded in his skin for the rest of our lives. I offer my throat to him, and he gives me the mark I’ve been waiting for ever since we met.
Finally our bond is undeniable to the world, as it always should have been.
Chapter One Hundred-Ten
Robin
It’s late afternoon when I wake up, feeling warm and comfortable and like I never want to move from the bed. Unfortunately, my bladder has other plans. It’s easier to slip out from under the covers when my mates aren’t surrounding me, but I’ve got to admit, it was nice waking up like that, too.
Luckily, from now on this is what my life looks like.
I use the bathroom and start to brush my hair, so it looks less like I’ve been dragged backwards through a bush. I’m putting the brush back in the cupboard under the sink when the sound of the phone ringing in the other room makes me freeze in place.
Realizing it’s probably Falcon, I move quickly out of the bathroom.
Jay’s already sitting up in bed and looking around for the source of the sound.
“Got it,” he murmurs sleepily, as he leans over and reaches for the handset on the nightstand.
I step into the room, listening and waiting.
His clear “Hello,” is followed by silence on the line.
He frowns, opening his mouth again, and then I hear a man’s voice say, “Um, is this Robin’s suite?”
I gasp in a breath and move forward, hand out for the phone. “Dad?”
