“You’re awfully full of yourself, Ryker. I think you might be a narcissist,” she said, trying to sound unaffected by my finger moving harder and faster in her ass. I could tell she wasn’t. Her knuckles had gone white where she gripped the blanket, every labored breath giving her away.
“You say that like it’s not the thing you like most about me,” I murmured, the smugness in my voice unmistakable. “Besides, I’ve been called far worse, Kitten. Confidence is just part of my charm.”
“I wouldn’t call it charm, I’d call it—” She stopped, her words breaking off in a gasp that tore straight through her composure, as I inserted another finger in her ass. The sound was part pleasure, part pain, and I couldn’t help the satisfied laugh that followed.
"Touch yourself, Rowan. It will feel better if you do," I told her, wanting her to finally surrender to pleasure after being deprived of an orgasm for so long.
She immediately reached between her legs, rubbing her sensitive clit as I increased the speed and intensity of my fingers. The sounds that exited her mouth were no longer words, as I overwhelmed her body with pleasure. Taking advantage of her inability to speak, I teased her more.
"You complain and protest as if you want nothing we give you, but you look pretty content to me." I murmured low and amused. "You're about to cum from me fingering your ass, aren't you, Kitten?"
My mention of cuming, set her body off like a bomb. A scream of relief and pleasure tore from her throat. The noise was desperate and animalistic as the muscles inside her pulsed, gripping my fingers with repetitive tightness.
While she finally revelled in her release, I lined my dick up with her pussy and entered her without removing my fingers from her ass. As I fucked her, I continued fingering her back hole, loving the way I could feel myself moving through her thin barrier.
"It's so tight," she said through gasps. "I'm so full."
"You're about to be a lot fuller," I said as I tried to force my knot into her perfect pussy. It wouldn't fit though, as her muscles were still too tight to take it. I removed my fingers andkept pushing the knot against her entrance, trying to work it in gradually as I painted a mental picture for her that was sure to soak her with slick.
"If you think you're full now, just imagine what it's going to feel like when Talon and I are both knotting you. He'll probably want a turn in your pussy, and I'll knot your ass. It will feel like we're tearing you apart, but you'll love it. Omegas crave it. Especially during heat. You'll beg us to fill you in every hole."
Slick gushed down her thighs, and she gasped sharply as my knot entered her core with a wet pop. I stuck my fingers back in her ass as she orgasmed again, milking my knot with a pleasure I didn't think was even possible.
If I died right here and now, I wouldn’t complain. It would be a hell of a way to go, drowning in her wet pussy. I knew she was a fucking angel, not the kind that belonged in some holy place, but the kind that got sent down to ruin men like me and make them grateful for it.
I looked at Rowan; her lashes were damp against her cheeks, eyes squeezed shut as another release ran through her. And I swear, in that moment, she didn’t look fragile or broken. She looked powerful. Like she could destroy me, and I’d thank her for it.
I absolutely would thank her for it, for giving herself to me in this way, for choosing us even though we’d ripped her from everything she knew. She should have hated us; I wouldn't blame her. But she didn't, not entirely.
Even if Rowan was my end, I’d go to it happily. It would be fucking worth it just to have a taste of this.
Pleasure, pure, addictive pleasure, and something buried deeper. Something in my chest that had never existed prior to her, tightened and warmed every time she looked at me. It was a foreign feeling that I didn't recognize. A feeling that men like medidn't deserve, and one that I wasn't ready to name.
While I waited for my knot to deflate, I listened to Cade and Talon arguing in the living room. There wasn’t a single conversation that could take place under this roof that we weren’t all privy to thanks to our advanced hearing. We always assumed someone was listening.
They weren’t yelling, because they were both too restrained for that, but I could always tell when they disagreed because they often cut each other off.
Most packs didn’t have two alphas who were so evenly matched. Cade and Talon were both incredibly strong, and who would win a challenge match was a coin toss. Talon was only second because he willingly conceded to Cade, which made their disagreements a delicate battle of restraint on both their parts.
"I realize that, but she needs to hunt, Cade. Her wolf needs tending to. It’s not going to—"
"What if she tries to run? We can’t just let her shift and chase rabbits out in the woods! We don’t know what her wolf will do, or if it will even listen—"
"It will listen tomeand it will listen toyou.The wolf is still an omega, and even more closely tied to her instincts. It knows we are in control. I am her superior wolf; you are her pack leader. I don't know about Ryker, maybe, but probably not. She barely listens to him now."
"Hey, what the fuck?!" I shouted, banging on the wall behind my headboard. Rowan had been so relaxed, molded to me and dozing off, but she startled at the sound, looking up with confusion.
"Sorry. Shh, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Those two assholes out there got me riled up," I said, smoothing her wild hair until her breathing slowed again. She melted, her body relaxing into mine, as my eyes drifted down the line of her skinto the angry red bite mark I had just left on her hip. The sight of it did something to my star player. It pulsed inside her.
I had felt it the second it happened; the packmate-bond snapping tight like a live wire, and knew the others had too. Even Killian, hiding in his self-imposed exile, couldn’t escape it. Our packmate-bond had finally sealed.
We had all mated and marked her.
Rowan was ours, fully.
And we were hers.
People try to describe it, but they never come close to explaining what it really feels like. If I had to try, it’s like Rowan’s the sun and we’re the planets, tethered to her orbit. Her gravity isn’t something that traps me. It’s something I choose, like a planet that never tires of circling its star. I could drift if I wanted to, but I don’t.
