“You perfect fucking creature,” he groans, his knot already pressing against the entrance to my pussy.
I definitely won’t have to beg for what I want today.
My eyes roll as my back bows, struggling to relax enough to take his knot. No matter what, unless I’m in the middle of a heat, it’s going to hurt.
“So goddamned good for me,” Harlan purrs. Reaching for the nightstand, he drags open the drawer to find a toy to help. Pulling out the clit sucker, he smirks as he rubs it over my nub until it’s suctioned to it.
Harlan goes big or goes home, so he sets that fucker on high, wrapping his hand around my throat to keep me from screaming. I like it when he squeezes his hand until I can barely breathe, allowing me to ride the thrill.
I trust him to let go if I was scared or needed a breath.
“Fuck do you look pretty with my hand as a necklace. That’s it. Take my knot, sweetheart. Oh fuck,” Harlan groans.
Slick squelches as he pushes his knot inside me, and I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so turned on.
“Alpha,” I wheeze around his hand.
“Should I stop?” he asks.
Honestly, between the clit toy and his knot, I’m close to combusting. I need just a little more sensation to come.
“Bite,” I whine. “Now.”
“Mine,” he growls. Since he’s on his knees, he straightens slightly, squeezing my thigh perched on his shoulder.
Kissing my skin, he pushes his knot the rest of the way in as he keeps his left hand on my neck. The clit toy is hands free, which is a beautiful fucking thing, fully allowing him to squeeze my inner thigh before he bites down hard.
His bite is deep, and it feels like lightning as the pain and pleasure sinks deep into my body. Shuddering, I gasp as I fall over the cliff of my orgasm, gushing all over his cock.
“Fuck, baby girl. You feel too damn good.”
I can feel the warmth as he comes with me, filling me up. Breathing hard, he groans as he lays down, rolling us onto our sides as he holds me.
“Finish the bond, baby,” he says. I can already feel my brain rewiring itself now that all the bonds are in place, and they feel like threads connecting me to each of my men.
Taking his hand, I find a spot where there’s not any ink on his arm, and choose it to bite down on. Harlan’s lashes flutter as his eyes shut, and he groans.
“Fuck yes,” he says, peace shining in his eyes as he opens them. “Thank you.”
“I love you,” I tell him, looking between the bite and him.
“That’s where the last tattoo I have room for on that arm is going,” he says smugly. There are serpents, skulls, and wings all around his right arm, and I wonder what he’s going to tattoo on it. “Oh no, I can see you don’t understand. Your teeth are going right there, baby.”
“What?” I ask, snuggling against him. “Seriously?”
“Oh yeah. I know the outline stays forever, but I want everyone to know that I’m claimed. I did the same when Izzy bit me on my thigh. You both should be painted on my skin,” he says.
Smiling, I find myself feeling safe and warm, and fall back asleep in the safety of my alpha’s arms.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Two and a half years later
Syrus
Fuck, I’m late.Running my hand through my hair, I hope it stays put as I walk quickly to the restaurant. It’s Silva and Lexi’s birthday today, and we’re having a big birthday dinner with both packs, as well as my sister and her pack.
It took me a while to warm to Maeve’s new pack because in my mind, no one is good enough for her, but I know that is my issue and not hers. I’m trying hard not to be overbearing.
