I lifted my head, eyes colliding with hers, then I took one hand off the mattress and reached between us, slipping fingers into her again, finding that wonderful, hot mound. She closedher eyes, sucking in a quick breath of air as sensations assaulted her once more.
Nothing mattered but her and me. I didn’t care what the others were doing, what they were touching.
I wanted her to come again. One more time before I had to give her up to Kane.
Look at her. God, help me. She’s ruined me for anyone else.
Lucy moaned again, her eyes flashing open, then closed, then open again. Those impossibly green eyes pierced my soul for half a heartbeat before her lashes fluttered and another cry of pleasure pulsed from her mouth.
My manhood was still locked in tightly, as if it would never let her go again. Lucy began to writhe beneath me, another orgasm striking.
“You’ll hurt yourself,” I growled softly.
“I don’t care. God, I don’t care,” she whimpered.
But my knot was beginning to release her.
When I slowly withdrew from her body, I felt like a man come undone and put back together all at once. I rocked back on my heels, already feeling like I needed more.
Lucy expression was one of orgasmic haze, but without prompting, she reached for my hand, bringing it toward her with purpose. Seconds later, pain shot through my wrist, up my arm, into my elbow and shoulder. She bit fiercely, without holding back.
Sharp. Bright. Electric.
This sensation racing through my veins… I’d never felt its equal.
Not in a million nights at a dozen pleasure clubs. I felt the link between us take root, giving us something far deeper than this physical satisfaction. I could suddenly sense Lucy, there, dancing around the edges of my mind. Complex and beautiful.
"Four," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she released my wrist. Her eyelids fluttered, her body trying to give into exhaustion.
I brushed my lips across her forehead, tasting salt and sweetness. "One more," I reminded her gently. “Stay with us, Luce.”
Her eyes flickered to Kane, who was already moving into position, his expression a mixture of hunger and concern.
She nodded, a small but determined movement. "One more," she agreed.
I shifted to make room for Kane, my hand finding Lucy's hair, stroking the silver-white strands with gentle motions. My brothers all breathed heavily, as if each orgasm claimed in this room was a shared sensation. Maybe it was. Maybe solidifying our pack brought with it unexpected wonders.
As Kane took his place between Lucy’s thighs, I felt a profound sense of rightness settle over me. Maybe I could have faith in the universe’s mysterious design. Maybe I didn’t have to control every element of life.
Lucy had proven it was possible to relinquish control. She’d walked into our lives, the exact opposite of what we’d wanted, and yet, somehow, she was what we’d needed all along.
If we’d stuck to our original plan, we’d still be fighting our Alpha natures.
If we’d stuck to our original plan, we might never know how it felt to be a complete pack.
Lucy was the solution. Lucy was the healing balm. Lucy was love incarnate.
KANE.
I moved between Lucy's thighs, trying to hold onto the same reckless confidence I brought to every dangerous stunt.
But my damn heart was threatening to hammer its way out of my chest.Fuck, I was afraid.
Not of the act itself, but of its significance. I was the last, the final piece in this intricate puzzle we were creating together. The weight of completing our pack bond pressed against my chest like a physical force. Lucy lay before me, her alabaster skin now flushed pink with pleasure and exertion, her silver-white hair damp with sweat, her green-gold eyes heavy-lidded but still burning with determination. Four bonds formed, one to go. The finish line of a race that would change all of us forever.
"Hey there, beautiful," I said, forcing lightness into my voice as I settled between her legs. "Saved the best for last, I see."
The smile that curved her lips was exhausted but genuine, a spark of her natural sass shining through despite everything she'd already experienced. "Modest suits you, Kane."
