I should have started with the tears because a flip switches in my Alpha when he tracks it. King drops his weight down on me again, his flattened tongue licking my cheek to catch the tear at the exact moment he jams his monster cock inside.
I scream at the sudden intrusion, my pussy burning in indescribable pleasure—it feels as if my body and mind are blown out like shards of a mirror. King’s scent clouds my senses reaching through the fog andleans forward, tugging my bottom lip through his teeth before he swallows the sounds of my whimpering and whining. Pleasure blossoms. Where he touches, I become hypersensitive to him, desperate for even more making my body arch and contour. The moment my neck arches he finally drives his knot home and bites down hard to claim me as his.
There is no exaggeration when I all but dissolve under him. King’s bourbon scent fills my lungs, his come fills my pussy and his love seeps in every touch of his on my body, until I’m sure I can’t take anymore.
“Yes, you can, killer,” he whispers without moving his teeth from my throat.
Hooking his arm up under my thigh he drags my leg higher and somehow slides deeper in. I’m oversensitive, feeling everything and forgetting nothing.
My pussy squeezes around his length sending crashing waves of rapture obliterating me completely. I become a vessel for him to fill with his love and claim. But I am not alone in this sea of carnal desire, because I can feel him inside me as our bonding starts.
Amazement and desperation spills from between his clenched teeth, and for a moment or two it worries me because as soon as I can hear his frantic need, I can feel it, and it adds to mine. He cups the side of my face, pushing my thumb in between his lips, and like nature intended I immediately know he needs the other side of our claim. I bite down hard, the copper taste of his blood coats my tongue, and as I swallow the tease of our connection ignites, burning a path through the both of us, binding and changing us forever more.
Chapter
Thirty-Nine
TRISTAN
Itwist my hand in the sliver of light coming from under the door, making sure I’ve still got my ring on. It’s incredible, despite the bite on my throat, his ring on my finger, his claim in my pussy, his blood in my body, his scent in my nose all telling me he is mine… I’m restless.
“You sure we need all these fuckin’ pillows,” he growls, pulling me closer. I press a kiss to his throat and leave my lips against his pulse. It’s like a sedative coaxing me to relax. But no matter how hard King sleeps, I can’t.
I don’t want to close my eyes in case this is all a dream. The nest he built is one of the sweetest things anyone has done, and it’s also a giveaway to how well he knows me. From the colours to the textures even down to the number of pillows he keeps grumbling about, King chose perfectly.
And while so much of my focus is on him, I can sense them too.
“Go get them, killer, then we can get some shut eye,” he mumbles, pulling his arm up as a I sign for me to go. “Put my hoodie on though, it’s cold. Tell one of ’em to stoke the fire and check the locks again.”
“You really don’t mind?” I pull his arm back down and hold it over my shoulder, so we’re skin to skin, heart to beating heart.
“You know I don’t. I’ll tell everyone in the morning how this is gonna work.” He smirks, his eyes still closed.
“Your way or the highway?” I grumble.
“Don’t act surprised. Go, then we can sleep.” He laughs, kissing my temple. Instead of opening his arms for me to escape, he gives me a gentle push.
I sit up but don’t move. I don’t want to spoil the moment—King in a nest he thought up after claiming me. It takes me two seconds to realise I’m not spoiling anything; I’m making it better.
I start to crawl out of my nest, but the temptation of going past King’s cock is too great and I lean down and suckle on his soft tip, lapping at the lingering taste of our come, until he slaps my ass. “Killer…” he warns.
Giggling guiltily, I hightail it, pausing to throw on his hoodie and get one last glance of him. I shouldn’t be surprised he’s rolled on to his back and shuffled into the middle of my nest with his legs spread. Even semi hard his cock is intimidating and clearly that’s the message he’s sending them.
Cracking the door open, the fire is still blazing but not like it was before. Tyson’s under a mountain of blankets on the three-seater, Maverick is facing the fire on his side, his arm tucked under his head and Steel is standing, staring at the door like he’s ready to escape.
“Tyson,” I whisper, kneeling in front of him. His eyes are open before I’ve finished saying his name.
“You okay?” he says, his hand shooting out and brushing over my shoulder.
“Yeah. Will you come to my nest? I can’t sleep.” I shrug without explaining.
“Of course. I’ll check the cabin again and get some wood on the fire for us first,” he says, and I’m not surprised he’s got a similar mindset to King. Tyson’s a caregiver. He also hides his dominance, but I remember his showy display of his Alpha’s power at the hospital.
“Thanks,” I whisper, looking over the top of the sofa. Steel hasn’t moved a muscle and I’m not certain he’s even aware I’m up. But I’ll get to him in a minute. Spinning around, I curl behind Maverick, my arm snaking under his. Like Tyson, he’s awake quickly too.
“Why are you out here?” he asks, rolling over to look up at me.
“Wanna come sleep next to me?” I wiggle my eyebrows up at him.
