“You have the prettiest ass, Baby. So round and biteable.” He nips my skin at the same time he presses a finger against me, slowly pushing in to his knuckle. The lack of urgency as he stretches me doesn’t match the furious pulse of lust that has my balls throbbing and begging for release. One finger becomes two, and then three as he prepares me. I know I need it, that my body doesn’t come pre-lubed to take Alpha cock, but I can’t hide a whine when he continues to give me his fingers instead of his cock.
He chuckles, teeth sinking into my ass hard enough to bruise, but not enough to bond me. I whimper, both loving and hating that he continues to drag this out. But then his tip is pressing into my hole, stretching me in the most delicious way. Hisweight presses against my back, hands digging into my hips as he fills me. It feels like forever before his hips meet mine. So thick and long, so fucking amazing. “Fuck, I don’t know if I can last,” he grunts, pulling out to thrust back in shallow bursts.
Fisting the blanket, I turn my head and look at him over my shoulder. “Hazme tuya.” Heat fills his eyes, drowning the gold out to black. The next rock of his hips is hard, slamming against my ass. I push back, meeting him thrust-for-thrust. An erotic soundtrack fills the room, a perfect layering of moans, groans, and skin slapping. I lose myself in our music, letting the passion overwhelm me.
“I love you, Manny,” Shepherd speaks the words against the shell of my ear. Before I can respond, his teeth are locked in my throat, and his emotions flood into my heart, reinforcing his words. Black strands of his soul wrap protectively around the cool gray of mine, sheltering me without smothering our connection.
An orgasm rips through my body, cum spurting onto the bed as I shudder and moan. He pounds into me, prolonging my pleasure. Warmth coats my ass as he stills and comes, roaring out his release. His weight collapses on top of me, his body twitching with the aftershocks.
Twisting, I pull him on top of me and hug him to my chest. We’re panting, sticky, and sweat-soaked as we lie together, soaking in our new bond. “I love you, too, Amorcito.”
After a few moments, he sighs and pushes to his knees, leaning down to press a slow, sweet kiss to my lips. “We should shower and start breakfast. Before our princess wakes up and starts her day.” Grinning, I let him pull me to my feet, my body gliding against his. He winks and grabs the blankets, tossing them into the laundry basket on our way to the bathroom.
Waiting for the water to heat, I can’t help but stare in the mirror, finger trailing lightly over both my bond marks. Seeingthem on my skin is an illusion I never want to shatter. Feeling them in my chest makes it real.Permanent.I’m so fucking happy.
Tiptoeing down the stairs, I freeze when I reach the living room and see the snowflakes falling outside. I love the snow. The chill in the air. Shepherd sees my indecision and kisses the corner of my lips. His hand slaps down on my ass as he pushes me away from the kitchen. “I’ve got breakfast.”
Grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch, I walk onto the deck and sit on the steps. My hand is out catching the tiny flakes and watching them melt when I hear the door open. Two sets of footsteps pad toward me, and then they’re there.My Omega and Beta.They burrow beneath my blanket, pressing themselves against my sides and sharing their warmth. I grin, head falling back to look up at the sky.
Fate couldn’t have gifted us a better future than this.
Epilogue
TWO YEARS LATER
“I don’t knowwhy I let you talk me into this,” Manny grumbles. His fingers twitch where they are entwined with mine, fidgeting as he stops himself from pulling off the blindfold wrapped around his head.
Quinn, my tattoo artist, snickers from Manny’s opposite side. He’d been reluctant to agree to my request to do a surprise tattoo until I’d explained it. Then he had been all in, swearing it was the‘most romantic Alpha shit he’d ever seen.’His hands are steady as he finishes the shading on the design and wipes it clean.
Manny hadn’t taken nearly as much convincing as Quinn did, despite not knowing what he would walk away with. My heart swells with pride knowing he trusts me to do this. Not that I would give him a shitty tattoo. I’m not a complete dick.
“Alright. Ready for the reveal?” Quinn asks me, but Manny responds with an exasperated, “Yes!”
Releasing his hand, I help untie the blindfold, suddenly nervous. Foster and Hannah had both loved my idea, but there’sa chance Manny will hate it. If he does… well, I’ll pay to have it removed after it heals.
He blinks several times, adjusting to the light after sitting in the dark for so long. When he glances down and sees the gray-scale replica of the butterfly birthmark from my pack’s Fated connection, his eyes fly to mine. “That’s…” A tear slips down his cheek. Momentarily, I think he hates it, but then I feel his overwhelming emotions in our bond. Hate is the farthest from what he’s feeling. “Eres mi vida. Thank you.”
Gripping the back of his neck, I kiss him, long and slow, letting him feel how glad I am to have him in our lives. When I step back, he continues to stare at the tattoo in wonder as Quinn wraps it and goes over the care instructions. I’m grinning like a fool as we leave, hand-in-hand, a half hour later. Making sure my handsome Beta mate feels just as loved and cared for as the mates I am Fate-matched to is important. I never want him to doubt that he belongs to me as deeply as they do.
His phone chirps as he climbs into the car. A smile stretches across his lips as he opens the message and leans over to show me. Kaitlin and Everett are at their abuela’s house for the night, having a sleepover with their cousins. Ten kids are camped out in their basement theater watching movies and eating way too many snacks. How his mother handles all of them, I’ll never know.
“Should we grab lunch before or order something to-go after we pick up our mates?” Manny asks, dropping his phone into the cupholder after replying to his mother. His hand finds my thigh, resting lightly near the crest of my hips. He’s going to tease me during the drive home, something that always backfires when he finds himself pinned to the floor of Foster’s nest.
Sensing their bonds, I’m not surprised to find them both incredibly aroused. While I’d taken Manny on our tattoo date, they’d had a date of their own at the spa. Foster is easily turnedon, and the sight of Hannah in a swimsuit or a robe would be enough to set him off. Hannah isn’t usually so quick to burn, but for the past few weeks, she’s been a spitfire, dragging us around the house for quickies while Everett is down for his nap or entertained by another of his papas.
I have my suspicions about the cause behind her sudden jump in arousal, but I haven’t mentioned it to her yet. I’m waiting to see if she realizes before I bring it up.
“To-go. We’ll pick it up on the way home.”
He chuckles, grabbing his phone again and placing an order at one of our usual takeout spots. “Another night in the nest, then? Sounds like my kind of party.”
We pull up to the spa a few minutes later and find our mates casually making out on the sidewalk. Yeah, something is definitely up with Hannah. She’s never shy about affection, but this is pushing her boundaries. Manny rolls down his window and whistles, cat-calling them. Red crawls up Hannah’s cheeks as she turns toward us. “Get your asses in the car so we can go home,” he purrs, blowing them both kisses when Foster sashays to his window and leans in to press a messy kiss to his lips. “Cielo, you taste amazing.”
“Mmmm, I’ll taste even better when I’m done licking our Alpha’s cum out of Hannah’s pussy.”
“Fates, get in before your pheromones send someone into a rut.” I curse, reaching down to adjust my cock where it digs into the zipper of my jeans. We should have ordered delivery so we could get home faster.
Foster laughs, but climbs into the backseat with Hannah. “Don’t tease me, Shep. You know I love it when you rut me.”
