His knot inflated, catching on my entrance with each thrust. It was so close. I was so close. I barely registered what he demanded of me until he stilled and clarity crashed down on me.
“Husband,” I whispered, my throat raw as I slid my tiny hand over his cheek. “My husband. Only mine.”
And he was.
This gorgeous, protective, ruthless alpha was mine.
He belonged to me.
“Wife,” he murmured, rocking his hips and locking his knotinto place.
The thread in my abdomen snapped. My omega was a melted, sated kitten as my release rolled over me in slow, sweet waves. Each peak crested and lapped at my frayed nerves, other small orgasms shaking my tired body as Kaelen came, spilling his seed.
“Nothing means anything without you,” he said, fusing our lips together in a languid, consuming kiss. “Everything I do from this day forward until my last breath will be for you. Thank you, Willow.”
“For what?”
He smirked, pressing another chaste kiss to my lips. “For letting this demon corrupt you.”
My hand landed on his forearm, tracing the words etched there.
Tá sé scríofa.
It’s fated.
And we were.
“You didn’t corrupt me, Kaelen. You showed who I was always meant to be.”
Forty-Two
WILLOW
For hours, I slipped in and out of sleep. Kaelen stayed close, tending to his mark. The bond thrummed with his attention, my heat done and my omega content. I wanted to spend every heat like this, curled up with my alpha, safe in our nest.
A sleepy smile crinkled my eyes, knowing that was exactly what every heat would be like.
Once the sun set, my stomach grumbled. Kaelen rose from the bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. The lines of his muscles and tattoos disappeared under the waistband.
It was unfair how gorgeous he looked.
My omega whined, the sound reedy and high-pitched.
Despite my heat being over, our bond was still fresh, and neither me nor my omega wanted our alpha to leave.
“Alpha. No,” I pleaded, reaching for him. “Don’t.”
I hated the neediness in my tone, but it was too soon for himto go. A warm palm slid along my face. I leaned into the touch, holding his hand in place.
“Shhh, sweet omega. I’ll be right back. I’m getting more food for us. Ten minutes. I promise. Can you be my good girl and wait here for me?”
I nodded, my eyes still wide as my fingers clutched the nearest blanket. He pressed a reassuring kiss on my forehead, saying so many unspoken things.
At that moment, he wasn’t Kaelen Finnegan, head of one of the most feared families in Boston. He was my husband, my alpha. The man I loved, who loved me. Someone fiercely dedicated to my protection, his devotion clear in the brush of his lips.
His retreating form moved, and I stared a little too long at his firm ass as he walked away. It was like he had been poured into his clothing. Sweatpants, suit pants, jeans… it didn’t matter. Anything he wore highlighted how stunning my alpha was.
True to his word, Kaelen returned a few minutes later, carrying a tray filled with fresh fruit, buttered toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, and something else I didn’t recognize. My mouth watered, and my stomach lurched again.
