“You gonna make your cowboy come? Bounce on it, Omega. Earn my knot.”
His words spur me on and excite me, and before I even know it, I’m bouncing up and down on his huge dick, letting the head slam into my cervix each time I drop down, watching his breathing become rougher and ragged. Then his fingers are on my clit, pressing hard, pinching my nub, and I’m done for.
The scream rips through me before I even register the sheer pleasure coursing through my veins, and then Ezra is crying out, too, pumping me from below as streams of his seed shoot into my core, his cock twitching with each release. He roars and rears up, his mouth sealing against the flesh of my left breast just before his teeth sink in, drawing another wave of endless pleasure from my body.
My teeth begin to ache, growing inside my mouth until, with a hiss, I clamp down on his left shoulder, right above where his arm meets it.
His blood flows into my mouth as my body twitches with aftershocks of my orgasm.
Ezra’s blood is sweet to my taste buds, as it should be between mates. And my soul sings as his knot inflates inside of me, locking us together.
Not just for tonight, but forever.
Chapter Fifteen
The next couple of days pass by in a blur. Jasper and Adam come over both nights, and all four of us have been together, discussing what to do first with all the renovations.
“Look. I think the smart thing would be to renovate the house first,” Jasper says as we all gather in my living room tonight.
“There’s a rule I read about that says as long as one wall remains standing, the whole rest of the house could come down, and it would still be considered a remodel.” Adam’s concentration is on his phone as he speaks, until it dings, and a smile crosses his face as he looks up at me. “And my brother knows the best architect in NorCal.”
“And I already took the liberty of talking to Lloyd about his buddy’s construction company’s availability,” Ezra chimes in,looking a little bashful. “He said they’d be happy to come by when we’re ready for a quote. They’ll do right by us.”
Jasper looks at Ezra, then Adam, then at me. “So, Adley, Adam, and I will split the cost three ways, while Ezra provides free construction labor to save us money there.” He shifts on the couch, expression bemused. “I can’t exactly handle construction work with my knee, and, let’s face it, Adam is a pretty boy and not into manual labor.”
Adam shoots Jasper a death-worthy glare, and I purse my lips to stifle a laugh.
“I don’t have any money, Adley. And I can’t get a loan with my background and no steady job.”
I look at Ezra, see the embarrassment all over his face, and frown before I get up and go to him, plopping myself in his lap on the old armchair he’s sitting in. “Never apologize for that. You’re going to be taking on a huge responsibility on the construction front.”
A bit of guilt wars with the warmth in my chest at how enthusiastic everyone is about getting this done, building our pack and living together, running the sanctuary, and eventually expanding it. But that guilt is actually because Idon’tfeel guilty about ripping down most of this old house.
It was Uncle Jim’s. This was where he spent most of his life, and where I spent all my summers growing up. There are so many memories here. But the space is mine now—ours. We need to be able to create our own memories here for a long, long time.
“I want this house to be what we all want. So, we all need to work together with the architect. Make sure we all have the space we dream of in a forever home.”
“My brother and his family have a great house they expanded when they had kids.” Adam types on his phone again, and it only takes a second for it to ding. “Ben says we can come by this weekend to look at their setup, see if it sparks any ideas.”
“How does that sound?” I ask Jasper and Ezra, who both nod in agreement. “Great! We’ll all go together then. Meet your brother’s family.” I grin at Adam, who looks like he’s second-guessing his decision now.
Later that night, Adam returns to his apartment, Ezra to his trailer—despite me trying to get him to stay at the house now that we’re mated—and Jasper comes with me out back to let the fuzzballs out. We keep the back porch light off, which is my favorite way to be out here in the moonlight. We position two of the outdoor lounge chairs side-by-side to recline in.
Danko comes over to Jasper with a tennis ball, which Jasper throws, and Danko runs after. And Nikki, well, I’ve got her number by now.
Two toys “in play” at all times with this little dog.
She comes to me with a ball, drops it on the ground, and uses her nose to roll it toward me. When I pick it up, she runs off and gets another ball, which she holds in her mouth, waiting for me to throw the first. When I do, she barks wildly, the ball muffling the sound, and half runs, half bounces after the ball I threw. She’ll rinse and repeat, swapping balls for the rest of the night.
And I love it. My little sheriff.
“I used to do this all the time when I was little,” I tell Jasper.
“With your Uncle Jim?”
“Yeah. Right here in this yard.” My chest gets heavy with the memory. “This was back when Springer was still alive. You saw photos of her. She was a chocolate Lab and Greyhound mix. That dog had my whole heart. She still has part of it today, hence the sanctuary’s name.” My vision blurs, eyes grow hot. “When I’d stay here over the summer, we’d always go outside and lounge, alternating who threw the ball by who Springer brought it back to.” I huff a laugh. “She was partial to me, though that may have been because I was the visitor.”
Jasper is quiet for a little while before he says, “I had this fluffy black cat when I was growing up. His name was Hades, and he was a mush. Loved to bump you with his head or wrap his puffy tail around your leg. He was a great companion. Got me through some tough times in high school.”
