I crinkled my brow. “What’s that?”
“It’s something that can happen during play like this,” he explained. “You can fall into what some people describe as a trance, or extreme comfort. It’s referred to as subspace. It’s meant to be very relaxing.”
I nodded my head. That’s definitely how it felt. “I feel… so relaxed.”
“Good,” he said. “That’s the point.”
I pressed in closer to him, scenting the warmth of his carmely scent.
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
His chuckle wasn’t audible, but I could feel it against his chest. “No need to thank me. If anything, I should thank you for trusting me.”
My face warmed. “I do trust you,” I said easily. “And I mean, we have the contract in place, so it’s my job to be-”
“What does that have to do with any of this?” he interrupted.
I paused, blinking at him. “Everything?” I said. “It’s the whole reason I’m here. Having your baby and then…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the final word.
Leaving.
Each time I considered it, it felt like a knife to the chest.
He looked confused. “Is that what you think this is? A surrogacy and then done?”
My heart pounded in my chest so hard I worried he would hear it. “Yes?” Though I didn’t sound very confident.
Suddenly, I was being flipped to my back, Marcus hovering over me.
“Let me make it clear,” he said.
A moan tore through me as he pressed forward and slid his massive cock inside without warning. My hands braced on his shoulders, digging into his skin.
“That contract was a formality to get you in the door.” He pulled all the way out before pressing in again slowly, stretching me inch by excruciating inch. “I don’t give a shit what it says. You’re ours. You’ve been ours since the Packtacular. It just took a bit of time to get you back.”
He continued fucking me at that slow pace, our bodies driven together in the perfect way. So at odds with his claiming words.
“I…” I didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know what I could say. Did everyone really feel that way? Even Joon.
“Don’t question it,” he said. “Don’t think about it too hard. It just is. You’re going to have our baby,” he punctuated myinclusion in that, “and we’re all going to live happily ever after, in our own twisted way.”
Tears began to cloud my vision. That’s what I wanted to hear the whole time. I wanted to be a part of this pack, needed them to be mine in the way I was theirs. And here Marcus was, offering it up as if it were a given all along.
As one fell down my face, Marcus leaned in and licked it up from my cheek. He then kissed his way back down, over my jaw, down my neck. His pace stayed the same, our bodies melding together in such a raw way it was almost too much.
“I love you,” I breathed quietly against him. “And I want to stay.”
When he pulled up to look at me, his gaze was almost triumphant.
“Then you will,” he said, as if it were as simple as that.
We kept going. Fucking in a way that felt like more. Like the beginning of something.
His hand reached down to circle my clit, dragging me closer to release. “My sweet little omega,” he murmured absently, adding pressure until I was chasing him with my hips. “All fucking mine.”
A whine tore from my throat as I leaned, bending to show him my neck.
He ran his nose up it. Only one thought crossed my mind.
