“You,” she hissed, “are a dead man.”
I grinned against her pussy. “You’ve got ten minutes, love. Better make them count.”
“Shit! Percy-!”
“Quiet, remember?” I reminded her, my voice low and commanding as I added a third finger, stretching her. The wet sounds of my fingers pumping into her mingled with the stream’s flow, obscene and thrilling in the open area.
She bit her hand to muffle the sound. I smiled at her obedience. “Good girl. Just let me take care of you.”
“Percy.” My name in her mouth. Breathy, wrecked, needing.
“I’ve got you, love.”
I stood, freeing my cock from my pants, already leaking pre-cum, aching with the need to bury myself in her. She lifted her hips eagerly, and I guided myself to her entrance, rubbing the head through her slick folds until she whimpered against my shoulder.
She bit my shoulder to muffle the sound. Her teeth sank deep enough to sting and the growl that rumbled through my chest carried farther than intended.
Somewhere in the camp, a conversation paused. Neither of us cared.
“Please,” she breathed. “Percy, please.”
“Since you’re asking so nicely.”
One thrust, filling her inch by inch. Her walls stretched around me and the noise she made against my skin was closer to a sob than a moan.
“Fuuuck, yes. Take my cock, love.” I bottomed out, grinding against her, my hands on her hips to control every movement. I set the pace. Slow enough to feel every inch of her, deep enough that her breath stuttered on each stroke.
“You feel so good, love.” My voice was wrecked. “Tighter now. Wetter. Carrying our pups and still squeezing me until I can barely think.”
“Stop talking and move.”
“No.” I thrust deeper, grinding against her clit, and her mouth fell open in a silent cry. “You spent weeks holding me at adistance. I’m going to take my time reminding you what you were missing.”
Her nails raked down my arms. The sting mixed with pleasure until I couldn’t separate them. I pinned her wrists again, dominating her completely as I increased my pace, driven by the sounds she was failing to suppress.
Every sensation doubled toward a peak that would break us both. The stream’s water lapped at our feet now, cool against the heat of our joining.
“Percy, I can’t be quiet, I’m going to...”
“Then let him hear.” I nipped her earlobe. “Let the whole camp hear how good I make you feel. Scream for me,Mira.”
Her orgasm hit with a force that rippled through the bond, her pussy clenching around me in waves that dragged my own release forward.
I buried myself deep, knot swelling, and came with a groan I didn’t bother muffling, spilling inside her, my forehead pressed to hers while the bond channel between us finally roared fully open since the rejection.
The frequency spiked.
The restored channel sent a pulse through the entire bond network, and somewhere in camp, Solomon would have felt the surge hit his chest. Lucian would have gone still mid-sentence.
They’d know. They’d know she’d forgiven me and they’d know exactly how.
Mira sagged against me, breathing hard, her face tucked into my neck. My arms wrapped around her, one hand splayed across her back, the other resting on the bump.
A kick pressed against my palm. Then another. Then a third, rapid, insistent.
“They’re awake,” I said.
“They’ve been awake. Your children have zero sense of timing.”
