“Finneas,” she panted, eyes glazing with pleasure. “Closer... I need you closer.”
I shifted us, rolling so she was on top, straddling me, hands on my chest for leverage. She sank down again, taking me deep, and started moving, slow grinds at first, building her own rhythm. I sat up, wrapping arms around her waist, mouth latching onto one breast again, sucking hard as she rode me. “Like this?” I murmured around her nipple, thrusting up to meet her. “You control it, baby. So strong, so goddamn sexy. Look at you, riding my cock like a queen, these tits bouncing for me.”
She nodded, blonde waves falling over us, her breaths coming faster. My hands gripped her ass, guiding but not forcing, feeling her muscles work. The emotional weight pressed in, my chest tight with how much I loved her, how this bond would make it real, shared. “This means everything,” I said, voice rough. “You and me, forever. My mate.” The word slipped out, wolf-driven, and her eyes widened, but she didn’t stop, just ground down harder.
Tension coiled tight in my gut, her pussy squeezing me rhythmically, chasing release. I kissed her throat, then her shoulder, teeth grazing the skin at the nape of her neck, soft at first, testing. “When you’re ready,” I whispered. “I’ll mark you as mine.”
“Now,” she gasped, pace faltering as she neared the edge. “Do it. I’m yours.”
I flipped us again, careful, pulling out just long enough to turn her onto her stomach, then entering from behind, spooning close, one arm under her, the other hand between her legs rubbing her clit. She pushed back, ass pressing against me, and I thrust deep, the angle perfect. “Fuck, yes,” I groaned, pace quickening, cock sliding in and out of her wet heat. “You’re so perfect like this, taking me, opening up for the bond.”
Her moans turned desperate, body trembling. I felt her climax building, mine right there too. Leaning in, I nuzzled the nape of her neck, inhaling her scent, mine, always mine. As she cried out, walls clamping down hard, pulsing around my cock, I struck, teeth sinking into the soft skin at the base of her neck, breaking through, blood hot on my tongue.
The bond snapped into place like a lock clicking home. Her orgasm ripped through her, and mine hit at the same time, cock buried deep as I came, spilling inside her with a roar muffled against her skin. Emotions crashed like a wave. Three years of it all: my desperation from the first day she walked into my office, the jealousy that clawed at me, the love that built slow and fierce, the fear during her pregnancy, the joy at our son’s birth. Hers too, her snarky walls cracking, the vulnerability she hid, the steady certainty that led her here. Raw and shared, wolf howling in triumph inside me.
She twisted in my arms, still shuddering, and bit down on my nape, teeth sharp, marking me back. The connection deepened, permanent now, humming between us like a live wire.
We collapsed together, tangled and spent, my cock softening inside her as aftershocks faded. I licked the bite closed, then kissed it, holding her tight. The emotions settled, a constant undercurrent now, her contentment mirroring mine.
“Oh my God,” she said. Her hand was on my chest, her eyes wide. “You felt all of that? This whole time?”
“Every second.”
“From the beginning?”
“From the second you smiled at me. The dimple. I was done.”
Her eyes filled. She pressed her face against my chest. I could feel her happiness through the bond, bright, warm, layered over my own until I couldn’t tell where mine ended and hers began.
“This is insane,” she said into my chest. “I can feel you feeling me feeling you. It’s like emotional inception.”
“That’s one way to describe it.”
“It’s incredible.” She pulled back and looked at me. “You love me a stupid amount, Finneas.”
“I’m aware.”
“Like, a genuinely unreasonable amount.”
“Also aware.”
“Good.” She settled back against my chest. “Don’t stop.”
Later. The baby monitor on the nightstand crackled. Alex’s small hungry cry. I started to get up but Andrea pushed me back down.
“I’ve got this one.”
She padded down the hall to the nursery. I heard her voice through the monitor, low, soft, talking to Alex about something I couldn’t make out. Then footsteps downstairs, the fridge, the bottle warmer clicking on.
I lay in bed and felt her through the bond for the first time. Warm, tired, happy, a little sore. The love underneath it all, constant, humming.
She came back with Alex fed and sleeping against her shoulder. Tucked him into the bassinet she’d moved into our room for nighttime, climbed into bed, settled against me with her face against my neck.
“I can feel you,” she said. “Through the bond. You’re happy.”
“I am.”
“And tired.”
