“I never knew it could feel like this.” Wilder’s voice hitched, and a tear rolled down his cheek.
I kissed it away, hoping I was stealing all of his pain with it.
“Me, either,” I murmured.
He eventually sat up, keeping me in the protective circle of his embrace. His knot was still lodged inside me, giving no indication that it was going down anytime soon. I looked down at where we were connected, fascinated by how stretched I was around him. There was a slight sting and a feeling of fullness, but mostly there was pleasure and a deep sense of security.
I whimpered when he trailed his finger over my multiple bond marks.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I lost control.”
His expression was contrite, but I burst out laughing because the main emotion I felt through the bond was pride.
I rolled my hips against him and he swore, his huge palms cupping my ass.
“You don’t seem very sorry to me.”
He shrugged with a grin. “Yeah, you’re right.” His expression sobered and he ran his hands slowly up and down my body in careful inspection. “But you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you?”
“You didn’t hurt me.” My fingers ran through his hair. It looked as wild as I was sure mine did. I definitely needed a bath, and I had some scrapes and bruises from being fucked on the forest floor, but even in the midst of his rut, he’d been achingly careful with me.
He let out a shuddering breath, relief rushing down the bond like gentle waves cresting against the beach. When I shivered, he took his shirt off and pulled it over my head, revealing the scars on his chest. I traced them with my finger.
“My second year as a firefighter,” he said, answering my unspoken question. “It was a house fire and there was a kid trapped upstairs. I tossed him out the window to my crew on the ground, but a beam fell on me before I could get out. Spent a month in the hospital, which fucking sucked. The kid was okay, though, and he visited me several times with his parents.”
As much as I hated the idea of him risking his life, my heart swelled. I skimmed my lips along his scars. “How could you ever see yourself as harmful or dangerous?”
His cheeks flushed, and I grinned. My grumpy mountain-man alpha wasblushing.
“Let’s get you inside.” He stood, his hand palming my ass to keep his knot from pulling at me. Sparks of intense pleasure ran through me as I wrapped my arms and legs around him. Every step he took brought me closer to an orgasm until I came with a loud cry. Wilder cursed, bracing himself against a tree for balance as he thrust as much as he could when he was locked in me.
“Greedy girl,” he murmured, voice full of affection.
I traced his bond mark on my hand, making him groan. “Yeah, I’m the greedy one.”
He grumbled something, but we were both pure joy flowing in the bond.
He kept walking, but his unbuttoned jeans kept sliding down his legs as he headed back to the cabin. He was a swearing mess as he held me with one hand and his jeans with the other, as I laughed hysterically.
“Who knew outdoor sex was so undignified?” I snorted as he gave up on his jeans, kicking them off and leaving them on the forest floor.
He just grunted. “I’ll come back for the clothes after I take care of you.”
By the time his cozy cabin came into view, I was half asleep, but I pried my eyelids open at Wilder’s growl.
King and Leo were sitting on the cabin’s porch, waiting for us.
“You’re going to be nice and share, right?” My words were slurred as my eyes drifted shut. “I’m yours, but I’m theirs, too.”
Wilder’s chest heaved as he fought through his alpha’s waves of possessiveness, but his growl subsided and his shoulders softened.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I’ll be nice.”
King and Leo met us in the driveway, and my omega wiggled happily at having all of my guys together.
“You doing okay, baby girl?” King pressed against my back, his heat welcome against my cooling skin.
“Yes, Daddy.”
