“Knox,” Walker barks. “Out.”
The cock is freed from my throat with a line of spit from my lower lip to the tip of Knox’s cock. I groan as Walker picks up the pace, pounding against me so hard that Eli’s headboard thwacks against the wall. Fire builds in my veins, and a need so strong it brings tears to my eyes builds within my gut. My toes curl as a wave of lust rolls up my legs, making its way over my body.
“Alpha,” I cry out on a half-whimper, half-sob. “I—I need—I, uh…”
“Tell me,” Walker growls as he pounds against me with relentless fury. “Tell me what you need so I can give it to you, Omega.”
The words slip out like butter, like they were always meant for him. A desperate plea I didn’t even ask my prior pack for. A plea I’ve always known was his the instant I scented him at the Blossom Festival all those weeks ago.
My scent match.
My fate.
My destiny.
I’m ready for him to be mine.
“Mark me,” I whimper. “Make me yours.”
Walker’s hips stutter before I feel my hole being spread. The wet plop of our bodies together slows down as the suction of his knot overtakes my mind. He stuffs me full only to pull it out, and I back my ass into him.
“Alpha, please,” I whine. “I’ll be good, I swear.”
“Mine.”
He stuffs his growing knot back into my body as slick dribbles down the insides of my thighs. It’s my undoing.
My orgasm rockets through me as his knot swells, pressing against the underside of my clit that Eli relentlessly plays with. My legs lock and I bite down into the pillow, my moans and groans swallowed up by fabric that smells exactly like Knox.
I don’t feel the bite of Walker’s teeth, though.
“Alpha,” I whisper breathlessly.
He growls as he wiggles his knot inside of me, like he’s trying to push himself even deeper into my body. My belly feels heavy as he pours into me, thread after thread of hot arousal filling me up.
My head spins. The room around me tilts on its own axis.
I still don’t feel his teeth.
“Walker, I meant it,” I say breathlessly, the haze of my heat clearing enough for me to reach out and wrap my hand around his wrist. “I knew you were mine the moment I smelled you in the wind at that festival. It scared me to death, but not anymore. I want to be yours.”
Eli’s hand slips from beneath my body as Walker’s nose nuzzles along the crook of my neck. “I don’t want to push you into anything. I know you’ve been afraid. You’re mine whether I mark you or not. It doesn’t have to happen now.”
Tears rush my eyes. “I don’t want to go another day without you in my life, and it scares the shit out of me. Promise me you’ll never abandon me.”
He lowers his chest to my back, both of us connected with his knot. The press of him is so comforting. “Never, Lia. I will never leave you. No matter what this world throws our way and no matter where you go, I will always be yours.”
The pillow soaks up the tear that falls from my eye. “Then mark me. We’ll figure out the rest with time.”
His tongue laves along the crook of my neck, and I let my eyes flutter closed. Someone runs their fingers through my hair while someone else presses kisses along my left arm.
Walker’s knot pulses, kicking against the underside of my clit. It pulls another whimper from my mouth. His teeth scrape along my scent gland, making my walls flutter around him.
And then he sinks his teeth into me.
“Yes!” I cry out.
“Mine,” he declares with a rumble that shakes my back.
