His emotions slam into me like atsunami—euphoria, pain, love, then something else… something darker. A deep, hollow ache that bands around my chest, as if a gloomy shadow has descended over the bed. That’s when I realize it’s his guilt and regret, bleeding through our bond like a ghost, begging for a chance to make things right and banishing every doubt I had that he could be insincere. To counter this, I flood our connection with love and reassurance. Hearing him apologize and say how bad he felt is one thing, but feeling the full gravity of it is almost suffocating, even in this euphoric moment.
“I forgive you,” I murmur as he buries his face in my neck. “I forgive you, Jagger.”
Our emotions are fighting in a mental boxing ring—his guilt, my reassurance… and our unwavering love.
When he looks at me again, I see that his cheeks are wet. “Do you really mean that?”
“Yes.” He should be able to feel it. “I love you.”
The rush of love that I sense from him is all-consuming as his mouth meets mine in a passionate inferno. I cry out his name ashe bucks aggressively, the pleasure from every judder of his hips driving me deeper into the mattress as he claims me. Making me his.
Every moment since we met has led up to this one, the relief from not having to deny our connection indescribably freeing.
“Mine.” My entire body quakes in response to his husky growl. “Myomega.” His swift, purposeful thrusts sate the deep ache in my core.
“I’m going to…” I don’t finish my sentence as an orgasm rips through me. The combination of the sensations rippling through me, our emotions, and our scents transport me to another plane. I hold onto Jagger, memories swimming before my eyes as I drown in his feelings of undying devotion.
This may not have been the straightforward fairy tale love story I’d wished for as a child, but it’s better. Some people say you have to experience true heartbreak to know real joy, to make it all the sweeter. I can now understand what they mean.
While I tremble, slick gushing all over hiscock, Jagger’s muscles tighten until he can’t hold back anymore. He locks into place with a satisfied moan, binding us together in every possible way. His messydarkhair sticks to his forehead as he spills his seed into me, truly claiming me as his.
“I won’t let you down again, Delilah.”
“I know.” I feather my hands down his inked back as he stays locked inside me, knowing he means exactly what he says.
A surprising serenity overtakes me as we lie here together, soaking in the moment and the realization that… this is it. We’re bonded together. Forever.
He nuzzles his face into my neck, coating me in his scent and inhaling. “You smell even sweeter now that you’re mine…” He catches himself. “I mean, ours.”
A few hours later, Nash and Tae rejoin us in the nest with a stack of freshly laundered blankets. Nash looks between the two of us, snuggled up in the sheets, wearing a knowing smile.
His eyes twinkle. “So you bonded, huh?”
“Quit pretending like you don’t know!” Tae guffaws from behind him then winks at me. “He’s had to take three cold showers with only his hand for company.”
Nash glowers as I smile sleepily, looking around my perfect nest at my gorgeous men.
Nash—the protective fixer. He’s practical and sturdy. The anchor to our group. The one who thinks every decision through and keeps us steady.
Tae—mygorgeous betabarista. Our bundle of fun and energy, who keeps the peace and brings positivity.
Jagger—the tortured artist who broke us both, only to bring us all together, our bond even stronger than before. He may not know who he is yet—I feel those worries in him—but with our support, I know he will get where he wants to be. We all will. As long as we have each other.
“What does this mean?” Tae cocks his head. “Will we finally be going public as a pack with an omega? You’re not going to be able to hide that you’re bonded forever.”
“That’s a decision we have to make together.” Jagger wraps his arms around me. “What do you think, rainbow?”
“For now…” I eye the muffins we discarded earlier. “I’d like to eat a sugary treat surrounded by my guys. We can deal with everything else and make big decisions later.” I kiss Jagger. “As a pack.”
“I like the sound of that.” Jagger’s mouth curves into a genuinely happy smile. “How lucky am I?”
“How lucky are we,” Tae corrects.
I know we won’t be able to stay in the safety of our little bubble forever, and big decisions will have to be made, but right now, everything else can wait because I’ve just found my happily ever after with the Ward Pack.
FORTY-SIX
Delilah
