There’s no pain, only the soft snap of skin breaking as Fang reaches his release. His cock inflates, pumping cum into my womb, stuffing me to the brim.
At the same time, our souls merge, and suddenly, his pleasure is mine.
I’ve heard the mating bite be described as an out of body experience, something so permanent and pleasurable that people chase that high for the rest of their lives.
But as I sink into our bond, I know I won’t chase it.
It’s inside me forever.
This moment, where I sense the core of who Fang is, will be a memory I’ll replay in my soul forever.
I can pull from his strength. The man that feels so much, so intensely, and channels it into creativity.
I know, with his support, I can do that, too.
When he rolls us onto our sides, him spooning me from behind, tears stream down my cheeks.
“You’re everywhere,” I choke out.
He keeps his purr steady, his chest rumbling against my back. “I’m honored.” His own voice is raspy, and I sense moisture at the back of my neck as he kisses me there. “You’re everything I could want,” he whispers urgently. “Do you hear me?Everything.”
He holds me until the aftershocks subside, and I can breathe deeply and slowly. His knot stays inflated inside me, keeping me fused to him.
I drift in and out of slumber, breathing in our mated scent.
Fang ismine.
He’s my family, forever.
He hums something, a sweet, gentle tune, a lullaby I’ve never heard. I float in bliss, a peaceful, small smile on my lips.
I wake up refreshed,warm, and clean. Moonlight streams in from the window, and I realize I must have slept for at least a good few hours.
The mattress caresses my body while the luxurious fibers of the nesting blankets tickle my skin, making goosebumps pebble on my naked body.
Fang’s scent still lingers in the air, but there are other Alpha scents now, too.
Ivan and Logan are back!
I sit up in the pack bed, the blankets falling off me, and my stomach flips. A slight pressure on my womb reminds me of the situation.
The mating bond may be complete with Fang, but there are two more Alphas in my life that I need.
My inner Omega doesn’t feel like waiting anymore, especially when sweet apples and vanilla bourbon await me.
Someone was kind enough to leave an oversized sleep shirt on the bed for me, and I gasp in delight when I see it.
It’s a deep violet with a patten of grey and white kittens printed on it.
I slip it on, humming at the sensation of the soft material.
I’m so sensitive toeverythingright now.
Dressed in the cutest sleep shirt I’ve ever seen in my life, I swing my legs off the side of the best and stand, ready to claim the other two Alphas that belong in my life permanently.
They’re already my scent matches—already made by nature for me, and only me.
Now, I want them stamped on my soul.
