Everything gets hazy.
Wait, is this even real life?
A warm, floaty feeling takes over as Moretti batters my cervix. There’s no pain, which is nice, but my ass is still tender.
A good kind of tender.
It’s a great ache.
He yanks my head back and leans around me, striking my neck just below my ear.
The flash of pain converts to bliss immediately, and I wail as I lock down on his swelling cock.
He growls, and it radiates against my skin as he laps at the blood spilling around his canines.
The bond slams into place without any confirmation on my part, but I guess my soul accepted for me.
Moretti’s electric scent floods the connection, and a wave of smug satisfaction follows. His pleasure from his orgasm comes next, and it’s too intense.
I lose my vision as I wail.
Damn, I’ve never seen an actual bonding take place during a claiming ceremony.
The audience tonight definitely got their money’s worth.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Magnum
I’m jealous as fuck watching Moretti claim Vanessa, but I had a feeling it was coming. They put on quite the show, and my cock is about to explode as he finally helps her rest her feet on the floor and pulls free of her pussy.
Vanessa is wrecked.
Her mascara runs down her red cheeks, her hair is wild and untamed in a way I haven’t seen before, and from the looks of it, she doesn’t know which way is up.
She might be dick drunk, but she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Moretti wraps his hand around her jaw from behind, tilting her face back toward his. He bends low, and they share a tender kiss before he runs his hands down her sides, pushing the hem of her lingerie into place.
Or that’s what I assume he’s doing.
I can’t see perfectly with the chair in the way.
He makes sure she’s settled, pulls back, and steps over to address the crowd while Vanessa hobbles toward me.
Damn, he knocked the bottom out, for sure.
And I’m still unreasonably jealous at a level that can’t be healthy.
I didn’t grow up in a pack—you’d never catch my dad sharing my mom, but he had free rein to fuck anything that moved. My mom is a female alpha, so she never had heats to push the issue.
Despite all that, I’m open to the idea of pack life.
I just need to get some real-world practice.
Watching is hot.
It’s easy to put myself in Hawk’s or Moretti’s place, and seeing the faces she makes really does it for me. I’m good with observing sometimes, but I also want to participate.
