He captures my lower lip, and his teeth dig into the tender flesh as his cock swells inside me.
My body wracks with trembles, like I’ve lost all control of my bodily functions, and every movement drags his knot along my inner walls.
It clicks in my mind that I can either accept or deny the bond, and I pull myself together enough to accept the link.
He groans, and his cock kicks, jerking inside me almost violently.
I’m smacked by his euphoria radiating through the bond, and I come all over again. Hell, maybe my orgasm never fully ended.
It’s confusing and amazing all at once.
Retracting his canines, he licks the bite to clean and seal it. His hand digs into my lower back as I swivel my hips in a circle. He’s still hard, and every tug of his knot sends a warm, fuzzy feeling straight to my chest.
It’s almost like I’m high, or maybe I’m losing the battle against the fog.
Either way, I need to come again.
My soul is content.
My pack is complete, and I’m safe, so I give in to the haze and chase another orgasm.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Moretti
The nest smells like an absolute fuck fest by the time I make it in. The sun rose on my drive back to the mansion, and by the time I shower and make it into the nest, it must be close to seven a.m.
I’m half-delirious.
That must be it.
That’s why I can’t make sense of what I’m seeing.
Vanessa is asleep on Hawk’s chest, and he’s buried inside her with his hand resting on her lower back. He didn’t even have the decency to cover her up with a blanket as she slept.
However, that’s not the strange part. Magnum sleeps on his side, and Vanessa is sucking his cock while they both sleep. I suppose it’s just resting in her mouth if she’s not awake to consciously suck.
Magnum has his hand resting on Hawk’s shoulder, and he’s kinda curled around his head. They’re truly in a pack puppy pile.
I bring a hand to my eyes, rubbing at the ache.
Well, I’m not hallucinating, despite the severe lack of sleep over the last few days.
I felt Magnum join the bond several hours ago, but I assumed that would be coming. The several hours of sex that followed,spilling through the bond while I was trying to conduct business, felt like torture. Though, we all know her heat could hit at any time.
My nose twitches, breathing in Vanessa’s pheromones.
They are quite thick.
Rational thought finally catches up, and I climb onto the mattress, resting my hand on Vanessa’s cheek to check for a fever. She’s warm, but not boiling to the point of concern. At least, I don’t think so.
Bringing my other hand to Magnum’s side, I try to compare their temperatures.
No.
She’s fine.
God.
