I’m not one hundred percent sure what her reasoning is. Maybe it’s because he’s the one who carried me out of the house when they saved me from Pack Caruso. Or maybe it’s because we had the latest start on anything physical, and my omega wants him to know that he’s not any less wanted.
But as he lays down, pulling me on top of him, I can’t help but think it doesn’t matter why. Because this isright.
I lower myself onto him, his cock pulsing once inside me. “I’m not going to last long, Song Bird,” he warns me, his hand finding my clit, “so I’ll make sure you come first.”
My head falls back, and as I ride him, he strums my clit with such intensity, I find myself coming apart almost immediately.
“Do it,” I gasp, my orgasm taking hold. He arches upwards, biting the side of my breast. The pain quickly subsides, sending bolts of pleasure through me. Our half-bond forms, and I hold onto him and bite his shoulder. As my teeth pierce his skin a feeling of peace and tranquility fills me, our connection solidifying.
And so,somuch love.
“Brennan,” I whisper, tears stinging my eyes, a question I don’t evenrealize I’m asking.
“Wren,” he answers, and all the confirmation I need is in the way he kisses me.
Reverent and yearning, his hands roaming my bare skin like he wants to remember the way I feel for the rest of our lives.
He looks into my eyes before pressing one last kiss to my lips.
And then there were two.
“Ethan” I breathe, and he moves towards me, his intention clear. He turns me onto my back and dives into my pussy face first, despite the fact both Teddy and Brennan just came inside me.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my fingers finding his hair. His warm, wet mouth envelopes me, finding my clit and swirling until I’m a babbling mess on his tongue. When the bite pierces the inside of my thigh, I cry out, this one stinging the most, but then Ethan’s tongue is right back on my clit, making me forget all about it. He holds his wrist out to me as I ride the waves of my orgasm, and when I bite it, he groans, his hips moving against the bed.
“So much for clean bedsheets,” Maverick mutters, but Ethan ignores him, climbing up my body until our faces are level.
“You are mine,” he murmurs, “and I am yours. I will never not think of you, because every time I’m working, or on my phone, or even jacking off, your bite mark will be right there to remind me who I belong to.”
“Do you need reminding?” I bite my lip.
He chuckles, shaking his head. “No, but maybe it’ll remind me to sendyoua little wave of lust every chance I get.”
“You would.” I grin, lifting my head and kissing him.
“I would,” he agrees.
And then he rolls off me, and the room is…empty. Except for Maverick.
“Where did everyone go?” I ask, frowning.
“I’m assuming to get a shower,” he answers, crawling over to me. But he doesn’t get on top of me or pull me on top of him. Instead, he lays on his side, facing me. I turn to match his position. “Or…they were giving us privacy.”
“They didn’t get privacy.”
“They weren’t last.” He shrugs.
My heart pangs. “Maverick—”
His finger presses against my lips. “I’m going to say what I need to say, okay? My feelings are not hurt, and to be honest, I’m glad I’m last.”
I nod, my heart racing, and he lowers his hand. “Before I met you, I figured I would just never have a pack or an omega. I was destined to be alone. So I bought my nice house, drive a nice car, and fill my nice house with nice things that I don’t really use, and that don’t really matter. Do you see where I’m going with this?”
I frown, shaking my head.
He smiles gently. “Then, I met you, and you were all I saw. You were this beautiful little ball of anxious energy that needed to be coaxed out of her shell—yet still managed to ask me what my qualifications were to take care of an omega. I was so terrified that you view me as this…this creepy old guy. I was worried my age might be a barrier between us but…you embraced it. Trusted me. And made me feel like I mattered for the first time in a very, very long time. So what I’m saying…is that I would burn this house to the ground. I would send my car off a cliff. I would throw every nice thing in the garbage if it meant…if it meant I’d get to love you for the rest of my life.”
My heart stops. “Maverick…”
