43. Dagan
Dagan
We all head upstairs. Despite being semi-civil tonight, Victor disappears into his room and bolts the door. I shake my head, hoping this is the start of him pulling himself together.
Jack and Clara stroll up the stairs hand in hand, and a surge of jealousy claws at my gut. My alpha snarls inside me. I take a deep breath and force it down. Her bonds with each of us will move at different paces.
I’m turning toward my own door when a small hand presses to my back, stopping me. My omega is looking up at me, eyes hopeful.
“Do you want to come up to the pack bed?” she signs a little choppy but she’s doing so well. I’m so proud she’s my mate.
My heart soars. “ Are you sure, Mine? ” I sign back. I don’t want her inviting me just because she scented the sour edge of jealousy on me.
She nods. “You and Bram,” she adds aloud.
Bram stumbles at his door like her words just took his knees out.
I press closer to Clara, her chest brushing mine, her breath warm against my throat.
Bram moves in behind her, and her apple-and-cinnamon perfume blooms between us heady and sharp with the edge of slick.
One of her arms loops around my neck. The other curls back to catch Bram.
Jack growls from behind, not liking being locked out of this formation.
“Let’s go up and get comfortable,” she says.
We follow. I’m already painfully hard. If she only wants to sleep, I’ll give her that.
But then, once we're in the bedroom, she turns and climbs me like a tree. One second she’s standing. The next, her legs are wrapped around my waist, her heat pressed against my cock, only a whisper of fabric between us.
I walk her to the bed, and when my shins hit the frame, we fall together. Every inch of her molds to me. My cock jerks and my skin feels electrified.
I stand, and she unhooks her legs. Her dress rides up, revealing panties darkened with slick. Her chest rises and falls quickly, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. The thought of her mouth on me makes me grit my teeth. Her gaze drops to my straining cock.
Bram and Jack step up beside the bed, but I snap at them with my teeth bared. Bram growls back, our eyes locking before I yield.
“He’s in rut,” Jack says through the roaring in my head. My vision tunnels until she’s all I see. Mine. She bites her lip and I try to lunge, but strong hands clamp on my arms, holding me back. I struggle, but they don't let go.
“Let him go,” Clara says.
Bram and Jack share a look.
“He’s in rut, Ghost. I don’t want him to hurt you, and it would kill him if he did,” Bram warns.
“He won’t,” she says softly, still looking at Bram. “You won’t let him.”
Bram meets my gaze. “No biting.” The command hits hard. Then he releases me, and I tear free from Jack.
Clara’s at the pillows, but I grab her ankles and drag her down the bed. Her startled squeak makes me harder.
“Slow,” Bram barks.
“If I don’t tell you I need your help,” she snaps at him, “then I don’t need your help.”
Bram steps back.
My hands grip her hips hard as I flip her onto her stomach. Her breathing turns ragged, perfume thick in the air. She likes giving me what I want, and it feeds my alpha hunger.
I hook my fingers in her panties and yank as fabric tears in my fists. She groans as they fall away, her bare ass framed by the bunched hem of her dress. I grab each soft globe, nipping at the flesh until Bram’s warning growl halts my teeth.
Slick runs down her thighs. I lick it up like I’ve been starving, her taste pure apple pie. It's warm, sweet, perfect. She’s loving it.
Two fingers slide through her folds, circling her clit. She keens, and my cock throbs. I notch the head at her entrance. She wiggles, the tip slipping just inside is too much for my rut-drunk brain.
I fist her hair, pulling her taut like a bow. I slam home in one brutal thrust. Her gasp breaks into a moan as slick floods around me. I don’t wait. I fuck her deep and fast, hips snapping forward like I’ll never get enough.
“Dagan!” she cries between thrusts. “More!”
The sound wrecks me. I reach between us, gather slick from where I’m buried, and spread it up to her tight little rosebud.
One press, then another, and I’m fucking both holes, cock in her cunt, fingers in her ass, while my other hand circles her clit in tight, sure patterns. She arches back, chasing more.
“Knot me. God, Dagan, please—please!”
I can’t deny her. On the next thrust, I shove deep, knot swelling. She cries out, her walls fluttering violently as her orgasm crashes through her. I pull out, making her whimper, then slam the knot back in. Again. Again. Until it’s too big to pull free.
I come, forcing every drop deep inside her. Pressing her into the mattress, my body curls protectively over hers, scenting her, breathing her in until there’s nothing else.
Mine. Always mine.