Chapter 50 #3
"Stay." The command was pure Alpha, brooking no argument, his voice a growl that vibrated through my spine.
"Don't move." I couldn't have moved if I wanted to.
His weight settled over me—chest against my back, his body blanketing mine completely, his legs bracketing my hips.
I was pinned to the earth, helpless, completely at his mercy.
He notched himself at my entrance and pushed inside in one long, relentless stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
A ragged sound tore from his throat, his forehead dropping to my shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.
He gathered both my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand, his fingers interlacing with mine.
The position made him feel impossibly deep, hitting places that made my vision blur.
He started to move—deep, grinding thrusts that drove me into the blanket with every stroke. He didn't speak, didn't need to. The weight of him pinning me down, the grip on my wrists, the relentless rhythm of his hips—it all said the same thing. Mine. Mine. Mine.
"Silas—Alpha—" The words came out muffled against the blanket, my body rocking with each thrust. "Don't stop—please—"
A rough sound rumbled through his chest, vibrating against my back.
His teeth found my shoulder, biting down hard enough to sting, marking me even before the bond.
Every thrust drove me into the ground, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside me.
The weight of him pressing me down, the scrape of his chest against my back, the sound of his ragged breathing in my ear—it all combined into something that threatened to drown me.
"Who do you belong to?" The words were guttural, ground out between thrusts, his breath hot against my ear.
"You—" I sobbed into the blanket, tears leaking from my eyes. "I belong to you—Alpha—"
"Mine." The word vibrated against my shoulder blade where his lips pressed. He released my wrists to slide his hand beneath my body, finding my clit. "Come."
The orgasm hit hard and fast—my body convulsing beneath him, my scream muffled by the blanket.
He didn't slow down, just kept driving into me, fucking me through the aftershocks until they blurred into the start of something else.
Then he pulled back, gripped my hips with both hands, and hauled them up until I was on my hands and knees.
His cock drove back into me from behind, the angle even deeper, and I cried out—not in protest, but in desperate, bone-deep pleasure.
"God—" I moaned, my fingers clawing at the blanket. "So deep—Silas—"
"More." His hand found mine, threading their fingers together, squeezing tight.
His voice was strained, barely human. Even now—even lost in the feral haze—he was anchoring me.
His other arm wrapped around my waist, holding me steady as his thrusts grew harder, deeper.
His forehead pressed between my shoulder blades, his breath coming in harsh pants against my skin.
He communicated in sounds—groans and growls that said more than words ever could.
His knot started catching on my rim—swelling with every thrust, stretching me wider each time he pushed past. The burn mixed with pleasure until I couldn't tell them apart, each pop of his knot past my entrance sending sparks up my spine.
"Alpha—" I sobbed his title, my fingers tightening around his, my body clenching around him.
"Please—need—" He drove into me harder, his knot catching harder now, swelling rapidly.
A possessive sound built in his chest—low and primal—and his teeth scraped the back of my neck in warning of what was to come.
His knot popped past my rim one final time and locked, swelling to its full size inside me, stretching me impossibly wide.
The sensation triggered another orgasm—this one rolling through me in slow, endless waves, my body clamping down on his knot in rhythmic pulses.
I felt him go rigid behind me, heard the broken sound tear from his chest as he came, felt the hot rush of his release flooding me.
For a long moment, we stayed there—him draped over my back, both of us gasping, his knot tying us together. His hand never let go of mine, his fingers squeezing tight.
Then, carefully, he sat back on his heels and pulled me with him, settling me in his lap with my back against his chest. The shift made his knot tug at my rim, press against new places inside me, and I whimpered at the intensity—the fullness of him, the heat of his release, the way every small movement sent aftershocks rippling through me.
"I've got you." His arms wrapped around me, one across my chest, one low on my stomach, his voice rough but tender against my ear. "Just breathe. I've got you, omega."
I melted back against him, letting him hold me, feeling his heart slam against my spine. His knot pulsed inside me with every beat, each throb sending sparks of pleasure through my oversensitive nerves. I could feel his release filling me, warm and wet, his cock still twitching with aftershocks.
"One more." His lips brushed my ear, his hand sliding down over my stomach to find my clit—swollen and sensitive. "Then you're mine."
"Greedy Alpha." I managed, my voice wrecked, my head lolling back against his shoulder. "Haven't you had enough?"
He nipped my earlobe, a rough sound of amusement in his throat.
"Never. Not with you." He worked me slowly—patient pressure on my clit, soft rolls of his hips that shifted his knot inside me, pressing against spots that made me see stars.
His other hand splayed across my chest, feeling my heartbeat, holding me close.
His mouth traced patterns on my neck—soft kisses and gentle scrapes of teeth along the unmarked space where his bite would go.
"Love you." The words were quiet, fierce, breathed against my skin between kisses. "Loved you from the start."
"Silas..." Tears spilled down my cheeks—not from the pleasure this time, but from the raw honesty in his voice, the vulnerability he was finally letting me see.
"You didn't let me hide." His fingers pressed harder, his hips grinding up, his knot shifting inside me in a way that made me gasp. "Made me show you everything. And now it's yours. All of it."
The pleasure was building again—slower this time, deeper. His fingers maintained that patient rhythm on my clit while his knot pressed against my front wall with every roll of his hips. I could feel myself climbing toward something vast, something terrifying in its intensity.
"Let go." His voice was low against my ear, his body curling protectively around mine, his fingers pressing firmly against my clit. "I've got you."
I broke—the orgasm rolling through me deep and endless, pleasure flooding every nerve as I sobbed his name. My body clenched around his knot in slow, rhythmic pulses, and I felt another rush of his release fill me, felt his whole body shudder against my back.
Then his teeth found my throat.
I felt the sharp sting of his bite breaking skin, felt the rightness of it settling into my bones like a key turning in a lock.
The taste of iron bloomed in my awareness—not my blood, but his, because I was already turning my head, already finding the thick column of his throat where his pulse hammered wild against my lips.
His scent flooded my lungs—pine and earth and Alpha, concentrated and overwhelming this close to his skin. I opened my mouth against his throat, feeling the heat of him, the rapid flutter of his heartbeat beneath my lips. My teeth pressed against his skin, harder, harder—and then broke through.
His blood hit my tongue—copper and salt and something deeper, something that tasted like home, like safety, like forever.
I bit down harder, sealing my mouth over the wound, claiming him as surely as he was claiming me.
His whole body shuddered, a sound tearing from his chest that was half groan, half sob, vibrating against my teeth where they were buried in his flesh.
The bond snapped into place.
His arms tightened around me, crushing me against his chest, and I tasted salt mixing with the copper on my tongue—his tears or mine, impossible to tell.
The bond hummed between us, new and raw and overwhelming, and I could feel his emotions bleeding into mine until I couldn't tell where I ended and he began.
Then the intensity faded, settling into something quieter.
A presence in my chest. A connection that hummed alongside Harper and Remy—different, but part of the same whole.
Three threads woven into one. When I could think again, I was still in his lap, still locked on his knot, his arms wrapped around me like he'd never let go.
Tears streamed down my face, and his cheeks were wet where they pressed against my hair.
My teeth had released his throat, and I could see the mark I'd left—my mark, claiming him as surely as he'd claimed me.
"Mine." The word came out broken, fierce, his arms tightening around me. "My omega."
"Yours." I reached back to touch his face, tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the tears that matched my own. "And you're mine. All of you."
He made low whine, pressing his face into my hair, breathing me in.
We stayed that way as the fire burned down to embers, as his knot finally softened and slipped free.
He cleaned us both up with gentle hands, then pulled me back down onto the blanket, tucking me against his chest with my head on his shoulder.
Above us, the stars blazed on, infinite and eternal.
"I meant it." His voice was rough in the darkness, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my hip. "Love you."
I pressed closer, my fingers finding the mark I'd left on his throat—my mark, raised and tender, proof that he belonged to me as much as I belonged to him. "I love you too."
His lips brushed my forehead, soft and reverent. I smiled against his chest, feeling the three bonds settled in my chest—Harper steady, Remy bright, and now Silas, deep and solid like the earth itself. Different from each other, but all part of the same whole. All part of me.
"Stay." The word came out quiet, his arms tightening around me. "Watch the sunrise with me."
"Yes." I was already drifting, my body heavy and sated, surrounded by his warmth and his scent and the distant crackle of dying embers. "Yes to tonight. Yes to tomorrow. Yes to everything."
The last thing I felt before sleep claimed me was his heartbeat beneath my cheek—steady and strong.
Finally complete.