44. Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Four
Mira
A drian kneels and begins to crawl up my body. “I’m going to fuck you now, Mira. Then I’m going to bite you and bond you. All three of us are going to do that. Is that what you still want?”
I don’t just want them.
I need them. I think I might die if Adrian doesn’t move faster.
I let out a growl, a pure omega sound, past the ability to talk.
Adrian's kiss is searing, possessive, claiming me with every slide of his tongue. He devours me, his hands tangling in my hair to hold me in place. I surrender to his passion, my body molding to his, needing to be closer, always closer, but before I can fully process the intensity of his kiss, he's rearing back, his eyes wild with hunger. In one swift movement, he grasps my hips and spins me, putting me on my hands and knees in the center of our nest. The abrupt change in position makes my head spin.
“Mine,” Adrian growls from behind me, his large hands kneading my ass. “My omega. My mate.”
Yes. My alpha is giving me everything I need. What I demand.
I can only whimper in response, my body trembling with anticipation even as the thrill makes me ache.
Zane and Cole move to either side of me, their eyes dark with matching hunger. Zane cups my face, his thumb brushing over my kiss-swollen lips. “You're so perfect like this,” he murmurs. “On your knees for your alphas.”
Cole's hand tangles in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me gasp. “We're going to fill you up,” he promises darkly. “Claim you so thoroughly, you'll never doubt who you belong to.”
I moan at their words; at the pictures they paint. My slick drips down my thighs, my body preparing for what's to come. “Please,” I beg, arching my back, presenting myself shamelessly. “Make me yours.”
Adrian's growl is pure sin and satisfaction. “With pleasure, Omega.”
And then he's pressing forward, the blunt head of his cock nudging insistently at my slick entrance. I hold my breath, every nerve ending alight with desperate anticipation. The first breach is always the most intense… that initial stretch, the feeling of being split open and filled.
Adrian pushes in slowly, each inch a delicious invasion. His thickness parts my folds, pressing against my fluttering walls. Every ridge caresses my inner walls as he sinks deeper, stretching me wide around his impressive girth.
The burn and pressure is exquisite, teetering on the knife's edge of pain and pleasure. It's almost too much, the way he's opening me, possessing me. I drop to my elbows, my hands fisting in the soft blankets of our nest as he continues his relentless push forward.
When his hips finally meet the curve of my ass, I'm so full I can scarcely breathe. He's buried to the hilt, his cock throbbing hot and heavy inside me. I've never felt so stretched, so completely claimed. It's as if he's reaching parts of me I never knew existed, lighting me up from the inside.
For a moment, we both stay perfectly still, savoring the intense connection. He leans over me, covering me with his body, his chest pressing against the curve of my back until I’m fully covered with his body inside and out. He brushes his lips on the crux of my shoulder and I vaguely realize he’s preparing the part of me where his bite will go.
“Are you ready for me, Omega?” His voice is so low, so raw with his own arousal, that I barely recognize it.
“Yesssss.” It’s the only word I can say, and even then, it’s more grunt than word.
Adrian rises, his fingers clenching my hips, and he starts to move, withdrawing slowly before surging forward again. The drag of his cock against my sensitive walls makes me see stars, pleasure sparking up my spine with each deep thrust.
He sets a steady, powerful rhythm, his hips slapping against my ass as he fucks me. The sounds of our coupling fill the nest, my thread-y moans and his guttural groans mixing together. Each driving thrust hits that secret spot inside me, making my toes curl and my eyes roll back.
Zane pinches my nipples, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers. Cole's fingers find my clit, rubbing quick, tight circles that make my thighs shake.
“That's it, Sweetness. Take what your alpha gives you,” Cole rasps.
I'm lost in a haze of pleasure, my body no longer my own. I exist only as a conduit for sensation, a vessel for my alphas' love and lust. Adrian's thrusts grow harder, more erratic, his knot starting to swell at the base of his shaft. The stretch is delicious, the pressure intense as he works it inside me with short, grinding thrusts.
“Gonna knot you now, Omega. Gonna plug you up and fill you to the brim. Gonna bite you and claim you and make you mine,” Adrian growls .
My eyes clench shut as I whine. My back bows as electricity shoots up and down my spine. The scent of my slick is heavy in the air. His fingers tense on my hips as he surges forward. Pressure increases as his knot presses against me before he slides into my willing body, filling me to the brim.
I shatter. Little pieces of me break away in all directions, my body bowing as ecstasy crashes over me in wave after wave. My walls clench rhythmically around Adrian's knot, milking him. His cock throbs inside me as his release floods me with liquid heat. I’m nothing but bright white light as my body seizes with the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My walls clamp around him as I pulse and flutter. Adrian's roar of completion mixes with my high, thin cry.
As the crest of our shared orgasm hits, Adrian bends over me, his chest pressing against my back, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. I'm lost in a sea of ecstasy, my body trembling with the force of my release, when his teeth sink into my shoulder, flooding me with his venom as he bites down, swift and hard.
The pain is bright and immediate, but it's chased by a rush of euphoria. The rush blooms at the point of his bite and radiates outward, suffusing every cell of my being with golden warmth.
I'm flooded with emotions—Adrian's fierce love, his overwhelming joy, his sense of completeness. They're so vivid, so intense, that his emotions become my own. Coloring everything is one overwhelming emotion. Love. It wraps around my heart and soul, tethering us together forever.
Tears of joy slip down my cheeks as I bask in the glow of our new bond, in the perfect rightness of this moment. Adrian's tongue laves the mark, soothing the sting, his low rumble of approval vibrating through me.
He brings us to the mattress and positions us on our sides. His arms twine around me as he spoons me from shoulder to feet. His hand curls over my thigh, positioning my leg over his toned, muscular thigh, his knot and cock still throbbing inside me. He kisses the wound on my skin so gently and carefully his lips are nothing more than a flutter against me.
“Mine,” he growls against my skin, the word resonating through our bond. “My mate. My everything. ”
“Yours,” I echo, the truth of it ringing in my soul. “Always yours.”
ADRIAN
I've never felt so complete, so utterly at peace. I've been living in black and white all my life, and now the world is drenched in vibrant color. Her soft skin is under my hands. The scent of our mingled arousal, the aftershocks of our shared orgasm, still ripple through me, all more intense, more meaningful now that we're bonded.
My chest is full, my heart too big for my body. My awareness is expanding with every second, growing to encompass this new reality where Mira is mine and I am hers in every way imaginable. I want to laugh and weep and roar with the sheer joy of it, with the overwhelming rightness of this moment.
I lave my tongue over my bond mark, soothing the sting, tasting her skin and my own claim. I hate that I hurt her, but glory with the knowledge that she’s mine now. Nothing can separate us anymore.
I vow to bring down Haven and all Hardwick stands for, but that is for another day. Another time. For now, I bring my focus back to Mira and the perfect omega she is.
The primitive part of my brain hums with satisfaction at my bite on her, knowing she bears my scent now for all the world to know. She's mine, my mate, my perfect match. And I'm hers, wholly and completely, body and soul.
I gather her closer, my knot still tying us together, reluctant to let the slightest separation come between us. I want to stay like this forever, wrapped up in her, lost in the glow of our new bond.
This is coming home. Being reborn. Finding a piece of my soul I didn't know was missing.
Mira is limp in my arms, her body soft and pliant. Her trust in me holding her like this is everything. She fits so perfectly against me, like she was made to be held by me. I marvel at how well we align, at how our bodies are designed to complement each other .
Unable to resist touching her, I cup one soft breast in my palm, her heart fluttering beneath the delicate skin. I brush my thumb over the sensitive peak, savoring the way it pebbles under my touch, the way her breath hitches.
My other hand drifts lower, skimming over her stomach to cup her mound. She's wet and warm from our lovemaking. I press my thumb gently against her clit, rubbing slow circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Mira jumps slightly in my arms, a tiny moan escaping her kiss-swollen lips. Even oversensitive and spent, her body responds so beautifully to me.
“You're perfect,” I murmur into her hair, my voice rough with emotion. “So perfect for me, for us. You did so well, my love. My mate.”
Her pleasure and contentment hums through our bond, muted slightly as exhaustion starts to pull at her. Her eyes flutter closed as she releases a contented sigh, her long lashes casting shadows on her flushed cheeks. I hold her close as she starts to drift, her body growing heavier as she slides into a light doze.
A growl rumbles in my chest as I trace the darkening bruise on Mira's cheek, rage burning fresh at the mark Elliot left on her perfect skin. The purple-blue discoloration stands out starkly against her pale complexion, a reminder of how close we came to losing her today. Through our new bond, I know she’s content in sleep, but the sight of that bruise makes my alpha howl for more blood.
Mira stirs and Zane's harsh whisper cuts sharp through the air. “Shut the fuck up and let her rest, Adrian. She needs it after everything she’s been through.”
I note the bulge in his pants and know she’s going to want to claim both Cole and Zane when she wakes. She’ll need all the rest she can get.
My thumb ghosts over the bruising, gentle despite the fury coursing through me. “I don't regret killing him.” My eyes never leave the evidence of his cruelty on my mate's face.
“Damn right you don’t. He hit our omega. There isn't a dimension where he lives after that. Should have made it slower. Made him suffer more.” Cole’s scent sharpens with stringent notes.
The memory floods back. Pulling into that parking lot to see Elliot restraining Mira, the absolute terror in her eyes before his hand cracked across her face. The faint strains of her fear had pulsed through me even then, driving me mad with protective rage. Even now, hours later, the memory makes my hands itch to tear something apart.
I’ve never lost control like that before. My alpha side blasted through me, too powerful to restrain.
“He must have worked out that she was here and came to get her knowing we were out. I can’t imagine Mira going to the parking lot independently.” Energy crackles beneath Zane’s skin. “Elliot was smart. Too smart. He hid his true nature for years while working right under our noses. Led a perfect double life.” His hands fold into fists and he pins me with fathomless eyes. “We should have seen it.”
“Don’t beat yourself up. I didn’t see it either and…now we understand the depth of his deception, he could possibly be the leak selling our suppressants on the black market right from under our noses.” Cole rests on the wall of the nest, brings his knee up to rest his elbow. He swipes his thumb over his lower lip. “I'll dig through his files, see who else might be involved. He would have left some sort of a trace no matter how careful he was. Now we know it’s him, I can narrow down my search.” His eyes darken dangerously, pine scent turning sharp as needles. “Gods help them if I find any accomplices.”
“Gods help them is right,” I agree, my voice deadly but quiet as I cradle Mira closer. “I'll rain down hell on their heads if we find anyone.”
My alpha side stirs with blood-lust. Mira shifts in my arms, making a small sound of distress. I immediately soften my touch, pushing my rage aside to focus on soothing my mate. My jaw clenches as another thought occurs. “Elliot had to be in bed with Mercer. I'm not sorry the detective put a bullet in her head, but it would have been useful to question her first.”
“This has to go deeper than Mercer, or even Hardwick for that matter. Forged death certificates, underground omega auctions... it's too sophisticated for two people, even someone with their connections,” I say, remembering the two alphas who ran off. I’ll follow up with Asher. They can’t have gotten far, considering their injuries .
Cole nods, his massive frame tense. “It would have to be an entire network. The money trail alone...” He trails off before his gaze finds mine again. “This kind of operation needs infrastructure, people in key positions.”
“We’ve put Asher in a difficult position right from the start,” I admit, thinking of our friend's determined face as he called in the scene. The image of Mercer's body on the concrete floor flashes through my mind. “Going after people this powerful... Hardwick might come for him first, try to bury this before he can build a case against her.”
“He can handle himself. He knows what he’s getting into,” Zane interjects, though his scent carries notes of concern. “He has to try and find those two missing omegas.”
“At least Mira is safe.” Our omega stirs in my arms. The conversation dies as her eyes flutter open, immediately locking onto Zane before heat floods through our bond. I know exactly what she craves. Her arousal pulses through us all.
“Zane.” Her voice is husky as she reaches for him. “Please... bond me. I need you.”
“Anything for you, Baby Girl.”
My knot slips free. Our mixed arousal streams over our thighs as our omega launches into my bond brother’s arms.