45. Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Five
Zane
I slide my hands around Mira’s waist when she launches at me. Her warm body presses against mine, soft and warm and everything I never knew I wanted, sending electric currents of pleasure through every nerve ending where I’m fortunate enough to touch her skin. My cock is a steel rod, trapped between us, throbbing with each shift of her body. Her lilac spun sugar blooms around me, threaded through with Adrian’s cedar smoke. My knot throbs at the thought of their scents harmonizing with mine.
I roll to my back, using her momentum and taking her with me so she’s settled on top of me. She fits against my body like she was crafted for this exact purpose, her curves melting into my angles. My hands span her waist, still too thin, but I’ll work on that. I marvel at how delicate she is beneath my touch. Every point of contact between us sends sparks of pleasure shooting through my system.
“Baby girl, you feel so good in my arms,” I whisper against her lips before I capture her mouth in mine.
Our kiss starts slow, seductive, a dance of lips and tongue. I take my time exploring her mouth, tasting the lingering evidence of her bonding with Adrian. I’m far from jealous. In fact, I’m fucking overjoyed she’s bonded with our prime alpha.
She’s pack now.
She's ours, exactly as she should be.
“I must have been a saint in a past life,” I murmur against her lips, my hands sliding up her back to map every inch of soft skin. Lightning shoots through me with each touch, each caress. “To deserve this kind of luck. You're everything, Mira. Everything I never knew I was missing.”
She whimpers into the kiss, her hands tangling in my hair as she presses closer. The kiss deepens, turns hungry and desperate. Her tongue slides against mine as she rocks against me, creating delicious friction that makes me growl.
“Please,” she begs between kisses, her voice light and wanting. Each word punctuated by soft, desperate kisses. “Please, Zane. Bond me. Make me yours too.”
The words send a shaft of pure heat through me. My hands grip her hips harder as I pull back just enough to meet her eyes. They're dark with desire, full of trust and love that makes my heart squeeze in my chest.
“Are you sure?” I ask, even though every cell in my body is screaming to claim her. If not today, I have the rest of my life to prove how much an honor it will be to bond her. “There's no rush—”
“I'm sure,” she cuts me off, pressing soft kisses along my jaw. “I want all of you. Need all of you. Please, Alpha. Make me complete. ”
How can I deny such a request from my omega? My cock throbs almost painfully now, demanding action, demanding its claim.
I surge up to capture her lips again, pouring all my love and devotion into the kiss. She responds beautifully, melting against me with a soft moan that vibrates in my soul. Every touch is electric, every breath shared between us charged with possibility and then she’s grinding her hot wet cleft against my cock and I go cross-eyed.
“Stay right there,” I murmur when she shifts and grinds down on me, her wetness leaving a trail over my belly but the fucks I give are zero. My hands find her hips, holding her steady. “Gods, you feel so good. Want you just like this all the time. I’m never letting you get dressed. You’ll have to go pantie-less for the rest of your life.”
Her eyes spark and her lips turn up in the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen. Mira lost in her heat was amazing, but her looking at me all pink and warm and wet and grinding down on my cock like this is the only thing she ever wants to do is an out-of-body experience.
She's magnificent, all soft curves and flushed skin, her breasts swaying slightly with each movement, her eyes dark with desire. Adrian's claiming mark is stark against her throat. Sugared lilac coats my skin. My tongue. I raise my head and take a perfect nipple in my mouth to suck and tease. The little sound of pleasure she makes goes straight to my dick. Precum spills from me, pluming my citrus musk into the air.
Fuuuccckkkkk. This is perfect.
She rolls her hips in a slow, deliberate motion. She's already so slick, so ready for me. Her outer lips part around my cock as she rocks, coating me in her arousal. Each movement sends jolts of pleasure up my spine, and my balls grow tight.
My feet plant flat on the nest, giving me leverage to rock up against her. “Show me how much you want this. How much you want me.”
Her scent spikes sharper, sweeter, filling the nest with the proof of her desire. Her slick drips onto my thighs, and her thigh muscles tremble as she holds herself above me. Her hands brace on my chest, fingers curling against my skin with each roll of her hips. The sight of her like this, confident in her desire, taking what she wants, makes me roar with pride and hunger.
She growls, the sound pure omega as she slides her hands over my abdomen. She leans forward, dragging her beaded nipples over my chest as she grinds her clit down on me. I tighten the muscles in my abdomen to give her something to grind against. Her full lips part in an ‘O’ and a gasp falls from her lips. The head of my cock bumps against her clit and, as she drags herself up, the head notches at her entrance. My fingers firm on her beautiful thighs as I concentrate on containing myself.
Please, all the saints and gods above. Please stop me from shooting my load too soon. I want this to last for fucking ever and ever, amen.
Slick coats both of us now, making each slide smoother, more intense. “Alpha…may I…please can I…” She moans as she draws the head of my shaft into her body.
“Baby Girl, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me.” I ignore Cole's dark chuckle.
Her back arches, making her nipples more prominent, her skin flushed with arousal. She whimpers as she sinks onto me, her tight heat enveloping me inch by delicious inch. The sensation is incandescent, blinding in its intensity. Her walls flutter around me, gripping me like velvet. I’m coming home and discovering nirvana all at once.
“Fuck, Baby Girl,” I groan, my head falling back as she takes me to the hilt. My hands tighten on her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. “You feel incredible. So perfect around me.”
“You do too, Zane. You feel so good inside me.”
Fuck me. This omega. This woman. I have no words, especially when…
She rises slowly before sinking back down. Her movements are tentative at first, experimental, but quickly gain confidence as she finds her rhythm. Each downward thrust makes me see stars. My head is nothing but white light.
Her breasts bounce with each roll of her hips, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her glorious auburn hair cascades down her back. Sweat glistens on her skin, catching the fairy lights and making her glow. She's a goddess, a divine being of pleasure, and I'm her willing worshipper.
My hips start to move in counterpoint to hers, meeting each downward thrust with an upward surge. The new angle makes her cry out, her nails digging into my chest. Every inch of her, every ripple of her inner muscles, every shudder of pleasure that races through her, shoots through my body.
“That's it. Ride me, Omega. Take what you need,” I pant.
She speeds up, each motion becoming more frantic, more desperate. The wet sounds of our coupling fill the nest, mixing with our moans and gasps. My balls tighten, my cock throbbing with each clench of her walls. I'm close, so close, but I want her to fall first.
One hand leaves her hip to find her clit, rubbing quick, tight circles over the swollen nub. Her reaction is instantaneous… a sharp cry, a convulsive tightening around my shaft. Her rhythm falters as pleasure overtakes her.
“Come for me. Come on my cock, Baby Girl. Let me feel you.”
Her walls clamp down around me in fluttering pulses. She shouts my name, her body going rigid. The sight, the sound, the feel of her coming undone is enough to send me over the edge.
I drive her down and over my knot where it swells and locks us together. My orgasm barrels through me, making my vision white out. I thrust up into her one last time, burying myself to the hilt as I pulse inside her.
Mira throws her head back and screams, “Bond me, Zane! Please, make me yours!”
Her words, her desperation, her utter trust is the final trigger. I rear up, my teeth latching onto the side of her perfect breast. Venom pools on my tongue, sweet and potent, a moment before my teeth pierce her delicate skin.
The instant my mark is made, her emotions blast through me. Her love, her joy, her overwhelming sense of rightness pours into me, merging with my own until I can't tell where I end and she begins. Our bond tethers into place, a shining cord connecting our hearts, our souls, our very essences .
It's wonderful, incredible, life-altering. She’s inside me, a permanent presence woven into my being, an integral part that I will never live without.
My orgasm goes on forever, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I empty into her. Each wave of pleasure is heightened by hers, echoing back and forth through our new bond until I'm drowning in sensation. I keep cumming until there's nothing left, until my balls are drained and I’m limp and sated.
Mira looks down at me, her face radiant with joy. “You’re there. Inside me, all around me. Zane, it's... it's...”
“Everything,” I finish for her, my own voice rough with emotion. “You're everything, Mira.”
“I love you, Zane. I love you so much.” Her words ring with absolute truth through our bond.
My arms come around her, hugging her tight to my chest. Tears prick at my eyes, overwhelming gratitude and love surging through me. “I love you too, Mira. More than words can say. I'm so happy, so honored to be your mate. Thank you for choosing me, for giving me this gift.”
She laughs softly. “Just be with me. That's all you ever have to do. Just be mine, and let me be yours.”
I look up at her, this perfect omega who has become my entire world. “I am yours,” I vow, pouring every ounce of my devotion into the words. “Until the end of time and beyond, I am yours completely.”
Slowly, gently, I lay back down, bringing Mira with me. She curls into my side, her head resting on my chest, her body molding perfectly to mine. We're still tied together by my knot, our bond pulsing between us with each shared heartbeat.
Cole and Adrian murmur to each other as they lay either side of me, unable to not touch Mira in any way they can. My hands stroke over her back, her arms, her hair, mapping every inch of her. Each touch sends little sparks through our connection, echoes of the pleasure we just shared. She traces idle patterns on my chest, her fingers leaving trails of warmth in their wake .
We stay like that, just holding each other, basking in each other, until my knot finally deflates. As I slip from her body, loss pangs but is quickly soothed by the knowledge that we're now tied in a way that transcends the physical.
Mira shifts, her gaze drifting to where Cole watches us. The deep longing in her soul pulses through our bond, a yearning for completion. She wants the final broken piece of our puzzle made whole.
I press a soft kiss to her temple. “Go to him.”
“Thank you,” she whispers, pressing a kiss over my heart. “For everything.”
With one last squeeze of my hand, she kneels and turns to face Cole. “Please will you bond me, Alpha?”