Chapter 11 #2
Bedsprings squealed when I yanked the mattress askew.
Every pillow in the apartment went flying.
Couch cushions, decorative shams from the armchair tumbled across the floor.
The quilt tangled around my legs as I dragged it onto the living room floor with the mattress in a makeshift circle.
Something primal purred approval when I added Bronc’s sweatshirt from the bedroom floor, the one he’d left “just in case.”
Heels of my hands dug into eyelet lace sheets as another contraction hit. The shirt rode up, cool air ghosting over damp flesh. My back arched of its own accord, a sound escaping my throat that should’ve embarrassed me.
Tires crunched gravel outside.
Boots pounded up the exterior stairs two at a time. “Juliet!”
His roar shook the windows. I lunged for the door handle, fumbling with the lock.
The doorknob slipped in my sweaty palm. Metal screeched when I finally wrenched it open, Bronc’s massive frame filling the doorway.
His chest heaved like he’d run across the compound, club cut straining over shoulders still twitching with residual shift energy.
Blue eyes hinting at bronze in the early evening light, wild and needy.
I didn’t think. Didn’t breathe. Just launched myself at him, knees clamping around his hips as he caught me midair. His growl vibrated against my sternum when I buried my face in his throat, teeth scraping stubble.
“Christ, you’re burning up.” Calloused palms slid up my thighs, fingertips digging into bare flesh below the t-shirt’s hem. The realization of what I wasn’t wearing should’ve sent me scrambling for modesty. Instead, I ground against his waist, whimpering at the friction.
Bronc’s nostrils flared. “Heat,” he rasped, kicking the door shut with a boot heel. “Shouldn’t be possible for…”
His words dissolved into a groan as I sucked the pulse point beneath his jaw. Every cell screamed for skin contact—my nails shredded his t-shirt before I registered him moving. Cotton tore like tissue paper under my frenzied yanking at his belt.
“Easy, Little Wolf.” He carried me toward the nest, steps faltering when I ripped his fly open. “Need to call Doc first, get supplies—”
The last thread of control snapped. I sank teeth into his collarbone, copper blooming on my tongue. His roar shook the room, our bodies crashing onto the quilt-covered mattress.
He pinned my wrists above my head, blue eyes fully lupine now. “You sure?” The words came out guttural, more snarl than speech. “Once I start… can’t stop. Won’t stop.”
My back arched, desperate for contact. “Need your knot. Don’t know how I know… but I need it.”
A sound ripped from his chest that wasn’t human.
He hopped on one foot, then the other as he pulled his boots off his feet.
Fabric shredded, his heated skin searing against mine, his jeans and boxer briefs now on the floor.
His cock was a thing of beauty. Long, thick and with throbbing veins.
He stroked it as he fell to his knees and looked at me, a writhing mess of wetness on the nest I’d made.
How dare he tease me when I’m dying here?
I growled and sat up, placing my hands on him. He was hot in my grasp. “I will rip this thing off if it’s not inside my pussy in two seconds, ALPHA!”
He had the audacity to grin a feral grin!
When he surged forward, there was no gentle preparation, only perfect, devastating alignment as we slammed together.
As soon as his massive cock filled me, he made a guttural sound from his chest, less of a growl, almost a purr.
It went through me and heightened every sense.
My hips flew up to meet his. Slick running down my rear.
Fireworks behind my eyelids. The nest’s mingled scents of sweat, musk, and leather wrapped around us as we moved. No rhythm beyond desperation, no grace in the animalistic snapping of hips. His teeth worried my earlobe.
“Gonna claim you.” A promise and threat rolled into gravel-rough words. “Make everyone know you’re mine.”
“Yes.” I scraped at his back, legs locking around his waist. “Now, Bronc, please now—”
His canines pierced the juncture of neck and shoulder as my climax detonated. White-hot pleasure fused with the sharp sting of canine teeth, branding me to the marrow. Bronc’s roar echoed my scream, his release triggering something deeper, a click of cosmic tumblers slotting into place.
The base of his cock started to enlarge and tighten at the opening of my pussy.
“Bronc?”
He licked where he had left the claiming mark. “You were made to take my knot Little Wolf. Relax.” He moved slightly, and another orgasm started to climb. He consumed my whimper with his lips.
His slow movements were driving me insane as his dick slowly continued to fill me until I swear he reached my cervix.
“You are beautiful, Juliet. You squeeze my cock so perfectly. Made for me,” he reiterated.
My heat rose, and I had the inexplicable urge to bite him. Claim him. Still locked inside me, I sat up slightly.
“Bronc, I need. Need to bite you. Now.”
I couldn’t believe it when he bared his neck to me.
Grabbing around his head, I pulled him to me and bit him between his neck and shoulder.
Even with my flatter teeth, his blood filled my mouth like some kind of ambrosia.
Another orgasm exploded through me as I felt his body shudder and felt him spray hot cum until it seeped out around his knot.
Something suddenly shifted inside of me.
I felt him everywhere. Through every vein. Muscle. My soul.
“I feel you. Inside me.”
“Our bond makes less two and more one, little mate.”
Still locked inside me, more awed than afraid, I snuggled deeper into his arms.
Distantly, I felt him fishing his phone from ruined jeans.
“Bridger.” Bronc’s voice rasped worse than ever, free hand absently stroking my hip. “Need three days’ provisions delivered to Juliet’s. Doc handles the drop-off.” A pause. “No, you dumb fuck, I don’t care if Papa is on latrine duty—tell Arsenal to guard the southern perimeter.”
I nuzzled his chest, licking the bite marks I’d left. His heartbeat stuttered under my tongue.
“Pearl’s bringing electrolyte bottles,” he murmured after ending the call, rolling us sideways. Calloused fingers traced my mating mark, the newly swollen flesh throbbing under his touch. “We’ll hydrate between rounds.”
“Rounds?” My laugh came out hoarse.
Bronc gave a satisfied smile. “Heat lasts seventy-two hours, my love.” His palm slid between my thighs as his knot loosened and released. He rubbed his cum all over my thighs and stomach. “And I aim to spend every minute buried in my mate.”
His words were the best aphrodisiac. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him madly, moving my hips in a rhythm that would become all too familiar. I gave a yelp when he lifted me until I was on my hands and knees and he tucked pillows under my stomach to help prop my ass in the air..
“Now, Little Wolf, I’m going to take you as nature intended it.”
The scent of sweat and sex clung to the sheets as I traced the raised edges of Bronc’s claiming bite.
His chest rose and fell beneath my cheek in a steady rhythm, calloused fingers idly twisting a strand of my hair.
Three days of frantic coupling had left my thighs trembling, but the fire between us banked to embers rather than extinguishing.
“Still alive over there?” Bronc’s gravel voice vibrated through me. His thumb brushed the fresh scar on my neck, making me shiver. His purr helped ease the more difficult parts of my heat ordeal. And honestly, I loved him for it. That realization hit me between the eyes. I loved him.
“Barely.” My laugh came out raspy from screaming. “Do all your matings require triage teams?”
He nipped my earlobe. “Only the worthwhile ones.”
Through the bedroom window, I heard Menace arguing with someone about perimeter checks.
The rustle of plastic bags near the door signaled Doc’s latest supply drop—protein bars and Pedialyte stacked next to Pearl’s homemade tamales.
Realization settled heavier than Bronc’s arm across my waist. This wasn’t a fling. These people weren’t just neighbors.
Bronc had started gathering up trash and dishes.
“Where do we go from here?” I asked, nervousness in my voice.
“You are my mate, Juliet. Where you go, I go. Where you are, I am. But I am also the President of the Iron Valor MC, and the Alpha of this pack. Need to live in my house because it’s more central to the activity of both pack and club.
I want very much for you to live there with me.
Everything has happened in a whirlwind, I get that.
By the world’s standards, it’s too much too fast. But, I love you Juliet Bettencourt.
Not just the physical parts of you. It’s deeper than that.
You are a part of me. I need you. You are mine, and I am yours. ”
Running to him, I jumped into his arms and kissed all over his face. “I love you too!”
Bronc’s sudden grin crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Hellion.” He kissed me hard enough to bruise. “Let’s get to work on putting this place back together and get you packed up. Take only the things you love. We’re buying you all new things. No more thrift store items for the Luna of this pack.”
“Wait, what?” I gave him a stunned look.
“By you being my mate, you are also Luna of the Iron Valor pack. You are the perfect woman for the job. I feel your fear and doubt pulsing through our bond. Stop. The best part of the Omega/Alpha bond is we make each other better, stronger. This is just the beginning of what you will become my mate. We’ll need to prepare for your first shift.
Which I’d guess will be on the next full moon. That’s only a week away.”