Chapter 56
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
STONE
To say that Flynn wanting me to be the next to complete the bond with him has me flying on cloud nine wouldn’t be a lie.
As much as I want to rip off my clothes and bury my cock deep inside of Flynn, filling him with my cum until it’s dripping out of him, I don’t. This isn’t about sex, it’s about making us whole. Making us a pack. A bonded one. The four of us. Flynn and I marking each other is the next step to making that dream happen.
I lower my body onto the pillow as Sasha scoots her body over, gets up, and moves to Levi. He wraps his arms around her, leaning in and whispering something in her ear meant for just the two of them.
“Are you positive? This is what you want?” I ask Flynn one more time. The need for him to be making this decision for himself overwhelms me, taking over my every thought.
“There’s nothing I’m more sure of, Stone. You, me, Sasha, and Levi are meant to be. Together, we can survive anything. The past has shown us that.” He reaches up, cupping my face with his soft hand.
I can’t help the purr that escapes me as I lean into his embrace. He raises up on an extended arm, never losing contact with me. “Stone Hawthorne, from the moment I locked eyes with you, I knew you would own my heart. And you do. In every way possible. With you and the others, I see a future. One full of love, laughter, memories, and children. Now, stop playing around and complete our bond.”
His words are all I need. I can feel the truth behind each one and I feel the same. Not once did I think this would be my life, but now that I’m with them, I can’t imagine life without them.
Something takes over me. My doubts fade away and all my hesitation dissipates as I take hold of Flynn’s head, cradling it in my hands, and guide him back down on the pillow. My lips continue to devour his as he whimpers beneath me and I let out a husky groan.
I can hear Sasha and Levi moving behind us, but my focus remains on Flynn. On this moment. The one that will bind us together forever.
Flynn moves his hand from my face, placing it on my wrist. He holds on to me as if I’m his anchor, his protector. My eyes lower, catching sight of the bite mark on his neck. The one that was given to him without consent.
“Let me take the pain someone else gave you—and make it something beautiful.”
My breath catches as Flynn bites down on his lower lip, his teeth scratching across the pouty flesh as he pulls it into his mouth. His eyes are wide, full of desire and love. I don't waste a second nuzzling my head in the crook of his neck. Taking one final deep breath, I open my mouth wide and cover the scar left from Carlisles’ attempt to show dominance over him. My blood boils that they wanted to brand him like property. I give a silent apology to Flynn for all he had to endure, then sink my teeth in, biting him and bonding my soul to his.
Flynn lets out a gasp, soft and needy, and I pull back, fear surging through me that I’ve hurt him. Then something shimmers between us—something I can feel more than see. Flynn smiles widely as he turns his head and I see it.
“Did you feel it?” he whispers.
I can’t answer him. My eyes are focusing on something else that’s stolen my voice.
My bite mark glows faintly—a soft opalescent shimmer, like liquid starlight bleeding beneath his skin. I stare at it, wide-eyed, awe settling in my bones. I just claimed my mate. My Kismet. Never in my thirty-five years have I had a moment as emotional and full of happiness as this, other than when I bonded Sasha.
I reach down, brushing the stray strand of hair that's fallen into Flynn's face away, turning his gaze back to me. “You’re mine now,” I whisper. “Not theirs. Never again. Yours. Ours. Levi’s, Sasha's and mine. Forever and always.”
Tears well in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” I ask frantically, panic overtaking me that my union with Flynn caused him pain.
“No pain. Just, no one has ever said words like that to me and meant them.”
I can’t help but beam with pride.
“Your turn.” Flynn’s husky voice pulls me back to the present. I don’t know what comes over my sweet boy, but he’s flipped me onto my back and is straddling my waist before I even blink. His hard cock pressing against mine, making me yearn for more.
“I kind of like this. You on top of me, taking charge, Sweet Boy.” I love watching how he blushes at my words. Knowing that I affect him this way. It’s everything.
“Maybe we need to try it out next time,” he says cheekily as he tosses me a wink as his face reddens to a bright cherry color. But his attempt at being sexually bold has me craving to fuck him.
He lowers his head, pressing his lips to the base of my throat, peppering soft kisses along it, going over my Adam’s apple until he reaches my chin. Flynn’s breath hitches, but he doesn’t stop there as he continues his teasing along the curve of my jaw until he reaches my ear.
“I love you, Stone.” His soft voice echoes in my ear, just as he sits up, baring his teeth and bites down on my neck, marking me in the same exact spot I bit him.
As Flynn’s teeth sink into my flesh, the world seems to still—just for a breath, just for a beat. The resistance of skin gives way beneath his bite, and a feeling of euphoria takes over me.
My body arches into Flynn. A deep, guttural sound escapes me—half moan, half growl—as our bond locks into place. Heat surges between us. I feel it as soon as it happens—our heartbeat syncing together, the rush of power twining our souls together, as if invisible threads are weaving between us, stitching us together with every breath.
When Flynn finally pulls back, chest heaving, lips stained crimson, he gazes upon my neck with admiration. His mark, his claim over me, showing proudly for all to see. Fuck yeah, I’m his. I’m Sasha’s. Life is perfect.
“It looks just like mine. Like the one I have with Sasha.” Flynn looks over his shoulder at Levi. I don’t have to see his face to know what he’s thinking.
“As much as I want to keep you here with me. To rip your clothes off of you and sink my cock inside you, it's time for Levi. For you and him to complete your bond.”
“That’s right. It’s time for me.” Levi’s deep voice speaks up.
The pillow dips under his weight. Flynn’s body is lifted off of me, displaying a massive bulge in my pants.
“See what you did to your alpha? How hard you made him by marking him, claiming him as yours?”
My hand lowers, gripping my dick through my pants as I watch the scene unfold before me.
Flynn doesn’t answer Levi, his eyes locked onto my hand.
“It’s what you do to me too,” Levi tells him, his voice deep, his alpha tone present but not dominating. This isn’t a time to be controlling. Not with Flynn, not with bonding.
Flynn turns toward him, his eyes dropping to Levi’s crotch, which is sporting a similar bulge as mine.
Sasha climbs onto the bed, nuzzling her body against mine as she traces her fingers over the freshly made bonding mark from Flynn.
“Claim our alpha as yours, Flynn.” Her voice is so seductive as she speaks. My hand slips around her waist, pulling her closer to me. She places a kiss on my cheek before resting her head on my shoulder.
“I want you to face me, Flynn. We’re doing this at the same time. I want us to feel the rush of claiming each other together,” Levi tells Flynn, as he pulls him onto his lap, Flynn’s legs wrapping around his waist as they face each other.
“Okay. On three?” Flynn asks, garnering a laugh from Levi.
“On three. One. Two. Three,” Levi counts off.
They both open their mouths wide, then sink their teeth into the opposite curve of each other's shoulders, right where it meets the neck. They each let out a moan. Their bites are possessive, permanent. They don’t pull away from each other, but instead, once their bite is complete and the final bonds are made, they crash their lips against each other in the most passionate kiss I’ve ever seen.
“Do you think they know we’re still here?” my little minx jokes.
“Guess if they don’t, it's time for us to remind them.” I take hold of her chin, tilting it up to me, and crush my lips against hers.
The only sound audible in the room is of mouths finding each other. The faint pull of lips, the slick slide of tongues, the quiet gasps and low moans. It isn’t loud, but it is everywhere. It fills the corners of the room, stitching into every heartbeat and exhale. The language of love and longing, spoken without words, echoing like a promise in every soft, lingering press of lips.
We finally pull apart, our bodies moving closer together in the nest. Levi and I maneuver Sasha and Flynn into the middle of us—one beautiful tangle of limbs, breathless and beaming at being a pack.
“Now, we just need to pick a name,” I blurt. “I think I have a perfect one, too.”
“What?” the three of them ask in unison.
“Kevlarkin,” I announce proudly. I can’t think of a better name for our pack than that of our beta. She is the one who Flynn gravitated to. While he may be our omega, Sasha is truly the glue in this pack, the one who holds us all together, who brought us together. If it weren’t for her being at that fucking bastard’s home, we wouldn’t be here today.
“I love it.” Flynn smiles widely before kissing Sasha.
“Me too. Pack Kevlarkin it is,” Levi announces.