Chapter 33 #2
“You were brilliant today,” he growled, his lips against my ear. “But you’re mine now.”
I could only moan in response, my body still trembling from the first orgasm, my nerves alight with the friction of him.
His free hand slid beneath me, his fingers finding my clit, circling with a precision that made my toes curl.
I was still so sensitive from my first orgasm that I knew it wouldn't take much to have another.
“Come for me,” he ordered.
I did. My body was eager to obey him even though he hadn't used an Alpha command.
It ripped through me like a storm, my body locking around him, my cry muffled against the sofa. Stephen followed with a groan, his teeth sinking into the curve of my shoulder, almost marking me officially but pulling back at the last second.
A second after Stephen withdrew, Mateo’s hands closed around my ankles, dragging me back, flipping me onto my back again. His eyes were black with need, his jaw set, the scar through his eyebrow stark against his flushed skin.
“My turn,” he rumbled.
And then he was on me.
There was no finesse. No slow build. Mateo fucked me the way he did everything, with a raw, overwhelming force that left no room for doubt. His hands pinned my wrists above my head, his body caging mine, his cock driving into me with a rhythm that stole my breath.
I loved it.
I loved the way he took, the way his teeth scraped over the tender skin on my neck like he couldn't wait to mark me, the way his scent, cedar and rain and mine, wrapped around me, drowning out everything else.
“Harder,” I gasped.
He obeyed.
The sofa creaked beneath us, the frame groaning under the force of his thrusts. I could feel Juno’s eyes on us, Stephen’s hand on my thigh, the way they were both watching, their own arousal thick in the air.
Mateo’s hand slid between us, his fingers finding my clit, pressing hard enough to make me see stars.
“Come,” he demanded.
I shattered.
My orgasm hit like a wrecking ball, my body bowing off the sofa, my scream raw and unfiltered. Mateo followed with a groan, his body bucking into mine as his release spilled inside me in hot, thick pulses.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of our breathing, the way Mateo’s weight pressed me into the leather, the way his heart hammered against my chest.
Then there was a hand on my ankle.
Juno.
He was kneeling at the end of the sofa, his eyes dark with hunger, his cock already hard again. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
I reached for him.
The next hour was a blur of skin and heat, of hands and mouths and the kind of pleasure that bordered on pain.
Juno took me again, slow and deep, his fingers tangled with mine, his forehead pressed to my shoulder.
Stephen knelt behind him, his cock sliding into Juno with a rhythm that made them both groan, their bodies moving in perfect, devastating sync.
Mateo watched for a while, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking with a lazy, possessive intensity.
Then he joined us, his body pressing against mine, his mouth claiming mine as Stephen fucked Juno beside us, the sounds they made, gasps and groans and the wet, obscene slide of skin, filling the room.
At one point, Juno reached across the tangle of limbs, his fingers finding mine. I gripped back, hard.
Solidarity.
Love.
The specific warmth of two people who had both been told they were less-than, lying in a room where that had never been true.
We came together the second time, a mess of limbs and broken sounds, the scent of sex and sweat and belonging thick in the air.
After, we collapsed onto the bed, somehow, we’d made it that far, limbs tangled, skin slick, the city lights painting our bodies in gold and shadow.
No one spoke for a long time.
“When do we make it official?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. The room went still.
Juno propped himself up on one elbow, his golden eyes studying me. “The bond?”
I nodded.
He reached out, brushing a curl behind my ear. “Give it six months.”
“Six—?”
“Let the adrenaline fade,” he said soothing the anxiety that had surged within me. “Let the lawsuits settle. Let us be sure this is what we want when we’re not running on war.”
Mateo made a sound low in his throat. “It will be.”
I turned my head to look at him. He was sprawled on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of a man who had already made his decision.
“You sound very certain.”
His arm dropped. His dark eyes met mine. “I’ve checked. Several times.”
I huffed a laugh. Of course he had.
Stephen was quiet for a long moment. Then—
“He’s right,” he said. “But I also think we should give Rowan what she wants.”
Juno’s fingers traced the curve of my hip. “And what do you want, love?”
I looked at them and I knew they were my Pack. My future.
“Everything,” I said.
Juno’s smile was slow, devastating. “Then you’ll have it.”
We lay there in the dark, four equals, the city humming beneath us, the world outside still burning with the fire we’d lit.
None of us felt the need to say anything else.