Chapter 39
Elliot
I keep saying how I’ve matured and grown, but right about now I’m really doubting that I’ve grown much at all.
Deep down, I know this was the right call for each of Claire’s bondings to be intimate, and what she dreamed of was important to all of us.
Being patient, knowing that my Omega is being bonded by another man, still sends an ache through my chest. Even if I don’t actively dislike Forrest anymore, it still doesn’t make this any easier.
To bide my time and get my mind off Claire not being here with me, I jerk off twice, play some video games, get caught up on some work for clients that I missed, and just stare down the time on my phone. Is she going to want to bond me immediately after?
Her decision to bond us happened so fast and we didn’t get to talk about what the next steps were.
Maybe this is my penitence for taking forever to realize that I needed to get my head out of my ass and tell Claire how I felt. It wouldn’t even scratch the dent in the grovel she deserves.
I know I have a lot to make up for and that I have a lot of work to do in building up the foundation of this pack.
Viewing Forrest and Wells more like brothers, like family, has helped ebb a lot of my jealousy.
Though, I don’t think the possessiveness over Claire will ever completely go away. I just need to keep it in check.
So that’s what I’m doing as I lie in bed. I put Claire’s needs first; I put the pack first and I make a list.
It’s everything I want to do to prove to Claire that I’m worthy of her bond, along with things I think we might enjoy as a pack. I get about halfway through the list, before sleep finally takes me.
My dream is perfect. Cinnamon apple cake surrounds me as I hold Claire against my chest, gentle words falling out of her lush mouth.
“Take a massage course so she never has to get touched by a masseuse again, huh?” she asks in my dream and I hum, it seemed like a very reasonable thing to do. “Get cheesy department store photos that she’ll hang up in the living room? I think I’m going to hold you to both of these.”
It’s then that I blink my eyes open and realize it’s not a dream at all. Claire sits on my bed, wearing a tiny silk negligee, as she reads my list. Her scent is the only one wrapped around her and I’m thankful that she isn’t seeping Forrest’s scent into my bed.
I yank the list from her hands, and she laughs.
“I already read all of it, well minus this line. Your handwriting is kind of sloppy,” she says and I look over the list.
“It says that I want to take you to my grandma’s house in Georgia and take you to the aquarium to see all the sea puppies.”
“I’d love that. I guess we’re even now with the whole vision board thing.”
“Well, maybe I’ll cross some things off since they’re no longer a secret,” I joke and she slides under the covers with me, and I can’t help but to pull her closer to my body. One arm rests behind her neck and the other wraps around her waist.
Despite myself, I can’t help but to stare down at her newly formed bond mark with Forrest. My first instinct is envy and irritation, but hopefully it doesn’t show on my face. I’m working on my new pack mindset, no matter how difficult it is.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she scolds and I turn to face her more directly, my gaze stuck to her bond mark like a damn magnet.
“How was it?” I ask in a raspy voice.
“Do you really want to know?” she asks, and I nod. “Incredible, almost perfect.”
“Did something go wrong?”
“No. Everything was a dream. It’s just my last bond mark is missing and you know how impatient I can be,” she says, while straddling my lap.
“I definitely should torture you some more, but not with this. I always pictured you in my pack, Elliot. To me there was never a version of my future where you weren’t in it.
Going on the cruise was a way to get you out of my system and try to move on, but I never completely did.
Even as my feelings for Forrest and Wells grew, that future just got more and more clear and no matter how hard I tried, you were still a part of my dream. ”
I swallow thickly as she stares down at me with her serene eyes that I could get lost in.
“I was meant to be on that ship and you were meant to come chasing after me. Me, you, Forrest, and Wells, it’s kismet and I don’t want to wait another second.”
My hands glide along her thighs, lightly squeezing.
“This doesn’t feel real sometimes,” I tell her honestly.
“I know, but it is,” she whispers as she grabs the hem of my shirt and drags it up my abdomen.
Her nails slightly scratch the skin, making my breath hitch and my muscles clench.
“I have the pack I’ve always wanted, living under the same roof together.
You have two pack brothers that you’re being a very good boy toward. You have me in all ways but one.”
I slide my hands up her thighs, squeezing her ass, grinding her down harder against my rigid length.
“Are you going to let me mark you, baby? Finally make you mine?” I ask her, thrusting against her pussy.
“I think you should beg me a little more,” she says breathlessly.
“Please Claire, let me bond you. Let me have what I’ve denied myself for so long.”
“Better.” She’s trying to be stern with me and failing, and I can’t help but to find it endlessly charming. This is how Claire and I work. If teasing were a love language, it would be ours.
“You could sit on my face and I could prove to you with my tongue how desperate I am for you.”
She doesn’t answer with words, just slides her body up my chest, her thighs bracketing my face. I’m about to use my fingers to move her silk panties to the side when she grabs my wrist and places it back on her perfectly round ass.
“Tongue only,” she demands and I groan, dragging the ridge of my nose against her silk-clad cunt.
There’s already a damp spot on the material and I use my tongue to make it even wetter. The motion has Claire putting more of her weight on my face. I moan against her warm center, lapping up her slick and using my tongue to push the material to the side.
Claire lets me struggle with it, not offering to move her panties to the side or letting me use my hands. It has my cock weeping with need.
The anticipation of what’s going to happen next is enough to have my hips bucking against nothing, begging for friction.
I don’t give up, but every time I finally move the silk to the side, it shifts back over.
Frustrated, I take the material between my teeth and pull, ripping it, and giving me access to lap up her dripping slick.
“Oh, fuck,” Claire whimpers, grabbing my headboard for purchase as I fully devour her.
She’s in ecstasy as I watch her riding my face like the complete goddess she is. And she’s mine…at least she’s about to be in the most visceral way possible.
“Good Alpha. Right there,” she directs as I suck on her clit, not letting up for a single second. My grip on her ass is near bruising as she bucks against my mouth.
When slick gushes into my mouth, over my chin, and she whimpers out my name, I nearly fall apart.
My Omega lifts herself off my face and slides down my body until she’s pressed flat against my chest.
“Did that prove how much I want you?” I say with a smile, threading my fingers through her long raven locks.
“I wouldn’t be against hearing you say it again.” She smirks as she says it and I’m so fucking gone for this woman, I never want to be found again.
“Claire, I love you more than anything. Please let me bond you and make our pack complete.”
She swallows thickly after I’ve said the words.
“I want your mark right here,” she says, pointing to the opposite side of her neck where Forrest bonded her.
Claire shifts her pelvis, grinding down on my length, soaking it in her slick before she hits just the right angle and I slide inside her.
“You’re fucking perfect, baby,” I tell her, as she moves her body, taking my dick down to the knot. “Made for me.”
“And you were made for me,” she says back, sealing her lips with mine.
She rides me slow, allowing us to savor every single second of this moment.
It’s a mixture of Claire working her hips and me languidly thrusting into her from below.
Our mouths are locked in a loving embrace, only separating so that I can kiss down her throat, licking the spot that’s going to be mine.
I tease the spot, licking and sucking the soft skin there.
Claire is panting, a hand tangled in the hair at my nape, pressing my mouth even closer to her throat.
“I need you so bad. Please,” I beg, a growl of a moan slipping out of me. “Please let me bond you.”
She slides down fast and hard, my knot pushing inside her as she presses my mouth against her throat.
It’s all the invitation I need as her whimpers of pleasure hits my ears, and her cunt grips my cock like a vice. With one last lick of her skin, I sink my teeth into her and suddenly the world goes quiet.
There are no doubts, there’s no question of what kind of man I can be or want to be. There’s only Claire, and two quiet tethers of a bond that I surprisingly don’t mind one bit.
My orgasm is euphoric, almost as life changing as this new connection I have with Claire, the one I thought I’d never have, the one I almost walked away from.
I kiss my bite mark and look at it in fascination; it’s completely healed, a silvery sheen against her skin marking her as mine.
She pulls back, her hands on my chest so that she can look into my eyes and I can feel her sense of contentment flood through her. She finally has the pack she wants, the future she always dreamed of, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets a part of that dream.
“Love you, Claire,"
“Love you too,” she says softly before kissing me and then resting against my chest.
Her fingertips draw small patterns on my skin as we lie there in silence, just letting the bond sink in. I’ve never felt as close to someone in my life, and I cherish it. With Forrest and his bond with Wells, I feel more connected to them as well.
Claire is the center of our world and it’s the way it was always meant to be.
A few days later my parents arrive with all my stuff, my old man helping carry my boxes in as my mom coos at Claire.
“The house is nice,” my dad says, grabbing another box from the van.
“It is,” I say easily. Ever since we bonded it feels even more like home.
“Wells and Forrest seem like good men too.”
“They are. It’s not like I expected. It’s good, it’s great, actually,” I muse with a smile that my dad gives right back.
We’re walking past my mom and Claire.
“It’s a Smith trait, being hard-headed.”
“Hey now. Pretty sure you fell in love with me first,” my dad jokes and my mom arches an eyebrow at him. “You’re right. I fell first.”
“That’s right,” my mom says and Claire smiles brightly.
Meanwhile, Wells kind of just gapes at seeing my mom. It’s something I’m pretty used to considering her and my sister are famous.
“It’s so lovely meeting my Elliot’s pack,” she tells him and the words hit me in the chest hard. Not only that my parents are proud of me, but that they’re accepting my pack life so easily.
“Truly, the pleasure is ours. Mrs…Fox? Smith?” Wells stutters and I have to drag a hand down my mouth to stop myself from laughing.
“Cami is fine. Now, let me see this gold medal of yours,” she tells him.
Feeling Wells down the bond is rare for me since we’re not directly connected, but I can absolutely feel his pride in that moment as he takes my mother into the living room.
My dad hands Forrest a heavy ass box, and gives him a nod of approval when he carries it without issue.
“You did good, kid,” my dad says and I know my pack mates can feel my own pride down the bond.
I did do good, better than I could have ever imagined.