Chapter 65
chapter
sixty-five
I’m falling in slow motion.
For a moment, the only thing I feel… is all the things I don’t feel.
No panic blaring behind my lungs. No coiled barbs of heartbreak curled around my gullet. No stomach-seething mortification.
Four sharp, snarling gasps rend the air a second before it hits me— perfume . A beautifully balanced smell. Creamy citrus. Tart and silken and sweet .
It’s… good .
Everything my scent never could be .
Except… I’m the only omega here.
So, it’s good. But it must also be… me .
A symphony of alpha essences explodes around me. Each delicious on their own, but when I inhale them all, the nest dips and disappears, burned away by the fire licking at my limbs.
The scents and silky textures surrounding me make sense . They’re perfect, actually. Balanced so precisely, the distant voice in my brain wonders what kind of genius assembled them.
Then I remember—it was me .
This is my pack.
And our alpha, lying on top of me. Gazing at me with an unfathomable look on his square face.
Did I ask him to bond with me? Did he answer?
The murky thoughts loop faster and faster. My chest throbs, fighting to pull more of this blissful combination— my mates, my mates, my mates —into my lungs. The air strokes a warm path down my throat, but hits the inside of my chest in a cool burst. Soothing the tingly burn behind my ribs.
Instead of flaming out, the sensation slips lower. Liquid fire, dribbling down to my core. Heating with every panted breath. Getting worse , somehow— oh no, oh God.
Coiling tight, it snaps around the thickness buried in my pussy, trying to suck it deeper with wrenching tugs . My alpha’s eyes sparkle, the pretty color darkening.
Please , the voice inside of me whines. Or maybe that’s just me. Please, alpha .
It’s like he hears me. Staring so intently, I swear he reads the desperation spilling from my soul.
And answers it.
With a graceful lunge, the pack leader sinks his knot into my fluttering wetness. Stretching every sizzling nerve, rubbing each secret, needy spot.
Filling, filling, filling me. Until I can’t imagine how I ever needed anything else.
Aside from ? —
From—
Oh!
His teeth break the skin on my throat in a smooth, painless snap . A tidal wave of ecstasy rears high and floods my body. Washing away the nest, the need. Until my blood is burning, shimmering bliss.
His cock pulses, jetting hot lashes into my depths. Dousing the flames between my hips with spurts of pure euphoria.
A silken tether unfurls, winding a soothing, sinuous path to my center. Smooth as satin. Strong as steel. Beautiful, but unbreakable .
The diamond band anchors itself in the deepest parts of me. Piercing the place that always hurt too much for me to look at it.
But I have to now.
Because he’s there.
Solid and powerful . Squashing the squirm in my stomach. Filling the aching hollow between my legs. Flexing thick, and oh — oh!
I whine, my body rolling from the first climax into another. This one vicious enough to wring tears from my eyes.
My mate grunts, spilling into me again, licking at his bite. I feel his purr against my chest and inside it, somehow. Here I am , it seems to hum, right under my heart. Where I belong .
I start to sink into the sensation, drinking it up, wishing I could hold on to it. But a twinge at my core tweaks so hard, I can’t float deeper into my haze. My canines throb, saliva welling until all I can think about is the manly musk rising off his throat.
I nuzzle into the perfect warmth, fitting my teeth around the front of his collarbone. A big hand lands on the back of my head, pressing me closer. “Yes,” the alpha growls. And inside, that hum agrees, somehow. Vibrating deeper. “So perfect, baby girl. Right there .”
The soft bark sails to the center of my mind. Sinking into it like an arrow. Graceful and sharp.
I bite. And it’s—it’s?—
Adrian .
The rumble in my soul becomes a voice . His voice. His name slips through my mind like a veil in a breeze, but I know him .
Steady support. An iron will. Elegant and dominant and cool and warm. Aqua eyes, always watching. Observing so he can lead. So he can give .
Daddy Alpha .
The burst of amusement that shimmers over my insides brings a certain smile to mind. His beloved face appears in my memories; ocean irises shining, lips quirked up. And when I open my eyes? A heartrendingly tender version looms over me.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he purrs, scent-marking my forehead and dropping a lingering kiss there. “Who takes care of you?”
I know the answer. He hears it the second it springs up, even though the words tangle with a whimper in my throat.
Daddy takes care of me .
A brilliant version of that adoring grin blazes to life before my very eyes. “Damn right, baby.” And in my heart, Daddy will always take care of you .
Emotion bubbles into my throat. Gratitude and disbelief.
I love him .
His own deep-rooted devotion smolders in my center. I love you, too, Bridget , he says, speaking through our tether of impenetrable, sparkling stone. Where only I can hear him.
The brush of his forehead matches the nudge under my ribs.
Images fly through my haze—and I barely have the ability to realize, they’re his .
My face, in social media pictures. A rumpled, makeup-less, somehow-better version in person.
Smiling at my blond alpha with empathy. Smirking at the gray-eyed one.
Cocking my hip when the dark-featured devil tossed me his scoundrel’s grin.
I knew you were perfect , the pack leader husks, But I never imagined anyone could possibly be this perfect. For all of us .
Somewhere under all the good, there’s a nagging thread of unease, pulling at me. The alpha senses it and huddles closer, letting me feel his weight, his knot, the invisible link connecting our bodies in a totally different way.
I want you to see , he says and then, out loud, so the others hear him, “Are you ready to claim the rest of your pack, omega?”