Chapter 13 #3
Through the bond, I feel it all. His fear that I won’t be able to do this. His desperate need for me to. His absolute trust that, somehow, I will.
It steadies something inside me, and I press closer, my hand tightening on his shoulder until my nails press into his skin.
One more breath.
This time, I don’t hesitate.
I bare my teeth and drive them into his neck with everything I have. They sink deeper than before, piercing his skin at last. Roman flinches beneath me with a sharp groan that breaks into a snarl, but he doesn’t pull away. He holds perfectly still, letting me take what I need.
Everything inside me detonates at once. I clamp down harder than before, refusing to lose myself again. Roman snarls again, his entire body locking against mine as the sharp, copper warmth of him smears across my tongue.
For one suspended heartbeat, neither of us moves, just the pulse of my heartbeat in my ears, the sound of Wolf moaning, of Grayson licking me.
Then something inside me snaps, and the room disappears.
It’s just Roman and me, suspended in a vast, silent place where nothing else exists.
The bond tears open between us, and suddenly he’s everywhere.
His relief crashes into me first, so fierce it steals my breath, followed by a joy so immense it borders on grief.
Years of loneliness split apart inside him, and I feel every jagged piece as though it’s my own.
Then everything I’ve ever carried pours into him. My fear, my grief, every ache I’d buried so deeply I’d forgotten it was there.
We pour into each other until there isn’t a line left to find, only us, fused together in a way that feels terrifyingly right. The bond doesn’t simply connect us; it claims us both, sinking deep until I feel it settle into my bones.
The force of it rips a cry from me, and we both come out of it with a gasp. And it’s the same moment that Grayson is sucking down on my clit that an orgasm slams into me. Wolf is squeezing my breasts and nipples so deliciously that I’m suddenly screaming out.
Every inch of me convulses beneath these three Alphas.
Roman kisses my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. Grayson and Wolf don’t let go of me, but work me, driving every drop of arousal from me. Breathless, I hold on to Roman, who’s kissing me hungrily now, not wanting to be anywhere else but at the mercy of these men’s mouths and tongues.
I’ve fallen apart and been put back together.
Now I’m floating because it’s incredible, even as I’m still shaking violently, every muscle locking before finally giving way.
The agony that’s been consuming me shatters apart, replaced by something so fierce and complete that it steals every coherent thought from my mind.
Then I collapse onto the bed.
Roman pulls back just enough to brush the damp hair from my eyes, his smile so full of wonder it makes my chest ache. “So beautiful.”
Grayson finally lets me go, and I exhale with a breathless laugh as I glance down to find him between my legs, licking his glistening lips.
“I highly recommend that everyone taste her sweet pussy,” he says with a satisfied grin.
“It’s ambrosia.” He gets to his feet, a huge erection pushing against his sweatpants.
“Not now,” I manage, barely able to keep my eyes open. “I’m not sure I’ll be awake for much longer.”
Wolf flops onto the bed on my other side. One massive arm snakes around my waist before he tugs me firmly against him, my back pressed to his chest, his huge cock against my ass, gently stealing me away from Roman.
Roman’s head snaps up. “Oh, no you don’t!”
He’s on the bed in seconds, stretching out in front of me and tugging me right back against him so we’re face-to-face. “You’re not getting away from me.”
“Fuck, what about me?” Grayson barks from the foot of the bed. “And we need a bigger bed.”
Wolf laughs. “Hey, you can snuggle my ass. There’s some space back here.”
Grayson snorts before grabbing a stray pillow from the floor and launching it straight at Wolf’s head.
I can’t stop giggling. They’re absolutely insane, and somehow… exactly what I needed.
I burrow against Roman’s chest, breathing him in, while Wolf’s arm stays wrapped securely around my waist. Grayson’s still close enough that I feel his warmth against my legs. I’m completely surrounded.
Protected. Wanted.
Roman refuses to let me go, his forehead resting against mine as he scatters soft kisses over my face.
“Wolf, maybe you should get up and leave them alone,” Grayson mutters, reaching over to tug at Wolf’s leg. “Stop crashing their bonding.”
Wolf only chuckles. “I’m sleeping here.”
Roman laughs, and to me, their voices begin to blur together, dropping into soft, familiar rumbles that wrap around me. Every ounce of pain has drained away, leaving only warmth, contentment, and a happiness so unfamiliar it almost hurts.
Roman’s fingers drift lazily through my hair, his touch impossibly gentle. “Sleep, gorgeous,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”
I don’t hear the rest of the argument, as I’m already slipping under.
And for the first time in years… I’m not alone.