Lucas #2
“Yeah.” I lean over her, pressing my chest to her back, my mouth against her ear. “Feel me everywhere, don’t you? Feel me filling you up.”
She comes again, clenching hard around me, and I have to stop moving to keep from finishing. Not yet. Not until I’m looking at her face.
I pull out, ignoring her whine of protest, and flip her onto her back again. Her eyes are hazy, tear-streaked, but she focuses on me immediately.
“Want to see you,” I tell her, settling back between her thighs. “Want to watch your face when I bond you.”
“Lucas—” Her voice cracks on my name.
I slide back inside, and we both groan. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulls me down until our foreheads are touching, until I can feel every breath she takes.
My knot is swelling. I can feel it catching at her entrance with every thrust, stretching her wider. She gasps each time it tugs at her rim, oversensitive but hungry for more.
“Lucas, your knot.” Another gush of slick floods around me, her body preparing. “It’s so big. Can feel it stretching me.”
“Tell me you want it.” I thrust again, knot catching harder. “Tell me you want my knot inside you. Want me to lock us together.”
“Want it.” She’s sobbing now, voice breaking. “Want your knot. Please, Lucas. Need you to fill me. Need you locked inside.”
One more thrust and my knot pops inside, locks into place.
We both groan at the sensation. The fullness, the pressure, the way her body clamps down around me like it’s never letting go. She’s stretched wide around my knot, completely full, and I can feel her pulsing around me.
And something snaps.
Ten years. Ten years of waiting, wanting, pretending I’d moved on. Ten years of watching her leave and telling myself it didn’t matter. And now she’s here, locked on my knot, her scent wrapped around me, her body gripping and pulling and begging for everything I have to give.
I don’t think. I don’t ask. I just act.
I lean down and sink my teeth into the curve of her neck, right where it meets her shoulder. The other side from Nate’s mark. This spot is mine. The skin parts beneath my teeth, and I taste her: blood and honey and mate, the most perfect thing I’ve ever experienced.
Everything changes.
The bond snaps into place. Suddenly I can feel her, not just her body around mine, but her emotions flooding into me. Love. So much love it nearly levels me. Relief. Joy that feels like sunlight after years of darkness.
Finally. You’re mine. I’m yours. Finally.
Cara screams. Her pussy clamps down on my knot and she comes again, harder than before, her whole body convulsing beneath me. I feel her orgasm through the bond, pleasure crashing through her in waves, echoing into me until I can’t tell where she ends and I begin.
And then I’m coming too, spilling into her in hot pulses, knot throbbing as I fill her. I groan against her throat, pressing kisses to her skin, unable to form words. Just feeling. Just her.
The orgasm lasts forever, pleasure and emotion tangled together until I’m shaking.
Mine. She’s mine. Finally, irrevocably mine.
I release the bite and lap at the wound, sealing it. The mark will scar. My claim on her.
And then the bond settles, and I feel everything.
Her love hits me first. Overwhelming, certain, ten years of longing finally answered. Joy so bright it makes my eyes sting. Relief that tastes like coming home.
But underneath that, fainter, filtered through her, I feel Nate.
His pride. His fierce satisfaction. His love pouring through the connection he shares with Cara, bleeding into what I now share with her too. He’s not here in the nest, but I feel him like a steady presence at the edge of my awareness. Pack. Family. Whole.
“Lucas.” Her voice is raw. “I can feel you. I can feel everything you’re feeling.”
“I know.” I’m shaking. We both are. “I feel you too.”
“It’s so much.” She’s crying, but she’s smiling. “It’s perfect.”
A sound starts in my chest. Deep and rumbling. A purr. I’m purring. I’ve never purred before in my life, but now I can’t stop. The vibration rolls through both of us where we’re locked together.
“Is that...” She pulls back slightly, eyes wide. “Are you purring?”
“Apparently.” I can feel heat climbing my cheeks. “I can’t seem to stop.”
“Lucas Price.” A smile spreads across her face, watery but real. “The man who color-codes his sock drawer. Purring.”
“I don’t color-code my—” I stop. “Okay, I do. But that’s not relevant.”
She laughs, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. “It’s very relevant. It means you’re a secret softie.”
“I’m not soft. I’m thorough.”
“You’re purring like a kitten.”
“A very thorough kitten.”
She’s still laughing when she presses her face into my neck, and I feel her joy through the bond—bright and warm and so full it makes my chest ache.
“I can feel that too,” she murmurs. “The purr. It’s... it’s like being wrapped in you.”
“Yeah.” I can feel her, exhausted, satisfied, happy. So happy. “I’m here.”
I gather her against my chest, careful not to jostle where we’re still tied together. My knot will take a while to deflate. I’m grateful for it.
“You did so well,” I murmur against her hair, still purring. “Took everything I gave you.”
She makes a soft sound of contentment. Through the bond, I feel her drifting, warm, safe, satisfied.
Theo is beside me, giving us space but close. His eyes are dark with want, barely holding on.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
“Yeah.” The purr hasn’t stopped. “I’m okay.”
Cara nuzzles into my neck, half-asleep. “I can feel you,” she murmurs. “Both of you. You and Nate.” Her hand squeezes mine weakly. “It’s so much.”
She tilts her head up, and I kiss her, soft and sweet. “I love you, Lucas.”
“I love you too.” I brush damp hair from her face. “Rest while you can.”
She nods sleepily. I feel her slipping toward unconsciousness. My purr rumbles on, soothing her into sleep.
She wakes an hour later, whimpering.
The heat is back. I can smell it: her scent gone sharp and needy, fresh slick soaking the blankets. She’s writhing against me before her eyes are open.
“Need you.” She’s panting, grinding against my thigh, slick smearing hot against my skin. “Lucas.”
“I’ve got you.” I’m already hard again.
I roll her onto her back and slide inside in one thrust. She cries out, relief, pleasure, and I set a rhythm, fucking her deep and steady.