Chapter 23 Theo #2
“One more.” I reach between us, find her clit. “Give me one more before I lock us together.”
“I can’t—”
“You can.” I circle her clit while I fuck her. “Your body can take so much more than you think. That’s what heat is for. Let me show you.”
She comes again, screaming my name, and the feeling of her pussy clamping down on me almost pushes me over the edge. But I hold back. Not yet. Not until I’m locked inside her.
“Good girl.” I kiss her through the aftershocks. “So good for me. Taking my cock so well.”
“Theo—” She’s crying now, overwhelmed. “Please. Need your knot. Need it so bad.”
“I know.” I pull out—she whimpers at the loss—and flip her over onto her hands and knees. “Want to knot you like this. Want to get so deep you feel me for days.”
“Yes.” She arches her back, presenting for me, and the sight of her slick dripping down her thighs makes me groan. “Please, Theo. Take me.”
I slam back inside her and we both moan. The angle is deeper this way, my cock hitting spots it couldn’t before. I grip her hips and fuck her hard, watching my cock disappear into her over and over.
“Fuck, you look good like this.” I’m barely holding on. “Taking my cock so well. Your pussy’s squeezing me so tight.”
My knot is swelling fast. I can feel it catching at her entrance with every thrust, stretching her wider. The pressure is building, my orgasm coiling at the base of my spine.
“Feel that? Feel it starting to catch?”
“Yes.” She rocks back against me, trying to take more. “Want it inside me. Want you to lock us together.”
“Love how slick you are.” I thrust deeper, stretching her wider with each stroke. “Love how your pussy’s dripping all over my cock. You were made for this. Made to be fucked by your alphas.”
“Yes.” She’s sobbing now, her inner walls starting to flutter. “Made for you. Made for all of you.”
Through the bonds—Nate’s and Lucas’s—I feel them watching. Feel their arousal spike as they watch me claim our omega. Nate growls in approval. Lucas makes a low sound of want.
“They’re watching.” I angle my hips, hitting that spot that makes her wail. “Watching me fuck you from behind. Watching you take my cock. You like being watched, sweetheart? Like knowing your alphas are watching you get wrecked?”
“Yes.” She can barely form words. “Love it. Love them. Love you—”
I pull her up, her back to my chest, changing the angle again.
She gasps as my cock shifts inside her, hitting even deeper.
“I love you too.” I thrust up into her, one hand on her breast, the other sliding down to her clit.
“Loved you since we were seventeen. And now you’re mine.
Taking my cock like you were always meant to. ”
“Feel that?” I grind into her, stretching her wider. “Feel it getting bigger? It’s going to lock us together. Fill you so full you’ll feel me for days.”
“Yes.” She’s writhing beneath me, so close to the edge. “Want it. Want your knot. Want you to fill me up.”
“Going to.” I slam into her, catching hard at her entrance. “Going to pump you so full of my cum. Going to bond you so everyone knows you’re mine. Ours.”
“Please—” She’s right there, right on the edge. “Please, Theo, I’m so close—”
“Come on my knot.” I force myself deeper, stretching her impossibly wide. “Come for me and I’ll give you everything.”
She comes undone.
She clamps down on me, pulsing hard, and the pressure pulls my own orgasm free. I thrust one final time, forcing my knot past her entrance, and we both cry out as it locks into place.
I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
I’m emptying everything into her, my cock pulsing, filling her with my release. Her pussy milks me, pulling every drop deeper, and the instinct to bite is overwhelming.
Her neck is right there. Soft skin. Thundering pulse. That perfect spot next to Nate’s and Lucas’s marks.
I bite.
The bond slams into place.
Cara.
She’s everywhere. In my blood, in my bones, in every cell of my body. I feel what she feels—pleasure so intense it’s almost pain, relief so deep it brings tears, love so big I can barely hold it.
And underneath all of that—her. The real her, laid bare through the bond.
The loneliness she carried for years that she never let anyone see.
The fear that she wasn’t enough. The way coming home felt like failure until it didn’t.
And now—now she feels like a garden after rain.
Like new growth. Like something that was dormant for a long, long time finally blooming.
I feel the other bonds too. Nate’s, steady and deep. Lucas’s, sharp and bright. And now mine—warm and golden, sunshine flooding through the cracks.
We’re connected. All of us. Not just to Cara, but to each other.
“Theo.” Her voice is wrecked, her hands stroking my face. Tears are streaming down both our cheeks. “I feel you. I feel all of you.”
“I know.” I lap at the bond mark on her neck, sealing it. “I feel you too. Can feel how much you love us. How happy you are.”
“So happy.” She laughs, a broken sound. “So full. Your knot feels—god, I can feel you pulsing inside me. Feel your cum filling me up.”
“Mmm.” I rock my hips, and she gasps as the movement shifts inside her. “Going to stay locked in this pretty pussy for a while. Keep filling you up until there’s no room for anything but me.”
“Yes.” She clenches around me, and we both groan. “Want that. Want to stay like this forever.”
I can feel Nate and Lucas through the bonds now—not just their emotions, but their satisfaction. Their joy. The pack is complete, and they feel it as strongly as I do.
Nate moves closer, pressing against Cara’s side. His hand finds mine where it rests on her hip, squeezes. Through the bond, I feel his gratitude. His love. Not just for Cara—for me. For Lucas. For all of us.
“You did good,” he murmurs. His voice is rough, but I can feel the warmth underneath. “She needed that.”
“I needed that,” I admit. “Been wanting this for so long.”
Lucas settles on her other side, his fingers tracing the bond marks on her neck. All three of them now—Nate’s, his, mine. Our claims, side by side.
“Perfect,” he says softly. Through the bond, I feel his analytical mind cataloging—her temperature dropping, her heart rate stabilizing, the heat starting to ease. But underneath that, pure emotion. Pure love. “She’s perfect. We’re perfect.”
“Everything looks good on her,” I say, watching the marks bloom red against her skin.
“Sap,” Lucas mutters, but he’s smiling.
“Like you weren’t reciting poetry in your head during your bonding.”
“It was not poetry. It was... internal narration.”
Cara laughs against my chest, the sound vibrating through both of us. “You’re all ridiculous.”
“You love us,” I say.
“I do.” She sighs, her body going soft beneath me. My knot is still locked inside her, still pulsing, and she clenches around me like she wants to keep me there forever. “God help me, I really do.”
“Forever sounds good.” I press my forehead to hers. “I love you, Cara. I’ve loved you for so long.”
“I love you too.” She kisses me, soft and sweet despite the filthy position we’re locked in. “Thank you for waiting. For being patient. For—”
“I’d wait forever for you.” I mean it. “I’d wait a hundred years if that’s what it took.”
Her fingers trace my jaw. Through the bond, I feel what she’s feeling—gratitude and wonder and a sense of rightness, like puzzle pieces clicking into place.
And I send back everything I’ve held for ten years.
The ache of seeing her in town and staying silent.
The loneliness of my greenhouse at night, growing things because I couldn’t grow a future with her.
The stubborn hope that never died no matter how hard I tried to bury it.
She makes a soft sound against my chest. Sends back understanding. Apology. And underneath it all, fierce and certain—a sense of belonging. Of finally being where she was always meant to be.
“You don’t have to wait anymore.” She says it out loud, her voice thick. She wraps her arms around me, holds me close. “You have me. You have us. We’re pack.”
“Pack,” I echo. The word feels like sunlight. Like coming home. “Yeah. We’re pack.”
My knot is starting to soften, but I don’t pull out. Not yet. I want to stay inside her as long as possible—stay connected, stay close, stay hers.
Through the bonds, I feel Nate’s contentment. Lucas’s quiet joy. And Cara—Cara feels like home. Like everything I’ve been waiting for.
“The heat’s not over,” Lucas says quietly. “She’ll need us again in a few hours.”
“We’ll be here,” Nate says.
“Always,” I agree.
Cara’s eyes are already closing, exhaustion pulling her under. The heat has finally eased enough to let her rest—really rest, for the first time in hours.
“Sleep,” I murmur against her hair. “We’ve got you.”
“My alphas.” Her voice is barely a whisper. “My pack.”
“Yours,” I agree. “Always.”
She drifts off with my knot still softening inside her, my bond pulsing in her chest, surrounded by her pack.
I close my eyes and let myself drift too, more content than I’ve ever been in my life.
Finally, finally home.