Chapter 15 #2
“That’s the goal.” I ease out of her slowly, and we both hiss at the sensation. The sight of my come dripping from her pussy makes my cock twitch with interest, but I ignore it. She needs rest, not another round.
“Milo.” Ben’s voice, from the edge of the nest. I’d almost forgotten he and Elijah were watching. “You okay?”
I realize I’m shaking. The adrenaline of fighting my instincts is finally catching up with me.
“Yeah.” I roll onto my back, stare at the ceiling. “Just... that was intense.”
“You did good.” Elijah’s voice, low and steady. “She’s okay. You didn’t bite.”
“Almost did.” The admission costs me. “There was a second where I—” I can’t finish.
“But you didn’t.” Ben settles beside me. “That’s what matters.”
Tessa curls against my side, her hand over my heart. “You were perfect,” she murmurs. “Thank you.”
“For what? Mind-blowing sex?” I try for humor. It comes out shaky.
“For keeping your promise.” She presses a kiss to my chest. “For proving I can trust you.”
That hits different. Harder.
“Milo?” Her voice is drowsy. Already drifting.
“I’m here.” I stroke her hair. “Rest. You need to sleep while you can.”
“Don’t leave.”
“Never.” I press a kiss to her forehead, keeping my mouth far from her neck. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She’s asleep within seconds. Just like that—one moment awake, the next completely out. Her body knows what it needs, and right now it needs rest to prepare for the next wave.
But I’m exhausted—physically and emotionally drained—and her warmth and scent are like a drug. One minute I’m watching her breathe, the next I’m jolting awake to the sound of her whimpering.
“No.” She’s thrashing in the blankets, her skin flushed, her scent spiking with distress. “No, please.”
“Tessa.” I grab her shoulders. “Wake up. You’re okay.”
Her eyes fly open. Wild. Panicked. Then she focuses on me and crumples.
“Milo.” She’s crying, clutching at me.
“I’m here.” I pull her against my chest. “Not going anywhere.”
“Hurts.” Her voice is small.
She’s right. Her scent is shifting—that desperate, needy edge returning. The heat isn’t done with her yet.
“Okay.” I look at Ben. “You ready?”
He’s still pale, but his jaw is set. “Yeah. I’m ready.”
“Ben?” Tessa reaches for him, her voice thin with pain. “Will you...”
“Whatever you need.” He takes her hand, kisses her palm. “I’ve got you.”
I ease back, giving them space. Elijah does the same, moving to sit against the wall where he can watch without crowding.
Ben strips off his clothes—jeans, shirt, boxers—and I catch Tessa’s reaction. Her eyes go wide, her lips parting, her scent spiking with fresh arousal despite her exhaustion.
“Ben.” She reaches for him. “Please. Need you.”
“I know.” He settles between her thighs, and I watch his face change as he takes in the sight of her. “Fuck, Tessa. You’re drenched.”
“Please.” She pulls at him. “Now.”
He positions himself at her entrance. Hesitates.
“Ben.” Her voice is urgent. “Please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His jaw is tight. “You’re already... we’ve already...”
“You won’t hurt me.” She cups his face, makes him look at her. “I need you. Please, Ben. I need you inside me.”
He pushes in.
The sound he makes is wrecked—a groan that seems to come from somewhere deep in his chest. His eyes flutter closed, his whole body shuddering as her pussy envelops him.
“Fuck.” His voice cracks. “Tessa. You feel... I can’t...”
“Move.” She’s already rocking against him. “Please, Ben.”
“Yeah.” He starts to thrust, clumsy at first, then finding his rhythm. “Yeah, I’ve got you.”
It’s not performative—just two people lost in each other. Ben’s making sounds I’ve never heard from him, and Tessa’s meeting him thrust for thrust, her nails raking down his back.
“Harder,” she begs. “Please.”
“Don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I can take it. Ben, please.”
He gives her what she wants. The sounds filling the nest are obscene—wet slapping and desperate moans, the creak of the bed frame, Tessa’s breathless cries.
“You feel so good,” he’s saying, “so tight. Fuck, Tessa, your pussy’s perfect. I’m not going to last.”
“Your knot.” She’s gasping, her back arching. “Can feel it swelling.”
“Yeah.” His rhythm falters, his control slipping. “Do you want it? Want my knot?”
“Yes. Please, Ben. Lock me.”
He slams into her one last time, his knot catching at her rim, stretching her, then popping inside with a wet sound that makes my cock twitch. They both cry out—his voice rough and broken, hers high and desperate—and then they’re locked together, shaking through their orgasms.
“Ben.” Her voice is wrecked. Just his name. Just relief.
Elijah catches my eye, and I see my own emotions reflected back. Pride. Hope. The beginning of something that could last.
I lose track of how many times we cycle through.
Heat wave. Relief. Sleep. Repeat.
Tessa stops talking somewhere around the fourth round. She’s beyond words now—just soft sounds, desperate whimpers, her body reaching for whoever’s closest when the need hits.
Ben takes her twice, each time more confident than the last. He murmurs to her the whole time—sweet nonsense, gentle encouragement—and somehow still makes her laugh even when she’s barely conscious.
Elijah takes her once, and it’s so tender I have to look away.
He’s quiet—doesn’t do the dirty talk like Ben and I do—but he murmurs to her.
Short words. “I’ve got you.” “That’s it.
” “Let go.” He watches her face, reads her body, gives her exactly what she needs.
When she comes on his knot, silent tears stream down her cheeks.
He kisses them away, whispers something I can’t hear.
And then it’s my turn again.
“Milo—” Just my name. Just need.
I’m already there. Already pushing inside her. She’s so wet, so open, that I slide in like I belong there.
Maybe I do.
This time is slow. She’s exhausted—we all are—and her body is running on instinct alone. Her eyes are half-closed, glazed, and she’s not really seeing me. She’s just feeling.
I give her what she needs. Slow, deep thrusts. My knot swelling and locking us together. The relief that floods her scent when the emptiness finally stops.
She’s asleep before my knot even deflates. Dead to the world, her body finally getting the rest it desperately needs.
I hold her and watch the first pale light of dawn creep through the window. The storm has stopped. The world outside is buried in white, silent and still.
We made it through the day and night.
Ben catches my eye from across the nest. He looks as wrecked as I feel—exhausted, satisfied, hopeful.
Elijah is already asleep, one hand resting protectively on Tessa’s hip.
This is pack. This is what it feels like to belong to something bigger than yourself.
I close my eyes and let myself drift, still locked inside her, surrounded by the people I care about most.
Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together.