Chapter 27
Milo
She chose me first.
The words keep echoing in my head as I lead her down the hallway. Me. Not Ben, who’s been showing up for three years with muffins and bad jokes and the kind of stubborn devotion that should’ve won her over ages ago. Not Elijah, who built her a goddamn nesting bench and never said a word about it.
Me.
“You saw me first,” she said. Like that meant something. Like seeing her. Really seeing her, the stress and the control issues and the soft heart she hides behind her clipboard. Was some kind of gift.
She has no idea. Seeing her has been the easiest thing I’ve ever done. It’s the not touching that nearly killed me.
I open the guest room door and guide her inside. Moonlight spills through the windows, turning everything silver and shadow. She’s trembling. I can feel it where our hands are linked.
“Hey.” I turn her to face me, cupping her jaw. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. We can just...”
“Milo.” She cuts me off with a look. “I’ve been ready for three years. I’m shaking because I want this so much it scares me.”
Christ.
I kiss her before I can think better of it. Soft at first, testing, giving her space to pull back. She doesn’t. She leans in, her hands fisting in my shirt, and opens her mouth against mine with a desperate little sound that goes straight to my cock.
She tastes like wine and want. Her scent—lavender and citrus—wraps around me until it’s all I can breathe. And underneath, getting stronger by the second, the sweet musk of her arousal. Her slick.
Three years of mixing her drinks. Three years of watching her stress about events. Three years of listening to her rant about “impossible alphas” while I stood behind the bar wishing I could be one of them.
Now I am.
I walk her backward toward the bed, my hands finding the zipper at the back of her dress. “I’ve thought about this,” I murmur against her mouth. “So many times. What sounds you’d make. What you’d taste like.”
“Yeah?” Her voice is breathy, hitching when I drag the zipper down. “What else?”
“Whether you’d beg for me.” The dress pools at her feet. “Whether you’d say my name when you came.”
She whimpers. Actually whimpers. The sound makes my cock throb.
“Milo...”
“There it is.” I trace my fingers along the edge of her bra. “Say it again.”
“Milo, please...”
I kiss her harder, deeper, swallowing her pleas. She’s fumbling with my shirt, yanking it over my head, her hands immediately finding my chest. Her touch is frantic, desperate, like she can’t get enough.
Good. I can’t either.
I unhook her bra and let it fall. Her breasts are perfect. Full and soft, nipples already peaked and begging for my mouth. I duck my head and take one between my lips.
She cries out, her hands flying to my hair. “Oh god...”
I suck hard, flicking my tongue across the tight peak, and she arches into me. Her scent spikes. Slick pooling, I can smell it now, rich and sweet and making my mouth water.
“You’re getting wet for me,” I murmur against her breast. “I can smell it. Smell how much you want this.”
“Yes...” She’s panting. “Yes, I want... I need...”
“Tell me.” I switch to her other breast, biting gently. “Tell me what you need.”
“Your mouth. Your fingers. Your...” She breaks off with a moan when I suck hard. “Everything. I need everything.”
I drop to my knees.
She gasps, her hands finding my shoulders. I look up at her as I hook my fingers in her panties—black lace, already soaked through—and drag them down her legs.
“Gonna give you everything,” I promise. “Gonna make you feel so good you forget your own name.”
The first thing that hits me is her scent. God, her scent. Lavender and citrus, but deeper now. Headier, richer with arousal. And her slick, glistening on her folds, thick and sweet.
I lean in and lick through her center.
Her knees buckle. I catch her hips, holding her up, and lick again. Longer this time. Slower. Tasting every inch of her.
“Oh fuck...” Her fingers twist in my hair. “Milo...”
“Taste so good.” I spread her with my thumbs, getting better access. “So sweet. Could eat this pussy for hours.”
I seal my mouth over her clit and suck.
She screams.
I don’t let up. I work her with my tongue. Circles, flicks, long slow drags that have her shaking. Her slick is running down my chin, coating my lips, and I groan at the taste. Can’t get enough. Don’t ever want to stop.
“Please...” Her voice breaks on the word. “Please, Milo, I need... inside... need your fingers...”
I push two fingers into her and crook them hard.
She’s so slick they slide in like nothing, and she clenches around them immediately. Hot. Tight. Pulsing. I pump them slowly while my tongue keeps working her clit.
“That’s it,” I growl against her. “That’s my good girl. So tight around my fingers. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
“Yes...” She’s riding my hand now, fucking herself on my fingers. “Yes, want that, want your cock...”
“Gonna give it to you.” I add a third finger, stretching her wider, and she wails. “Gonna fill you up. Knot you. Make you mine.”
“Please... please... I’m gonna... Milo, I’m...”
“Come.” I pump my fingers faster, suck her clit hard. “Come on my face, sweetheart. Let me feel it.”
She shatters with a scream that probably carries to the living room.
Her whole body convulses, clenching around my fingers in rhythmic pulses. Slick gushes onto my hand, my chin, dripping down my wrist. I work her through it, gentling only when she starts to shake from overstimulation.
“Good girl,” I murmur, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. “So good for me. So beautiful when you come.”
“Bed.” Her voice is wrecked. “Bed, now, need you inside me...”
I stand and lift her in one motion. She wraps around me automatically, and I carry her to the bed, laying her down on the pillows. She’s flushed from her chest to her hairline, her eyes glazed, her thighs still trembling.
Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I strip off my jeans and boxers, and her eyes go wide when my cock springs free. I’m hard as steel, aching, the tip already slick with precum.
“Oh.” She licks her lips. “You’re...”
“All for you.” I climb over her, settling between her spread thighs. “Every inch.”
I notch myself at her entrance and pause. She’s so slick, so ready. I could slide in with one thrust. But I want to savor this. Want to remember every second of the first time I’m inside my omega.
“Look at me,” I tell her.
Her eyes meet mine. Lavender-citrus and dark chocolate-amber mingling in the air between us.
“I love you,” I say. “I’ve loved you since the night you walked into my bar with your color-coded binder and your impossible deadlines. I’ve loved you through every stressed-out rant, every event crisis, every moment you were too scared to let me in.”
“Milo...” Tears spill down her temples.
“I’m going to bond you now. Going to knot you and bite you and make you mine forever.” I press forward, just the tip. She gasps. “And I need you to know, this isn’t just instinct. This is me, choosing you. Always.”
“Yes.” Her eyes are wet, emotion breaking through. “Yes, please, I need... need you inside me...”
I push in slowly.
Inch by inch. Letting her feel every bit of me. Her mouth falls open, her eyes fluttering, and the sounds she makes. Fuck. Little gasps and moans and broken fragments of my name.
“So tight,” I groan when I’m halfway in. “God, Tessa. So fucking tight. Can feel you squeezing me.”
“More.” She’s clutching my shoulders, her nails digging in. “More, please, need all of you...”
I thrust the rest of the way in, and we both cry out.
She’s clenching around me like a vice, so hot and slick and perfect I can barely breathe. I hold still, buried to the hilt, feeling her pulse around my cock.
“Okay?” I manage.
“So full.” Her voice is awed, broken. “You’re so deep. Can feel you everywhere.”
“Yeah?” I pull back slowly, then thrust in hard. She screams. “Feel that?”
“Yes... yes... more... please...”
I start to move. Really move. Long, deep strokes that have the headboard hitting the wall. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in.
“Feel so good,” I groan. “So perfect around me. Like you were made for my cock.”
“Was.” She’s gasping, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Made for you. Made for this. Please, Milo, harder...”
I give her harder. Pound into her until she’s screaming, until the bed’s shaking, until nothing exists but the slick grip of her body and the sounds she’s making.
“That’s it.” I’m barely coherent. “Take it. Take all of me. So fucking good, Tessa...”
“I need...” She’s gasping, her nails raking down my back. “Need your knot. Please, I need it. Need you to knot me...”
My knot starts to swell at her words, like her begging pulled it out of me.
“Feel that?” I thrust harder, the base of my cock catching on her entrance. “Feel my knot starting to swell?”
“Yes...” Her voice is wrecked, her body shaking. “Yes, please, need it, need it so bad...”
“Gonna give it to you.” I slam into her, my knot stretching her wider with every thrust. “Gonna lock you to me. Fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum.”
“Please... Milo... please...”
The knot swells fully, catches on her entrance—stretches her wide, so wide—and then locks into place with a pop that makes us both scream.
She comes instantly. Her whole body seizes around me, clenching on my knot in rhythmic pulses that pull my own orgasm from somewhere deep. I’m coming harder than I’ve ever come in my life, pumping into her, filling her, my cock pulsing with every wave.
“I love you,” I gasp against her throat. “Tessa. Fuck. I love you...”
My teeth find the left side of her throat. The perfect spot. The place where I’ll leave my mark forever.
I bite down, breaking skin.
The bond snaps into place like a key turning in a lock.
And suddenly I can feel her.
Not just her body wrapped around mine. Her. Her emotions flooding through me like a tidal wave. Love and relief and joy and this overwhelming sense of finally, finally, finally.
I can feel how full she feels. How complete. How the stretch of my knot inside her is making her see stars.
“Oh god.” Her voice is awed, broken. “Milo. I can feel you. In my head. Everywhere.”
“I know.” I’m shaking. Crying. Can’t tell anymore where I end and she begins. “I can feel you too. Feel everything.”
I lick over the bite mark, sealing it, and a purr starts in my chest. Deep and rumbling, automatic. She melts into the sound immediately, her body going soft and pliant around me.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers. “The purring. Don’t stop.”
“Couldn’t if I tried.”
We stay locked together while my knot slowly softens. Every few minutes another wave of pleasure rolls through her—aftershocks from the bonding, from the knot still pulsing inside her—and I feel each one through the bond. Feel her satisfaction. Her peace.
Her love.
“The others,” she murmurs eventually, her voice sleepy.
Right. Ben and Elijah. Waiting in the living room. My packmates, who are about to become her alphas too.
Through the bond, I feel her anticipation. Her love, expanding to make room for more. Not replacing what we have, but adding to it.
“Whenever you’re ready,” I tell her.
“Mm.” She nuzzles into my neck. “Few more minutes. Like being full of you.”
I press a kiss to her hair and keep purring.
Few more minutes. Then she’ll go to Ben, and I’ll feel her joy through the bond as he claims her too.
It doesn’t hurt to think about. If anything, it feels right.
She has enough love for all of us.
When my knot finally slips free, we both whimper at the loss. I watch my cum drip out of her, mixed with her slick, and something primal in me growls with satisfaction.
Mine. She’s mine now.
I clean her gently with a warm cloth from the bathroom, then help her into Elijah’s flannel. One bite mark on her throat. Dark and fresh against her skin.
The first of three.
We walk back to the living room together. Ben’s on his feet the second we appear, his nostrils flaring.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You smell like...”
“Like pack.” I can’t help grinning. “Your turn.”
Through the bond, I feel Tessa’s want for him surge. Different from what she feels for me. Warmer, edged with years of banter and exasperation.
She crosses to him, takes his hand.
“Your turn,” she says.
Ben doesn’t hesitate. He pulls her toward the hallway, throwing a grin over his shoulder. “Don’t wait up.”
I settle onto the couch next to Elijah and let out a long breath.
“Hell of a night,” I say.
He nods.
Through the bond, I feel Tessa’s joy surge. Her anticipation. Her want, blooming fresh and warm.
I close my eyes and let myself feel it all.
My omega. My pack.
Finally.