Chapter 28
Ben
The second she walks back into the living room, I smell it.
Milo’s scent layered over hers. Dark chocolate and amber woven through her lavender and citrus in a way that’s permanent now. And on the left side of her throat, a fresh bite that makes my teeth ache with the need to match it.
My cock’s been hard since she walked down that hallway with Milo. Through some weird pack awareness I don’t fully understand, I felt echoes of what they were doing. Her pleasure like distant lightning. Her orgasms rippling at the edge of my consciousness.
Now she’s standing in front of me wearing Elijah’s flannel and Milo’s mark, and I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
“Fuck,” I hear myself say. “You smell like...”
“Like pack.” Milo grins from the couch, smug and satisfied. “Your turn.”
Tessa crosses to me, and I catch her hand. Her pulse races under my thumb. Through Milo’s bond, I can sense her. Want and satisfaction and anticipation all tangled together.
“Your turn,” she says again, softer.
Three years. Three fucking years of muffins and oil changes and showing up to every goddamn town meeting, just to watch her wave that clipboard around. Three years of being the funny guy, the friend, the one she could count on to make her laugh but never to make her stay.
I’m done being patient.
“Don’t wait up,” I tell Milo and Elijah, pulling her toward the hallway.
The guest room smells like sex. Like her and Milo. Like the beginning of everything I’ve wanted. I close the door behind us and press her against it, my mouth finding hers before she can speak.
She tastes like Milo. Like herself underneath. Like three years of wanting finally coming true.
“Ben...” she gasps against my lips.
“Three years.” I bite her lower lip, suck it into my mouth. “Three years of watching you stress yourself into the ground. Three years of you yelling at me about volunteering.”
“You never volunteered...”
“I was busy.” I drag my mouth down her throat, careful to avoid Milo’s mark. “Falling in love with you. Jerking off thinking about you. Imagining what sounds you’d make if I ever got my hands on you.”
Her breath catches. “Ben...”
“Do you know how hard it was?” I find that spot below her ear, the one that makes her shiver. “Showing up every day, making you laugh, going home alone to fuck my fist because I couldn’t have you?”
“You can have me now.” Her voice is breathy, desperate. “Please, Ben. I need...”
“What do you need?” I bite her earlobe. “Tell me.”
“You. All of you. Please...”
I find the buttons of Elijah’s flannel and rip it open. Buttons scatter across the floor. She gasps.
“I’ll buy him a new one,” I mutter, pushing the fabric off her shoulders.
She’s naked underneath—Milo didn’t bother redressing her—and the sight of her hits me like a punch to the gut. Soft curves and flushed skin and that bite mark on her throat that means she’s pack now.
Mine next.
“Beautiful,” I breathe. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Your turn.” She’s tugging at my shirt. “Need to feel you...”
I strip so fast I nearly trip over my own jeans. She laughs, bright and surprised, and the sound makes me grin even as my cock throbs.
“Shut up,” I tell her. “I’m eager.”
“I can see that.” Her eyes drop to my cock, hard and flushed and leaking at the tip. She licks her lips. “Impressive.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.” I lift her—she wraps around me automatically—and carry her to the bed. “But right now it’s gonna get you bonded.”
I drop her on the mattress and follow her down, settling between her thighs. The heat of her against my cock makes us both groan.
“Ben... please...”
“Please what?” I rock against her, sliding through her slick. She’s soaked. Dripping. I can feel it coating my cock. “Use your words, sweetheart.”
“I need...” She’s arching up, trying to get me inside her. “Need your mouth. Your cock. Something. I’m so empty...”
“Already?” I grin against her throat. “Milo just had you.”
“Not enough.” She’s whimpering now, actually whimpering. “Need more. Need you.”
Fuck. The desperation in her voice goes straight to my cock.
“Alright.” I kiss my way down her body. “Since you asked so nicely.”
I don’t tease. I’ve waited three years. I’m not waiting another second. I bury my face between her thighs and lick into her.
She screams.
She’s so slick. Milo’s cum mixed with her own arousal, and underneath it all, her. Her taste. Sweet and musky and fucking perfect. I groan against her and lick again, deeper this time, my tongue pushing inside her.
“Oh god... oh fuck... Ben...”
“Taste so good,” I growl against her pussy. “Could do this all night.”
“Please...” She’s gripping my hair, pulling me closer. “Please, need...”
“What do you need?”
“Fingers... inside... please...”
I push two fingers into her and curl them hard.
She wails. Her back arches off the bed, her thighs clamping around my head, and she’s so tight around my fingers I can barely move them.
“That’s it.” I pump them slowly while my tongue works her clit. “That’s my girl. So tight. Can’t wait to feel you squeeze my cock like this.”
“Yes...” She’s fucking herself on my fingers, desperate and shameless. “Want that. Want your cock. Ben, please...”
“Soon.” I add a third finger, stretching her. “Gotta make sure you can take me first.”
“I can take you... I can... please...”
I suck her clit hard and finger-fuck her until she shatters.
She comes with a scream, her whole body convulsing, her slick gushing over my hand. I work her through it, licking up everything she gives me, until she’s shaking and gasping and pushing at my head.
“Too much...” she gasps. “Need... need your cock... please, Ben, need you inside me...”
I crawl up her body, positioning myself at her entrance. She’s so wet I can feel the slick dripping down my balls.
“Look at me,” I tell her.
Her eyes meet mine. Wild and desperate and full of something that makes my chest hurt.
“I love you,” I say. No jokes. No deflection.
Just the truth I’ve been hiding for three years.
“I love you so much it scares me. I love that you’re bossy and stubborn and you care about this town more than anyone I’ve ever met.
I’ve loved you since the first time you yelled at me about volunteering. ”
“Ben...” Her eyes are wet, emotion breaking through. “I love you too. Please... I need...”
“I know what you need.”
I push inside her with one hard thrust.
She screams my name.
She’s tight—so fucking tight—even after Milo. Hot and slick and gripping me like she never wants to let go. I bottom out and hold still, buried to the hilt, feeling her pulse around me.
“Oh god,” she sobs. “You’re so big. Can feel you everywhere. So full...”
“Yeah?” I pull back and slam in again. She wails. “Feel that? Feel how deep I am?”
“Yes... yes... more... please...”
I start fucking her. Really fucking her. No gentleness, no restraint—just three years of want finally finding release. The headboard slams against the wall. The bed groans. She’s screaming beneath me, her nails clawing my back, her legs locked around my waist.
“So tight,” I groan. “So fucking tight and wet and perfect. Been dreaming about this pussy for three years...”
“Ben...” She’s gasping, her body arching beneath me. “Harder... please... need it harder...”
I give her harder. Pound into her until she’s incoherent, until she’s just making sounds, until the only word she can form is my name.
“That’s it.” I’m losing control, my thrusts going ragged. “Take it. Take all of me. Gonna fill you up. Gonna knot this perfect pussy...”
“Yes...” She’s nearly screaming. “Yes, need your knot, need it, Ben please... please... I need it so bad...”
My knot starts to swell at her words.
“Feel that?” I grind into her, the base of my cock stretching her wider. “Feel my knot getting bigger?”
“Yes...” Her voice is wrecked, her body shaking. “Please, give it to me, need it inside me...”
“Gonna give you everything.” I thrust harder, my knot catching on her entrance. “Gonna lock myself inside you. Fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum. Make you mine.”
“Please... Ben... please please please...”
The knot swells fully, stretching her impossibly wide. She’s moaning, clutching at me, and then it pops inside her and locks into place.
She shatters.
Her orgasm triggers mine. I’m coming so hard I can’t see, can’t breathe, my cock pulsing inside her, pumping her full. She’s clenching around my knot in rhythmic waves that milk every drop from me.
“I love you,” I gasp against her throat. “Tessa. Fuck. I love you...”
I find the right side of her throat, opposite Milo’s mark, and bite down hard.
The bond snaps into place.
And suddenly it’s not just Tessa flooding into me. It’s everything.
Milo’s satisfaction humming in the background. His love for her, for me, for this pack we’re building. And Tessa in the center, her emotions crashing through me like a hurricane. Love and pleasure and relief and this overwhelming feeling of finally, finally, finally.
I can feel both of them. Connected through her. Pack.
“Oh,” she sobs. “Ben. I can feel you both. I can feel... everything...”
“I know.” I’m crying too. Actual tears streaming down my face. Three years of jokes and deflection, and now I’m crying into my omega’s neck because I’m so fucking happy. “I can feel you too. Both of you. It’s...
I can’t find words. For once in my life, I have nothing funny to say.
A purr starts in my chest. Deep and rumbling, vibrating through both of us. She melts into the sound, going soft and pliant, and through the bond I feel her contentment wash over me.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers. “The purring. Please.”
“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 making her clench around me, and I feel each one through the bond. Feel her satisfaction. Her completeness.
“Elijah,” she murmurs eventually. “Need to... need him too.”
“I know.” I press a kiss to my mark on her throat. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“Few more minutes.” She nuzzles into my chest. “Like having you inside me.”
I keep purring, keep holding her, keep feeling her happiness pulse through the bond.
When my knot finally slips free, we both whimper. I watch my cum drip out of her, mixing with Milo’s, and something possessive in me growls with satisfaction.
Mine. Ours. Pack.
I help her into what’s left of Elijah’s flannel. I really did destroy those buttons, and we walk back to the living room together.
Two bite marks on her throat now. Milo’s on the left. Mine on the right.
One more spot. One more alpha.
Elijah’s on his feet before we’re halfway down the hall, his eyes locked on Tessa like she’s the answer to every question he’s never been able to ask.
“Your turn,” I tell him. “Complete the set.”
He doesn’t speak. Just crosses to her, cups her face in his hands, and kisses her like he’s been waiting three years to do exactly this.
Which he has.
I settle onto the couch next to Milo.
“Hell of a night,” I say.
“Hell of a night,” he agrees.
Through the bond, I feel Tessa’s joy as Elijah leads her toward the master bedroom. Feel her love expanding, making room for the last piece of our pack.
Almost there.
One more bond, and we’ll be complete.