Chapter 27 #2
"Love you," she corrects, pulling me down for a kiss. "I love you so much."
"Love you too, baby. So fucking much." I press my forehead to hers, both of us trembling with the intensity. "My omega. My bonded mate. Mine."
When awareness returns, we're tangled together, both breathing hard.
"Holy shit," I manage.
"Yeah." She's crying, but they're happy tears. "I can feel you. River, I can feel everything you feel."
"I know, baby. I feel you too." It's incredible. Overwhelming. Perfect. "And you love me."
"So much." She's smiling through the tears. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." I press my forehead to hers, marveling at this bond connecting us. "My omega. My Bea."
Through the bond, I can also feel Seth—distant but there, his happiness and support flooding through. He's not jealous. He's not hurt. He's just happy we're happy. I can sense him in the house, feeling our pleasure through his bond with Bea, proud and satisfied.
"Seth's proud of us," Bea murmurs, feeling it too. "He can feel how good you made me feel."
"Of course he is. We're pack." I kiss her softly, tasting her tears. "Two bonds down, one to go."
"Grayson," she says, and I feel a complicated flutter of emotion through our bond. Want and fear and anticipation all mixed together. And underneath—arousal. She's already thinking about his cock, his knot, his bite.
"When you're ready," I assure her. "No rush. But Bea? He's waiting for you. And he won't wait forever."
"I know." She touches the two claiming marks on her throat—Seth's on the right, mine on the left. "But right now, I just want to enjoy this. You and me. Your knot inside me. Your cum filling me."
"Fuck." My cock twitches inside her at her words, and she gasps. "Keep talking like that and I'm going to knot you again."
"We're already knotted," she points out, a smile in her voice.
"My knot can swell even bigger if you keep being filthy." I nuzzle into her neck, breathing in her scent—now permanently mixed with mine. "But you're right. Let's just feel this."
We lie there together, learning this new bond.
I send her waves of affection and feel her send them back.
But it's not just emotions—I can feel physical sensations too.
The way my knot stretches her. The way my cum is still leaking into her pussy in small pulses.
The satisfying fullness she feels, the rightness of being claimed and marked and bonded.
"This is really real," she says quietly. "We're bonded. I can feel everything—your emotions, your satisfaction, even your—" She stops, blushing.
"My cock inside you?" I finish, grinning. "Yeah. That bond goes both ways, baby. I can feel how good my knot feels stretching your pussy. How full you are. How satisfied."
"It's overwhelming."
"Best kind of overwhelming." I can feel my knot starting to deflate finally—we've been locked together almost forty minutes. "You ready? This might feel weird."
"I remember from heat." But she still whimpers when my knot deflates enough to slip free, my cock sliding out of her pussy. Immediately, my cum starts leaking out—so much of it, coating her thighs, soaking into the sheets.
"Fuck, look at that." I can't help staring at her pussy—pink and swollen and absolutely dripping with my cum. My scent is all over her, in her. "You're wrecked, baby. Your pussy's so full of my cum it's pouring out of you."
"River," she whines, embarrassed but I can feel through the bond that she likes it. Likes being marked this way, claimed, filled.
"Don't be embarrassed. It's perfect. You're perfect.
" I grab the warm cloth Seth left nearby and clean her gently, though it takes several wipes to get all my cum.
"Gonna have to get used to this. Now that we're bonded, I'm going to want to fill this pretty pussy constantly. Keep you smelling like me."
"Possessive alpha," she murmurs, but she's smiling.
"Your possessive alpha." I pull her back into my arms, both of us finally clean. "Now sleep. You're going to need your energy."
"Why?"
"Because tomorrow I'm going to wake you up with my tongue in this pussy, make you come on my face, and then fuck you until you can't walk straight. Gotta test out this bond properly."
She laughs, the sound warm and genuine, vibrating through our bond. "I love you."
"Love you too, baby. So damn much."
She falls asleep in my arms, two claiming marks on her throat, two bonds connecting her to her pack. I can feel her contentment through our bond, her satisfaction, her love.
The door opens quietly and Seth slips in, already in sleep clothes, moving carefully so as not to wake Bea. He settles on her other side, his hand finding hers even in sleep.
Then Grayson appears in the doorway. He doesn't ask permission, just moves into the nest and claims his space on the edge. His eyes find mine in the darkness—there's hunger there, possession, barely restrained need.
"Your turn's coming," I mouth at him.
His jaw clenches. "Can't come fast enough," he mouths back.
Bea shifts between us, unconsciously reaching for him even in sleep. Her hand finds his arm, and something in his expression softens. Just a fraction. He covers her hand with his, thumb stroking her knuckles.
The gesture is careful. Controlled. Grayson holding himself back because he knows she needs time, even though every instinct is screaming at him to claim her now.
"She'll be ready soon," I whisper.
"I know." His voice is quiet, rough. "I can wait. I will wait. However long she needs."
But I can see the strain in his shoulders, the tension in his jaw. Being this close to her without a bond, without his mark on her throat—it's killing him.
We all settle into the nest together—pack, almost complete—and I drift off to the sound of Bea's even breathing and Grayson's restless shifting as he tries to sleep.