Bonus Epilogue
TIM
" A re you sure, sweetheart?" Conrad asked softly.
I nodded.
It had been about a year since that fateful party, and Conrad and I had been together for about nine months of that time.
I was beyond ready to finally take the last step.
Neither of us counted the night of the Unlocking for obvious reasons, and living with my parents (and recovering from giving birth) had prevented us from a do-over.
Until now.
When Ursula was about six weeks old, Eric cleared me medically for sex and he put me on the omega birth control pills, too.
He was still baffled that I hadn't looked more than five or six months pregnant when I'd been in labor, and that I hadn't felt any movement during my pregnancy. His theory was that it was something like a cryptic pregnancy, compounded by an anterior placenta and a bunch of medical jargon which I’d promptly forgotten. What I did take away from the conversation, though, was that the likelihood of it happening again was slim to none.
Still, I took my pills religiously. I bought a box of condoms, too. The next time Conrad and I conceived, it would be on purpose, and we would be bonded.
Conrad was my mate, and I wanted to make that permanent.
"I'm sure," I answered. "I love you. You're it for me. My fox says it, and so does my heart. I want to bond with you.”
I wasn't even a tiny bit worried that he might not want to make the permanent commitment. I knew deep in my soul that we were on the same page. Regardless, his wide smile and the sheen of moisture in his eyes were still a relief.
"I want that, too, darlin'. You've made me the happiest alpha ever."
Slick pooled in my underwear as I bent to kiss him again. I gasped into his mouth as his hand slipped under the waistband, his fingers tracing my needy hole, spreading the moisture.
"Fuck, you're already wet for me," he growled, the rumble of his voice sending another wave of need through my body. "I've been dreaming of your tight little hole." The words were punctuated by two of his thick fingers pushing inside me.
"Oh my god," I arched my back. Being stretched and filled by his thick digits felt amazing, but I wanted —no, needed — more. “Con…”
“Shh, sweetheart, let me savor this.”
I wanted that, too, but I needed him inside me.
I wished I could remember our first time. Eric believed the synthetic pheromones used that night had sent me into a minor heat, just like the forced ruts the alphas experienced. My memories were hazy because of the magic and the alcohol in my system.
Unable to remember, I wanted to replace the experience with clear memories, our coming together not influenced by any external factors. Not that I regretted anything else about that night. I couldn’t.
“ Please ,” I whined. “I need you…”
Conrad’s eyes softened with understanding. Pulling his fingers out left me feeling empty. “You’re running the show, baby. How do you want to do this?”
At least for the first time, I knew we needed to be face-to-face. “Can I ride you?”
“God yes.”
We were naked in no time. While he sat up against the headboard, I pulled a condom out of the fresh box in the nightstand, handing it to him before I straddled his thighs. Slick trickled down the inside of my legs, but I didn’t care.
Sinking down on him was blissful. It was a cliché to think it, but being filled by his thick cock made me feel whole. Maybe that was because he was my mate, the person I believed was fated to be mine.
“God, darlin’,” his fingers flexed on my hips, “you feel so good.”
My eyes closed of their own accord. Throwing my head back, I rocked experimentally. “So do you.”
We moved slowly, savoring the experience with soft gasps and whispered words of affection and praise, shared between kisses which alternated between soft and sensual, and sloppy from intense need.
Nothing I’d done before had ever felt so right.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Conrad murmured as I sat back to ride him a bit faster. His cock nudged my prostate, shooting sparks of intense pleasure through me, and I wanted more, wanted desperately to come, even while I wished this could last all night.
Really, he was the gorgeous one, but words were too difficult, and they were swept away by the pleasure of it all. “Mmm, mmm, mmm ,” was all I could manage, the sounds forced out of me with every bounce on his dick.
“We’re alone, darlin’. Be as loud as you want. Let me hear you.”
That was a novel idea, but the decadent rumble of his voice as he encouraged me to moan and cry out was what really made my pulse race and my slick spill over his cock.
“Fuck,” he gripped my ass, “I’m gonna come. I’m gettin’ close.”
“Do it,” I urged him, any remaining self-consciousness having dissipated while we made love, “imagine you’re filling me up. Breeding me again.”
“Oh fuck ,” he was likely going to leave bruises where he squeezed so tight, “ why is that so hot?”
It was probably biological imperative more than anything, but the idea of my big, sexy bear putting another perfect baby in me had my dick dribbling precum while my ass squeezed around him. Obviously, neither one of us was ready for more kids, but my omega reveled in the idea anyway.
I couldn’t say any of that though, because Conrad was suddenly stroking my cock in time with our movements. My body tightened up. The building tension inside me close to snapping.
When he bumped my prostate again, I whimpered out my release. He groaned, his own hips stuttering. Then, as his knot swelled, locking us together, he panted, “You sure you want to bond with me, Tim?”
My answer was equally breathy. “I want forever with you.”
Conrad grinned and leaned in, sinking his teeth into the hollow where my shoulder met my neck.
The momentary pain turned into intense bliss, compounded by the extra stimulation from his knot to my prostate. I twisted my neck to bite him back, feeling the bond snap into place the instant my teeth pierced his skin.
The connection we forged was almost overwhelming. I could feel Conrad’s renewed orgasm as if it was my own, and we passed the bliss between us in a sensual feedback loop, coming again until even the magic seemed to sense it was too much.
Tears of joy dripped down my cheeks. My mate wiped them away with his big hands, his answering emotion warming me through our new connection.
“I love you,” he murmured reverently.
“I love you, too.”
The words weren’t necessary. Not with the bond between us so open and raw. But I wanted to say them anyway.
I’d always want to say them.
Maybe the rumors were right: maybe magic and fate really did favor us here in Shifters Sanctuary.
Conrad and I had gone about it ass-backwards, but that didn't matter. We'd made it past the unexpected hurdles, and we were on our way to our happily ever after; my surprise baby-daddy and me.
Even though things had gone differently to the way I’d once daydreamed they would, the ending was the same. I had the alpha I loved, a beautiful daughter, and a bright future ahead of me. Ahead of us . With Conrad at my side, I couldn’t wait to see what else life had to offer.