Chapter 52 #2
"I know." He draped himself over my back, his chest hot against my skin, his mouth finding my ear.
"I know, sweetheart. You're doing so good.
Taking my knot so well." His hips rolled, another wave of pressure that had me keening.
"Now I'm going to bite you. Going to mark you as mine. Are you ready?"
"Yes." Tears were streaming down my face but I didn't care, couldn't care about anything except him inside me, around me, about to claim me forever. "Please, Reid. Make me yours."
He pressed his lips to the junction of my neck and shoulder, right where my scent was strongest, and I felt his teeth graze my skin, felt his breath hot and ragged against me.
"Mine." He growled the word against my flesh, and then he bit down.
Pain and pleasure exploded through me simultaneously, so intertwined I couldn't separate them.
His teeth broke the skin, his mouth sealing over the wound, and something inside me cracked open, something that had been waiting my whole life for this moment.
I could feel him — not just physically, but deeper, a new awareness blooming in my chest, a connection that went beyond anything I'd ever experienced.
The orgasm ripped through me without warning, my whole body convulsing, my inner walls clamping down on his knot so hard I heard him shout against my skin.
He came with me, his cock pulsing, filling me with wet heat that seemed to go on forever, his teeth still locked in my flesh as we rode out the waves together.
When it was over, we collapsed together onto the quilt, still tied, still connected, his knot keeping him locked inside me.
He released his bite, licking the wound gently, soothingly before he moved me so he bared his neck to me to do the same.
A low growl left me as I let my teeth sink into his neck.
"Aster." His voice was wrecked, barely more than a whisper, his arms wrapping around me pulling me tight against his chest. "My Aster. My Omega. Mine."
"Yours." I said as I took my teeth out of his knee and pressed against him, savoring the fullness of his knot, the warmth of his body, the new bond singing between us like a live wire.
We lay like that for long minutes, maybe hours, time losing all meaning in the golden candlelight.
His knot slowly softened, releasing me by increments, and when he finally slipped free I felt the loss like a physical ache.
"How do you feel?" He turned me in his arms, his dark eyes searching my face, his thumb tracing over my cheekbone with infinite tenderness. "Are you okay? Was it... was it what you wanted?"
"It was perfect." I pressed a kiss to his palm, feeling the bond pulse between us, warm and bright and unbreakable. "You're perfect."
A knock at the door made us both turn.
"Reid?" Nolan's voice came through the wood, tight with barely contained need, his pine scent seeping under the door and mixing with the heady smell of sex and bonding in the room. "Is she... can I...?"
Reid looked at me, a question in his eyes. I nodded, my body already beginning to warm again at the thought of what came next, at the thought of Nolan's hands on me, his mouth, his knot.
"She's ready." Reid called, pressing one last kiss to my forehead before rolling off the bed and gathering his clothes. He paused at the door, looking back at me with such love and possession in his eyes that my breath caught. "I'll be right outside, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere."
Then the door opened, and Nolan stepped inside.
He looked wrecked already, his hazel eyes blown dark with desire, his sandy hair disheveled like he'd been running his hands through it, his chest heaving beneath his green henley.
His pine scent flooded the room, mixing with Reid's cedar and my own lilacs until the air felt thick with want.
"I heard everything." His voice was rough, his eyes fixed on me where I lay sprawled across the quilt, naked and flushed and marked, Reid's bite already scarring red on my shoulder.
"Every sound you made. Every time you called his name.
" He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the lean muscles of his chest, the trail of hair that disappeared beneath his waistband.
"It nearly killed me, waiting out there. Listening. Wanting."
"Nolan." I reached for him, my body already responding to his presence, slick gathering between my thighs despite the orgasms I'd already had. "Come here. Please."
He crossed to the bed in three quick strides, kneeling on the mattress, his hands finding my face, his mouth crashing against mine. He tasted like mint and desperation, his tongue sweeping against mine with none of his usual gentleness, all of his careful control finally snapping.
He kissed down my jaw, my neck, his lips finding the unmarked side, the side that was still waiting for his claim. His hand slid down my body, between my thighs, his fingers finding me wet and swollen and sensitive. "I’ve been thinking of this…how you'd look with my bite on your skin."
I whimpered as his fingers circled my clit, my hips lifting into his touch, my body already primed and desperate despite what Reid and I had just done. Or maybe because of it — the bond was still fresh and raw, making everything more intense, every sensation magnified.
"You're so wet." Nolan groaned against my throat, two fingers sliding inside me easily, his palm grinding against my clit in a way that made my toes curl. "So ready for me. Did Reid stretch you out nice and wide? Get you ready for my knot?"
"Yes." The word came out as a moan, my hips rocking against his hand, chasing the pleasure building in my core. "Nolan, please, I need you inside me. Need to feel you."
He pulled back, stripping off his remaining clothes with quick, efficient movements, his cock springing free, hard and flushed and perfect. He was long and thick, his knot already beginning to swell at the base, and my mouth watered at the sight of him.
"On your back." His voice was gentle but firm, the healer in him coming through even now, his hands guiding me to the center of the nest, arranging pillows beneath my hips to tilt me up toward him. "I want to see your face when I claim you. Want to watch you come apart."
He settled between my thighs, the head of his cock notching against my entrance, and paused, his hazel eyes finding mine with an intensity that made my heart stutter.
"I love you." The words were soft, reverent, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "I've loved you since the first moment I saw you, standing in that stable doorway, so fierce and scared and beautiful. I knew then. I knew you were mine."
"I love you too." Tears were pricking at my eyes again, emotion and desire tangling together in my chest until I couldn't breathe. "I love you, Nolan. Now please — please, I need—"
He pushed inside me slowly, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust to the new stretch. He was different from Reid — longer, more gradual in his thickness — and the sensation of being filled by him was exquisite, every nerve in my body lighting up as he sank deeper.
"God, you're tight." He groaned when he bottomed out, his hips flush against mine, his cock buried inside me to the root. "Even after taking Reid's knot, you're still so fucking tight. Squeezing me so good."
He started to move, long slow strokes that had me gasping, his body undulating above me in waves of pleasure. His hands found mine, lacing our fingers together, pinning my hands beside my head as he thrust into me with that same steady rhythm.
"That's it." His voice was low, hypnotic, his hazel eyes never leaving mine as he moved inside me. "Feel me, Aster. Feel how perfectly we fit together. Feel how good I can make you feel."
The pleasure built slowly, steadily, different from the urgent intensity with Reid.
This was deeper somehow, more all-encompassing, every stroke pushing me higher without quite tipping me over the edge.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, changing the angle, and we both moaned as he sank even deeper.
"Harder." I begged, squeezing his hands, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. "Please, Nolan, I need more."
His control finally broke. He released my hands, gripping my hips instead, and started thrusting in earnest, his cock driving into me with enough force to make the bed creak, to make my breasts bounce with each impact.
I could feel his knot growing, catching at my entrance with every stroke, stretching me wider and wider.
"Almost there." He panted, sweat beading on his brow, his muscles straining as he fought to hold back his own release. "Going to fill you up and bite you and make you mine."
"Yes." I was beyond words, beyond thought, nothing but sensation and need and the overwhelming stretch of his knot pressing against me. "Yes, yes, please, Nolan, please—"
He pushed forward one final time and the knot caught, stretched, burned — and then popped inside me with a rush of fullness that had me screaming. He was locked inside me now, tied to me just as Reid had been, his knot pulsing and throbbing against every sensitive spot inside me.
"Now." He leaned down, his mouth finding the unmarked side of my neck, the side opposite Reid's healing bite. "Going to mark you now. Going to make you mine forever."
His teeth sank into my flesh and the world exploded The orgasm rolled through me in waves, endless cresting peaks of pleasure that had me sobbing against his shoulder, my body clenching around his knot as he came inside me with a broken groan.
I could feel him filling me, pulse after pulse of wet heat, his teeth still locked in my flesh, his bond settling into my soul alongside Reid's.
When he finally released his bite, licking the wound the same way Reid had, I was floating, weightless, suspended between two bonds that hummed and sang in my chest like matched frequencies.
"Aster." Nolan's voice was thick with emotion, his forehead pressed to mine, his knot still locked inside me. "My beautiful girl. My perfect Omega."
"My Alpha." I traced the lines of his face, the sharp cheekbones, the gentle curve of his jaw. "My Nolan. Mine." I sank my teeth into him and gave a moan after pulling back.
We lay tangled together as his knot slowly softened, his hands stroking gentle patterns on my skin, his lips pressing featherlight kisses to my face, my hair, my healing bite marks. Two down. Two to go.
I could feel Kol and Sawyer waiting in the hallway, their scents thick with want, their bonds-to-be pulling at something inside me. But for now, I was content to float in the afterglow, wrapped in Nolan's arms, surrounded by the scent of pine and cedar and the beginning of forever.
Two marks on my skin. Two bonds in my soul.
And the night was just beginning.