Chapter 68 #3
Wren Murphy is just as much the love of my life whether we’re here, or tangled in my bed on a sleepy Sunday morning, or maybe one day in our future having the opportunity to spend days hand in hand on a sun-kissed beach somewhere tropical and warm.
“You’re certain?” My voice is husky with desire and longing and the ache to be bonded forever.
“More than anything.” Wren catches her plump bottom lip between her teeth, nuzzling my hand so that I cup her jaw.
“Can I say something first? You’re going to feel it through the bond anyway, so I wanted to actually say the words out loud.” I search her eyes, heart about to leap straight out of my chest.
She nods gently.
“I’ve never said this to anyone before…”
Wren’s lips curve ever so slightly. Her eyes glimmer at me like sparkling jewels. I’m free-falling and the world has tipped on its axis.
As I lean forward, I place a soft, reverential kiss against her neck. Her peach and jasmine fragrance swirls through my senses, encouraging me to rest my lips there for a brief moment. It’s pure joy to inhale her scent and feel the way her pulse delicately flutters.
“I love you, sweetheart.” I breathe the words against her skin and Wren’s scent blooms. My teeth are in her neck before I can even stop and reconsider.
The very second I pinch her flesh and break the skin, I feel everything.
A surge of emotion, elation, a jolt of electricity pouring through.
Undeniably Wren, and the most precious moment I’ll ever have the honor to experience in my life.
“I love you,” Wren whispers, clutching the back of my head, holding me in place. Her grip keeps me pressed firmly against her neck as that connection between us locks into place, and I can’t stop kissing my bond mark.
Love.
Potent, unfiltered, undeniable.
All that unease I’d been feeling melts away. I can tell just how nervous Wren had been with not truly knowing my heart or my mind.
“Sweetheart, you’ve got me. Always. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” I murmur and run my tongue over the reddened patch of skin.
“I can feel…” She gasps and drags my mouth to meet hers, peppering me with soft kisses. “I feel all of it. Oh my god.”
I use my thumbs to swipe at the wetness forming on her cheeks and we stay like that. Holding each other, drinking in the unique sensation of being able to read each other’s emotions without words.
“It’s beautiful,” Wren exhales. “Thank you for being so wonderful.”
That makes me chuckle. “You’re thanking me? It’s the other way around, baby. My perfect, sweet Omega.”
This time, I don’t have to rely on her scent to know just how much she likes being praised. The flutter of joy and affection swoops through our bond faster than a hummingbird.
I’ve officially lost track of time, with all my focus being on her and our bonding process.
It seems as if it’s only been a few minutes, but we’re jolted back to reality all too fast. After getting lost in each other, it’s been easy to forget our surroundings.
I’ve barely registered that the game has finished and the fans have started to empty out of the stadium.
A key swipes at the access panel from outside, the handle turning with a thunk that makes us both startle.
My hands immediately find Wren’s back, cradling her to me when an all-new sensation strikes. A surge of concern flies over me, coming from her. It’s all so unfamiliar, this process of feeling each other’s emotions so swiftly and entirely unfiltered.
Right now, I’m hit with a wave of her raw fear and all I can do is hold her tight and smooth my palms up and down her spine in an effort to soothe that worry.
God, she really has been living in terror of being discovered.
My primary concern is to soothe my girl, but I’m also wondering if it’ll become easier to shield what transfers down our bond a little more with time and practice.
I pour everything I’ve got into silently reassuring her, since there are only two other trusted people who have authorized access to this room.
Ace walks in, slipping the key card into his pocket and immediately pauses to take in the sight of the two of us.
As the door softly clicks at his back, burning hazel eyes lock on the reddened spot on the side of Wren’s neck, right above her pulse point.
She reaches for the site of our bond absently with a light press of her fingertips, and I feel everything.
Her deep, blossoming connection with Ace.
Her brief flicker of concern that she didn’t talk things through with him first.
Her sense of pride in what we share and a flicker of hopefulness that he’ll one day want the same thing.
It’s a rush like I’ve never known to share this level of intimacy with anyone, and I’m more relieved than ever that I’ve been lucky enough to have this moment with Wren.
“You’ve been busy, Brennan,” he deadpans. Except there’s no malice there, just a twitch playing at the corner of his mouth.
“How’s the body feeling?” I give a dip of my chin in reply. Grateful that he’s looking relatively unscathed after the match. I’m not sure Wren would have coped with seeing him hurt again, now that I know how much she worries and cares.
“Sore.” He runs a tattooed hand over his damp hair as he closes the distance between us. “Renfro’s on the media pit.”
I feel a tiny thrum of pleasure down our bond at the mention of his name. Wren’s feelings for him are clear, and at the realization she’ll be able to sense my own… attraction… I hastily clear my throat.
“You were amazing out there. Like you always are.” Wren smiles and tilts her face to look at him.
There’s still a hesitancy between them, the kind of fluttering uncertainty reserved for first dates and stolen glances.
Even after all the ways we’ve committed to forming a pack, I can feel her holding back from what she truly wants to do right now, which is to rush to his arms.
“You watched?” he teases gently. One eyebrow raised as he looks between the two of us, before pointedly landing on the bond mark.
“Of course I did,” Wren huffs playfully in return.
“That would be my fault for distracting our girl.” I twirl a strand of silky golden hair around my finger. I’m unsure if I need to offer some sort of rational excuse as to why the hell I just bonded our girl in the middle of a rugby match, but it seems as if he reads my mind effortlessly.
“No explanation needed.” Ace steps in close, then ever so gently hooks a forefinger beneath her chin. “Looks good, peaches.” His voice is soft, reverential as he admires our bond.
A bubbling, euphoric wash of emotion floods into me as Wren soaks up the compliment from her Alpha. All that giddy, floaty energy is immediately chased by what I can only assume is steely determination to even the score.
She slips off my lap and kneels between my thighs, facing Ace.
“I’ll always watch you,” Wren hums. There’s a seductive edge to her voice, a thrilling tremble in our bond.
I’m quick to feed her a wave of pride and desire for whatever she chooses to give.
She can be soft and need protecting, while also exploring the side of herself that wants to be bold and in control.
“Is that so?” His voice dips, low and gravelly as he watches her hands seek out his belt buckle.
Wren swallows down the nerves. Nods. “Always. My eyes always find you. I can’t stop looking, even when I know I have to try not to be so obvious about it.”
“That makes us quite the pair, then, peaches,” Ace rasps.
I quietly scoop her hair back, watching transfixed as her nimble fingers work open his dress slacks.
His cock presses forward insistently, trapped inside his boxer briefs.
With a small hum of satisfaction, more fleeting nerves about initiating where he’s concerned, she leans forward and presses her mouth over the bulging outline straining against the cotton.
He lets out a hiss through gritted teeth, gaze entirely consumed by the sight of her mouthing at his cock through the soft fabric.
There’s no restraining myself, I push everything down the bond, reassuring her how gorgeous she looks, how fucking sexy this is, and letting her know just how much she’s the cause of insistent need throbbing in my dick.
That brings a surge of confidence to her actions.
Where things started slow, Wren now morphs into an Omega on a mission.
She drags down the waistband of his briefs and wraps her fist around him.
I’m fucking aching, leaking while still trapped inside my pants, as I watch her plush lips wrap around his glistening tip.
Our girl is a vision. Her rampant desire floods into me with every second she takes him deeper.
If I didn’t already know transference between partners was a thing from seeing both her and Ace with Connor, right here, right now, witnessing her dip forward and give one hell of a blow job would be enough for me to know for certain.
My mouth waters, imagining how it would feel if Connor were here and I could take care of him the same way.
Fucking hell. My cock jerks, and I have to stifle an agonized sound.
Wren must feel whatever rampant, wild torrent of need I just unleashed, because she laps and slurps at Ace while moaning around him.
He’s absolutely fucking lost to how good it must feel, one hand lifting the hem of his dress shirt out of the way, the other firmly wrapped around his knot.
There’s a sheen of saliva over his knuckles from where her mouth has bumped against his grip, to match the sloppy wetness coating his fat, veiny cock.
“Fuck, peaches,” he grunts, hips subtly chasing her tongue. “That’s it. So pretty with your lips wrapped around me. Isn’t our little Omega perfect?”