Chapter 45 #2
“It’s something that can happen during play like this,” he explained. “You can fall into what some people describe as a trance, or extreme comfort. It’s referred to as subspace. It’s meant to be very relaxing.”
I nodded my head. That’s definitely how it felt. “I feel… so relaxed.”
“Good,” he said. “That’s the point.”
I pressed in closer to him, scenting the warmth of his carmely scent.
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
His chuckle wasn’t audible, but I could feel it against his chest. “No need to thank me. If anything, I should thank you for trusting me.”
My face warmed. “I do trust you,” I said easily. “And I mean, we have the contract in place, so it’s my job to be-”
“What does that have to do with any of this?” he interrupted.
I paused, blinking at him. “Everything?” I said. “It’s the whole reason I’m here. Having your baby and then…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the final word.
Leaving.
Each time I considered it, it felt like a knife to the chest.
He looked confused. “Is that what you think this is? A surrogacy and then done?”
My heart pounded in my chest so hard I worried he would hear it. “Yes?” Though I didn’t sound very confident.
Suddenly, I was being flipped to my back, Marcus hovering over me.
“Let me make it clear,” he said.
A moan tore through me as he pressed forward and slid his massive cock inside without warning. My hands braced on his shoulders, digging into his skin.
“That contract was a formality to get you in the door.” He pulled all the way out before pressing in again slowly, stretching me inch by excruciating inch. “I don’t give a shit what it says. You’re ours. You’ve been ours since the Packtacular. It just took a bit of time to get you back.”
He continued fucking me at that slow pace, our bodies driven together in the perfect way. So at odds with his claiming words.
“I…” I didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know what I could say. Did everyone really feel that way? Even Joon.
“Don’t question it,” he said. “Don’t think about it too hard. It just is. You’re going to have our baby,” he punctuated my inclusion in that, “and we’re all going to live happily ever after, in our own twisted way.”
Tears began to cloud my vision. That’s what I wanted to hear the whole time. I wanted to be a part of this pack, needed them to be mine in the way I was theirs. And here Marcus was, offering it up as if it were a given all along.
As one fell down my face, Marcus leaned in and licked it up from my cheek. He then kissed his way back down, over my jaw, down my neck. His pace stayed the same, our bodies melding together in such a raw way it was almost too much.
“I love you,” I breathed quietly against him. “And I want to stay.”
When he pulled up to look at me, his gaze was almost triumphant.
“Then you will,” he said, as if it were as simple as that.
We kept going. Fucking in a way that felt like more. Like the beginning of something.
His hand reached down to circle my clit, dragging me closer to release. “My sweet little omega,” he murmured absently, adding pressure until I was chasing him with my hips. “All fucking mine.”
A whine tore from my throat as I leaned, bending to show him my neck.
He ran his nose up it. Only one thought crossed my mind.
Bite me.
Bite me.
Bite me.
“Do you have any idea how tempting you are?” he asked against my throat. “Practically begging me to sink my teeth in and really make you mine.”
“I am,” I whined. “I need to be yours, please.”
His growl shook something in my soul. “Oh final girl, I’ll make you mine. A better alpha might wait until you’re not drunk dazed on sex, but I’m not better, I’m much worse.”
He pushed into me to the knot before sinking his teeth into my neck.
My pupils blew wide, and my entire body seized as the connection formed between us. Marcus didn’t let go, as if making sure his mark stuck. He began pushing in, his intention to knot me clear.
He was big, so big for a few moments, I was sure his knot would never fully go in.
As he finally released my neck, he began licking me. “Don’t worry fuckdoll, it’ll fit perfectly. You were made to take me. Just relax.”
It was as if he read my mind. And to prove himself right, he thrusted one more time, and his knot locked us firmly in place.
My cunt tightened around him as my orgasm took hold, pulling me down to its depths. Every sense felt heightened as I clung to Marcus.
My mate.
My pack.
Marcus’ hips finally stuttered as he came, filling me deep inside.
As we finished, he sagged into the bed, shifting me with him to the side so he didn’t squish me.
I stared up at him in disbelief. We were bonded, mated for life. The thought was thrilling, yet also a bit nerve-racking. We hadn’t talked to everyone yet, much less Joon, who he was already bonded to. How would he take it?
Marcus shushed me, and I looked up at him. “I didn’t say anything.”
“No,” he agreed, “but you’re saying a lot here.” He poked me in the forehead. “Stop worrying. I know everyone else has still been acting under the guise of this contract, but no one intended to stick by it. Not even Joon.”
Though I wasn’t fully convinced, I tried to trust him. It was obvious this pack cared for each other, and they wouldn’t risk each other.
“I will say, I finally understand Cameo,” he said with a chuckle.
“How’s that?” I asked.
His hand reached down, rubbing against my belly. “The idea I could have already got my omega pregnant has me fucking dizzy.”
I bit into my lip. That was a possibility. One that I was now a part of.
I leaned into Marcus once more. “I love you.”
He kissed my forehead. “I love you too, final girl.”