Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
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“You’ve been so patient, Alpha,” Harper says, as Owen climbs off her and she rolls towards me on the bed.
I reach out and glide my thumb over the two fresh bite marks on her neck. They turn me on. A sign she belongs to us. Our pack.
“I’ve waited a very long time to make you ours, Harper,” I tell her honestly, “I can wait several more minutes.”
“You don’t have to,” she says, sliding up to me, hooking her leg over my waist and thrusting her hips forward. “I want you now.”
I take ahold of her hips and thrust my cock into her pussy.
She moans, back arching. She smells so good, that peachy fragrance combined with the moss and pine scent of Owen and Daxton and then the faintest hint of her pregnancy.
I brush my hand over her ever-so-slightly rounded belly.
I still can’t believe this is happening. That we are going to be together. That we have made a new life – one we’re going to bring into the world and raise as a family.
It’s hard to believe we could be so lucky.
I nuzzle my face against her throat as I fuck her slowly, inhaling that scent of hers right down to the bottom of my lungs, drowning in the smell of her.
“You’re so good,” I murmur, “everything about you is so good.”
“Same,” she mutters, gripping my ass cheeks in her hands and dragging me deeper inside, rotating her hips and moaning as I hit all her sensitive places.
“And so needy, so very very needy,” I purr against her throat.
“For my alphas, always,” she mutters, tilting back her head and elongating her throat, letting me drag my teeth up and down the delicate skin. Paper-thin, soft, beautiful. I can see the network of blood vessels threaded beneath her flesh – the colors every shade of the rainbow – greens and blues and reds. Against my chest I can feel her heart, strong and vibrant, pumping blood through her body and when I press my lips against her throat, I feel her heartbeat there too.
I can see her heart in my mind’s eye. Beautiful. I’ve seen a hell of a lot of hearts and yet I know Harper Hall’s would be the most beautiful of all.
Does she feel my heart too? Does she feel how it beats in time with hers? How it mimics her rhythm. How it always will now. Does she know that if she opened up my chest, she’d find her name carved there, deep in the muscle? She’s branded me. And now I will brand her in turn.
She moans beneath me, her nails sinking deep into my flesh, I grind into her with more force and more power. Her eyes drift shut, her eyelids flutter, her core tightens and her mouth falls open on a sigh, color rushing over her skin.
She’s so damn stunning when she comes and I’m done waiting.
I sink my teeth into her neck, cutting through flesh like a scalpel. I taste blood and matter, that peachy scent and it’s so erotic, I come too, my orgasm more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced before – raw, powerful, base.
I paint her cunt with my seed, my knot expanding and locking into her pussy entrance. She moans some more, writhing under me, clinging to me as if the ecstasy is too much, and a strange sensation ignites in the center of my gut. Like a key turning, a lock setting, a bond sliding into place.
“You’re ours now,” I murmur, my teeth still in her throat. “Forever.”