32. Lainey
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t have heard you correctly. Did you just ask me to…”
He trails off, making me grin. “To bond me? Yes.”
He looks around. “It’s snowing.”
I shrug. “I run hot.”
“We’re outside.”
“We have a car. And it has leather seats. Easy clean up.”
He chuckles, but it’s a disbelieving sort of sound. I think I broke my alpha. “Are you sure? I mean you’re dealing with a lot right now and the last thing I want is for you to regret our bond.”
I scoff, cupping his cheeks in my hands.
I see why they’re always doing this to me.
It’s intimate and sweet and everything we need in this moment.
“I could never regret bonding you, Wyatt Hanna. I know I haven’t said it out loud, but I love you.
I think I’ve felt it for a while, but when you grow up without any good role models for healthy relationships, it’s kinda hard to recognize the feeling for what it is. ”
His face breaks out into a beaming smile and he nudges his nose against mine.
“I love you too, honey.” Warm hands cradle my bump just as the twins engage in a wrestling match, moving my whole belly.
He chuckles again. “I love you both, too.” I relish in my alpha’s reverent touch, soaking in every second.
On the harder days, when my back hurts and my body feels not my own or I haven’t slept well in days, I think this is the last time I’ll want to be pregnant.
But then one of the guys will do or say something that sends my hormones into overdrive and makes me think I can do this a few more times.
For now, I just have to focus on making sure these babies arrive safe and healthy.
“Soo,” I sing. “About that bonding…”
An embarrassing squeal ekes out when I’m hoisted into the air and then Wyatt moves, carrying me to the car. My belly is so prominent they can only carry my bridal style now, but I’ve learned not to complain. In fact, being treated like a princess might even be growing on me.
The temperature has dropped again in the time we’ve been outside but I didn’t notice the cold until now.
My teeth chatter as Wyatt struggles to unlock the car doors and when he finally does, I dive into the backseat and bury myself under the blanket.
Wyatt’s nose is bright red, that gap between his front teeth letting out a stream of fogged breath as he hisses.
“Gonna grab our stuff now because I don’t plan on either of us being decent enough to leave this car again until we get home. ”
A flood of slick soaks my panties, permeating the air with my scent.
It’s been extra intense the last couple of weeks, but I’ve also been noticing hints of the guys scents melding with mine even when we aren’t together.
With the increased pregnancy hormones, it has my system constantly on edge and raring to go.
“Holy hell it got cold fast.” Wyatt crashes into the backseat next to me, rubbing his hands together and blowing on them to warm them up.
The veins in his hands are pronounced from carrying everything back to the SUV in one trip, and my teeth dig into my bottom lip as more slick leaks into my panties.
My leggings are probably already soaked through, but I can’t find it in me to care.
Wyatt’s nose and cheeks are flushed pink from the cold, his scent slightly subdued until he sees the hungry look in my eyes.
“I can think of a way to warm you up,” I purr, tracing one finger down his jacket clad chest. His pupils blow wide as he scrambles to strip the item off, leaving him in a dark green long sleeved tee that makes his blond hair seem brighter than it is.
Unlike Wyatt I chose not to wear layers, so when I strip off my hoodie my entire upper body is bared to the cool night air.
The scent of rich hot chocolate fills the small space and makes me feel like I’m sitting in front of a fire sipping the sweet drink.
I probably won’t get to taste Wyatt now, but I plan to when we get home. “It shouldn’t be possible,” he mutters under his breath.
“What shouldn’t?” I ask curiously.
His cheeks blush hotter, the color trailing from his cheeks down to his neck and collarbones that just peek out from the collar of his tee.
“For you to get hotter. I swear, you being pregnant is doing insane shit to my instincts. My alpha wants me to say stuff that would probably get me locked up, and I have no idea how to handle it.”
Consider my curiosity piqued. “What kind of stuff?”
Wyatt clears his throat, but it’s like my question unlocked something he has been keeping behind bars.
He dives forward, latching his lips around my nipple and sucking in deep pulls that have me crying out.
My back arches into his touch, especially when his other hand reaches down to tear my leggings and panties clean off. “Oh my god, Wyatt!”
He growls into my chest, circling my nipple with his tongue.
When he pulls back a string of silver connects from the stiff peak to his bottom lip until he licks it away with a groan.
“Every time I’m around you, my alpha wants me to strip you bare, toss you in your nest, and handcuff you to the nearest immobile surface so you can never leave us.
You’re already pregnant, but he is adamant that we need to take every opportunity possible to fill you up with our cum until you’re bred and so covered in our scent there won’t be a single doubt who you belong to. ”
My breathing hitches, chest rising and falling in quick pants as slick pools on the seat below me. I’m entirely naked while Wyatt sits next to me almost fully clothed. “I need all of that, but first I need your clothes off,” I whine, pawing at his belt.
He growls, tearing his shirt in his haste to strip it off.
The belt follows, clinking when he shoves it, and his jeans, to the floorboard.
His cock immediately springs free, hard, thick, and leaking at the tip.
I want to make a quip about him pulling a Lucky and going commando, but my hindbrain is fully in charge at the moment.
“How do we do this?” The question is embarrassingly breathless for multiple reasons, but it only seems to spur him on.
Wyatt’s hands grip my hips and pull, situating me in his lap so my back meets his chest. It’s the same position we were in against the tree, only this time there’s nothing between us except for his heavy erection that’s snug between my folds. “Okay?” He asks in a voice thick with desire.
I nod, a whimper slipping out when he aligns his tip with my entrance.
He’s hot and heavy against my sensitive skin, and the slick glide of his precum on my clit sends shivers down my spine.
My bonds with Lawson and Rhys are alight with amusement and arousal, but I push them out to focus on Wyatt.
Soon enough he’ll join the bond and he’ll have to deal with their nonsense, too.
He slaps his tip against my clit again making me moan. “ Please , Wy.”
“Please, what? What does my honey need?” The words are somewhere between a purr and a snarl, and it sends a pulse straight to my clit.
“I need you to do what your alpha promised. Fuck me full until all I can smell is you.”
He doesn’t need any more encouragement. Wyatt sheathes himself inside me in one hard thrust, our matching groans so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if someone walking nearby stopped to check on us.
“You take my cock so well, Lainey. Gonna fill you up, lock you on my knot, and bite you so you can never get away.” Each point is punctuated with a roll of his hips that hit my clit at the perfect angle to drive me wild.
There isn’t enough room in the SUV to bounce like I want, so I settle for grinding my hips opposite his and luxuriate in the deep moan that vibrates from his chest to my back.
“Such a good omega.” He coos, bringing his hands around to play with my tits.
My body jolts when he pinches both of my nipples at once. “I’m so close,” I moan. It’s ridiculous how fast my alphas can get me to the edge, but I want to come with Wyatt. “Want your cum, alpha. Need you to fill me up.”
Wyatt snarls, one hand dropping to my clit to work it in tight circles as his cock hits a spot that scatters stars across my vision.
“Come for me, honey. Come on your alpha’s knot.
” And with that he thrusts hard once, his knot slipping past the ring of muscles at my entrance and locking us together as his cum floods my cervix.
It sets off my own orgasm and I cry out, reaching behind me to grasp his hair for something to keep me tethered to earth.
A pinch of pain pierces my jaw and then Wyatt slips into the bond alongside Rhys and Lawson like a glass of cool water after days wandering the desert. His soul bolsters mine, settling something imperative inside me and the sheer relief feels like years of tension unwinding from my chest.
Grasping his left arm, I sink my teeth into his bicep in response, feeling our connection solidify and settle somewhere deep in my chest. Law and Rhys are right there to welcome Wyatt and feeling them interact through me brings tears to my eyes.
Soon enough we’ll need to clean up and go home to tell the rest of the pack what happened with my mom, ( Laura. I need to stop calling that woman Mom), but for now, I’m planning to soak up as much time with my new bonded alpha as I can.
And maybe another orgasm, too.