Chapter 109
Chapter One-Hundred-Nine
Jay
Robin is as tight and wet and perfect as I expect her to feel.
I gaze down at her, and I know she’s already mine, before I’ve marked her, before I’ve come inside her.
These rituals are still important to our bond, but even if we never fucked, even if I never let my teeth sink into her throat, she would be my mate. That’s what it means to be fated.
She was made for me, for us.
We were put on this fucking planet to be together.
Nothing in the world could ever tear us apart.
She’s going to carry our children, and we’re going to have so many of them.
I stroke a hand over her flat stomach. It’s so smooth and soft.
It’s going to swell one day soon, and she’ll look as gorgeous as she does right now.
If I had a single wish, it would be for her to get pregnant tonight, after I’ve come inside her.
I don’t care if she has Harper’s baby, mine, or both.
I just want her to have our kids, and I don’t want to have to wait.
It took us so long to find her. So long to complete our pack.
Now we’re so close to that happily ever after that I just want it to be here already.
She wraps her legs around me, and I thrust into her hard and fast, saying a silent prayer that we’ll get everything we want so deeply as quickly as possible.
She cries out as she comes for me, one last time, before I lose it and come inside her.
We stay joined together for a few peaceful moments.
She holds me in as if she’s trying to make sure I’m the one who gets her pregnant.
When I pull out, I lean in and kiss her stomach.
Then, I bring my sharp fangs to her throat, and I give her my mark.
She moans softly before she returns the favor.
After that, I turn to Harper.
He gazes at me. “Are we really doing this?”
He sounds so vulnerable.
I know this is what he’s wanted forever.
If I’d known I was a Delta, if I’d known I could protect him from every damn threat no matter what, I never would have faltered. I would have done this from the start.
“Yes, Harper. We should have done this years ago. I’m sorry it took me this long.”
“It’s okay, you’re doing it now,” he murmurs, as I lean in and mark him.
My fangs are gone a second after it’s done, and my mark is there, imbedded in his skin for the rest of our lives. I offer my throat to him, and he gives me the mark I’ve been waiting for ever since we met.
Finally our bond is undeniable to the world, as it always should have been.