43. Kenny
Kenny
M ine.
All mine.
Ecstasy. Adoration. I roll around in that feeling, letting it soak into me as my mates move in me. On me, filling me. I’m covered, every inch of me soaked in their scents, and I want more with a desperation that never ends.
It’s too much, and never enough.
A hand holds my head steady. “Water, baby.”
I try to bat it away. I don’t want water . My hands grip Theo’s shoulders, pulling him closer. When he doesn’t move, I whine, trying to push myself into him.
“Water.” His voice lowers, rumbling in a way that runs directly through my body, sending a little zing directly to my clit. “And you can have what you want. Whatever you want. Open your mouth, baby.”
I tip my chin up obediently, and swallow. For a second.
And then I lunge. Water spills everywhere, the bottle flying out of Theo’s hands as I tackle him back, rubbing my face into his chest. My teeth scrape over his nipple. “Knot. Please .”
Straddling his hips, I rub myself over him in increasing desperation. His hands grip my hips, and I wrap my hands around his fingers as I rock, squeezing.
The rough, abrasive pads of his fingers skate over my breasts, gently rubbing before he drops down, watching my face as he plucks and pinches at my clit in little tugs.
It’s… almost too much. Almost. Just on the edge. And I’m starting to feel… tired.
My hips still pump as I lean forward. Theo comes up to meet me, pushing my hair back and kissing me with the same hand as he shifts us until I can sink down onto him.
Slowly, I rock. Small, rippling movements to help ease the lingering ache in my abdomen as Theo coaxes me down to lay across his chest. He bends his knees, planting his feet on the floor and flexing his hips as I start to run out of energy.
“Kenny.” Small kisses on my forehead. “Baby. Please.”
I lift my head. Theo stares at me, his eyes dark and almost… desperate. “ Please .”
Yes.
Carefully, he sits up. I moan into his heated skin as he runs fingers through my hair, brushing it back and stroking over an empty space in my skin.
His space.
The final space.
“ Bite ,” I whisper. “ Please .”
His teeth barely graze, lightly teasing, until I push closer. Beneath me, his now familiar knot swells, my body relaxing as it pushes in. And as his release hits, filling me and sending me flying over that ledge, his teeth sink into my neck with a final, perfect bitemark.
Four mates.
Four marks.
And I can feel them. As if the thread I once felt, locked alone in the dark, is strong and bright inside my chest with a direct line to them.
I can feel how much they love me. Theo’s lips press against my hot face, dotting it. “Perfect. So perfect.”
I could feel it even without the bond. As my heat-soaked skin grows cool and trembling, as Jake lifts me, placing me down on clean blankets and Max curls himself around me. As Oscar’s lips touch my hair with murmured praise, and Theo carefully cleans me up with one of the endless supply of cloths they have on hand.
As I fall asleep, surrounded by them in my nest, my heat breaking.
There are no nightmares.
Only endless possibilities.