Chapter 35 Sofia
Sofia
Elijah shoves me up against the door of the lighthouse, kissing me passionately.
I don’t even care if he fucks me out here for everyone to see, but the door opens, and he catches me in his arms, holding me upright, walking me inside, one hand groping my ass in a way that has me whimpering into his mouth.
I’m going up in flames and happy to do so.
“I want you,” he says in a raw voice.
“Lucky for you, I’m already yours.” I bite his lower lip and let out a shriek when he pulls free and lifts me up.
I barely have a chance to think before he’s falling on the couch. I put my arm around his neck and drag my body up even closer to his.
He lets out this groan and grabs at my top, pulling on it, but that would require us to stop kissing.
“Off,” he growls, completely unhinged.
I lean back, breaking our kiss, and lift it, but just before I can flick it away, Mack twists the material around my wrists, holding them above my head.
I gasp, arching my back and rolling my hips.
Devon appears, naked, with a pair of scissors in his hands. “Just hold still.”
He drags the cold metal down in between my breasts and cuts my bra off, piece by piece.
I shiver as the only sound in the room is the scissors and our breathing.
The cold sends chills over my skin, and I break out in goosebumps.
Then he starts on my shorts. But by the time I’m naked, I’m trembling and barely able to think clearly.
Elijah puts his hands on my thighs and strokes up until he gets to my hips. He leans forward. “My pants are soaked, Omega.”
“You love it,” I say back.
His pupils expand, and he leans forward, only to growl when I’m pulled backwards. Mack uses my hands to spin me around and then kicks my legs apart. I only just keep my balance when Devon drops in front of me, lifts a leg over his shoulder and buries his face in my pussy.
“Alpha!”
Elijah bounces up, and three massive fingers press into me from behind. He thrusts them in and out and then curls them until I’m almost sobbing with the dual pleasure. Devon sucks and nibbles at my clit, causing my body to jerk and twitch.
“Oh, god!”
Mack trails a finger slowly down my chest and circles my nipple. I arch into him, silently pleading.
“Stop holding in those sounds,” Mack growls. “Use your words.”
“Can’t. Words. Gone.” I pant and let out a gasp when he grabs my nipple and twists it. “I like this, so good, please,” my voice breaks.
“Good, Omega, tell me more.”
“His fingers, so long, Devon’s mouth is so hot. Oh, god, do that again!” I mewl.
I arch my back, flexing my body as I clench around Elijah’s fingers. I can’t stop what’s coming, but he pulls out and stands up, pushing me forward. Mack catches me as Elijah rubs the head of his cock through my slick and then buries himself in me in one thrust.
I tilt my head back and scream. My body clenches and locks up around him.
“Please!” I pant, grunting as I collapse.
Mack strokes my back, letting out soothing sounds as Elijah hammers into me. Devon moves away, licking his lips.
I’m spun, and now my knees are on the couch, my face pressed against the material, and Elijah is slowly pulling out and smoothly pushing all the way in. I think I might die, it feels so good. The anticipation of what’s coming only makes it hotter.
“Oh, you feel so good, so perfect. I’m never going to be done with you,” Elijah murmurs and nuzzles my shoulder.
He grips the spot he nuzzles with his hand and drags himself up, pushing in deeper than he has before. I whimper and reach up, holding his fingers to me.
It’s like he’s trying to make it last forever, but he can’t. I want him too much; he makes me feel too good.
“I love you, Elijah.”
He stills and then withdraws before plunging in. His knot just teases the edges of my pussy, and that is enough to send me over the edge again.
Elijah sinks his teeth into my neck. I squeal, my orgasm getting even stronger, rolling through me as I twist and catch his shoulder, biting deep. Blood fills my mouth, instinct twists and drives my hips back, milking his cock.
The bond surges through me like hot water. It’s smooth and effortless, and when it cools, I feel like our bond is the shallow, crystal clear waters of the cove. I can feel him, how good he is, how much he cares about me, Elijah laid out bare and completely mine.
I tear up, struggling with my feelings as he murmurs nonsense words over and over. He pulls out of me, and I sit up, turn, and throw myself into his arms.
“It’s okay, I’m here now. You’ll never have to miss me again,” he whispers into my hair. “I promise.”
He holds me for a long time, and then I’m passed to Mack. He sits with me on his lap, just holding me. Mack never pushes, never tries to get me to do anything before I’m ready. But his scent is there, teasing me back, and I hunger for the rest of those bonds.
“Mack,” I purr. “I want your bond.”
“Do you?”
I narrow my eyes at him and duck down, kissing my way across his chest. When he still just sits there smiling, I growl at him.
“Tell me what you want,” he breathes.
“I want you to fuck me and give me my bonds.”
He sits up, nipping my chin. “No. If you want them, take them.”
I glare at him and shift my weight, unsure what to do. He lifts his throat.
I growl and lunge, sucking on the spot, while I shift my hips and sink down onto his hard cock.
“Oh, that’s it. Take what you need from me.”
I scrape my teeth over the spot and then start riding him. It takes a moment to find a rhythm that works, but once I have it, I put my hands on his shoulders, lean in, and kiss him while I fuck my alpha.
He groans and rolls his hips, thrusting up into me. Mack runs his hands up my chest and grips my breasts, kneading them.
“You’re doing really well, Omega, just need a few more words.”
I tear my mouth from his and snarl. “No more words.”
“Mm, speak to me. Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels good. Full. I want your knot.”
He laughs and seizes my jaw, dragging me down and kissing me so passionately that my head spins.
“My turn,” he growls and grabs my hips, urging me into a faster pace.
He makes eye contact with me and doesn’t look away.
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he pushes up into me, stretching me wide.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs.
The possessiveness in his voice has me melting inside.
He leans forward and bites my breast as he shoves up into me, knotting me.
My scent explodes into the room; my body becomes a circuit of pleasure I can’t escape from.
My mind turns white, and all I can see are his eyes.
Dark, pleasure-filled eyes as he growls, then pulls me down to his neck. I bite instinctively.
He grunts.
The sturdy coast opens up in me. Solid and changeable but always there. The bond is cool and heavy, sitting in my chest with Elijah’s. He’s so happy. I don’t think I’ve ever really understood someone else’s happiness before, but I revel in it. Kissing him over and over.
“You’re mine,” I say back to him.
“I’ve always been yours,” he says and kisses me lightly.
I rest my forehead on his. We stay like that until his knot goes down, and I am able to pull myself free. If it were just him and I, I’d have stayed there.
I turn, searching the room and find him leaning against the kitchen bench. We never even turned the lights on. But in the dark, he looks like a hunting shark.
“Devon.”
“Rebel.”
I lift my head and pace towards him, refusing to cover up.
His eyes slide down my body appreciatively and back up. “You are glorious.”
“I’m waiting for you.”
He smiles and lifts a cup of water and drinks it.
I snarl and circle around the table until I’m standing before him. “Your bond, Alpha?”
He lunges suddenly, capturing me and dragging me up against his body. “You’re getting it.”
I melt in his arms as he picks me up and puts me on the table, dragging me to the edge where he shoves into me. Everything with Devon is unpredictable. His passion can be playful or aggressive but always intense.
I whine at the fullness, but the ache and stretch feel so good.
“Don’t be good to me, Alpha. Just claim me.”
Devon hisses. “I love that you think you’re in charge.”
“I know I am.”
He pulls out and slams into me. I think I would go sliding across the table if he didn’t have me pinned there. I pant and groan, tossing my head, my eyes wide as his cock hits spots inside me that light up.
“More.”
“What did I just tell you?” Devon growls with a taunting smile. He grabs my thighs, lifting them up and leaning into them. I feel more open and exposed than I ever have, but he doesn’t leave me hanging; he slams into me, drags that massive cock out, and slams into me again.
Over and over.
I lose track of everything. There is just him and the pleasure that he is delivering. I don’t know how many times I come, but I’m sobbing for breath, and he’s got a sheen of sweat over his body.
I arch up, but I can’t move.
He pushes his knot in suddenly, and I scream. The world goes black, and there’s a ringing like bells of happiness inside me. I know I’m screaming, and my body is rigid, but it’s all so far away.
I can taste blood in my mouth, and there’s a searing pain on my breast, and then the fast, deep currents of the ocean fill up the space inside me. Devon’s possessive and tender love, so fierce and determined, is a thing of wonder. He loves me so completely.
I had no idea.
I stroke his back, panting and kissing his neck.
“Devon, I didn’t know.”
“Neither did I.”
He carefully lets my legs go and then lifts me up. I shudder as he lifts me off his knot.
They take me to the shower and take turns washing me and each other. They tend my bonds with obsessive meticulousness, making sure they are clean. I try to do the same, but they just laugh and kiss me until I forget.
“We need to head back; it’s almost sunset,” Elijah says.
I step back, trying to get my head to clear, but I’m just so happy.
“Welcome to Pack Hart,” Mack says.
“Welcome home.” Devon kisses my forehead. “Now, go get dressed so we can go and celebrate Valentine's Day in Sunshine style.”
“But my clothes?”
Elijah leads us into the bedroom and into the walk-in closet, where I find a massive collection of clothes.
“You got me these?”
I pause, looking at another section of the walk-in closet where I see a whole heap of dog clothes, leads, and harnesses.
My chest tightens, and I clench my hand against my chest. They are amazing. I love them. The feeling bounces back, and I gasp, my knees weakening, but Devon is there, grabbing me and holding me up.
I turn in his arms, sobbing. He holds me tight.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m happy. I’m just so happy.”