Chapter 44 #2
He wipes away a tear from my eyes. “Me, too.”
Malaki turns me to our beta, who is sitting there gnawing at his lip.
When I try to crawl to Jamie, he attempts to redirect me to Lennon.
I give him a confused look before he smiles and kisses my forehead.
“Our bond won’t last forever, so I want to give it a chance to last as long as it possibly can before we have to redo it. ”
My heart skips, and I caress his face. “No matter when it happens, I will be waiting for it. The exact second it fades, I want your teeth back in me no matter where we are or who we’re with.”
He groans, relenting as he pulls me to him. He moves my hair from my neck, admiring Cyrus’s mark before fingering the spot below it in the crook. “Are you sure?” he asks with a note of shakiness.
“I am more sure than I have ever been,” I tell him. “I love you, Jamie Morrison.”
He groans and mouths, “I love you.” His lips go to that same spot he was eyeballing, his energy drumming faster than before.
He bites down, the feeling not as painful as the alphas but it still sends a shock of pleasure through my body.
He licks it clean, nuzzling his nose and scent marking me as he pulls back, his eyes flashing with deep emotion.
“I want to bite the same spot,” I say, and he extends his neck to me. The movement makes my stomach flip, and then my lips are there, biting down on his flesh until I can taste his crimson blood for myself.
The bite is deep and sends a rush of sweetness through me.
Like a gallivant through a colorful forest, a beautiful calm takes over me, with a spiciness so abating that I want to lie in the grass with Jamie forever and soak up all the sunrays in his soul.
Our bonds don’t just meet in the middle; they collide like they’ve waited eons for this, and some small part of me wonders if they have.
Jamie bites his lip, his eyes glossy. He kisses me and my soul starts anew. He moves slow, languid, because now we have all the time in the world and there’s no need to rush.
What the hell? I actually felt him think that through his emotions.
I pull back and laugh. “This is fucking crazy.”
He bites his lip, satiated and sexy. “It’ll be even crazier when you have all of us inside your head.”
I look over at Lennon, who wiggles his eyebrows at me. A laugh bursts out of me. “Oh god.”
“Come here, little vicious,” he says, “Let me infect your mind with my awesomeness.”
Despite the joking nature, butterflies erupt as Lennon takes me from Jamie’s lap, his hand strong and secure on my waist.
“Where do you—” I interrupt him as I point to the ball of my shoulder with a wicked gleam in my eye.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he laughs just before he bites me.
The feeling strikes right through me, and is probably the most painful one due to the lack of muscle in this location, but I welcome it completely.
He groans against my skin, his hands holding me tighter.
I feel a sliver of jolliness in my soul, just a taste, and it has me bringing Lennon’s arm to my teeth quickly, desperate to feel all of him.
There’s a diamond in the center, reflecting all of its light, shining over the walls in the recess of my mind.
The fragments of color and sparkle leave me breathless, stuck in awe as I watch it dance over the dark.
Then, behind it, there’s a dark plum and silver specks waiting to merge with me.
Ever so patient, ever so kind. My alpha’s inner being is a glorious picture, one that I never expected.
It shines bright despite everything life has thrown at it, and I am left basking in its beauty.
Lennon is whispering in my ear when I become aware. Over and over again, he tells me how much he loves me, how much he cherishes me.
“You’re perfect,” I tell him back, and he folds even further into the emotion he is feeling, letting it overtake him as he cries.
My men are so beautifully interwoven with their feelings that it makes me wonder what I did in a past life to deserve this.
To deserve being with these beautiful beings in this life.
“You are everything.” Lennon kisses me, his love pouring through the bond and into me with a definite crack.
I’m passed around once more, ending up in Remi’s lap. His cock is hard beneath me, and I try my best not to grind against him with all these feelings going through me.
“Last but certainly not least,” I joke.
Remi grins. “Story of my life.”
The easy jokiness falls slightly, as we both sit there and stare, begging the other person to make the first pounce. Once again, I find myself overwhelmed with emotion, this alpha pulling out every string of it with just a look and his soft touch.
“I was willing to wait for the rest of my life for you to come around. There is no one else in this world for me, no one,” he whispers, sweet syrup on his tongue. “I love you.”
My tears spill over. “I love you, too.”
Remi gently takes my arm and pulls my wrist to his lips.
He never breaks eye contact as his teeth sink into my skin, the feeling powerful despite the tenderness in his touch.
My clit pulses and I move against him, finally easing a little bit of the ache.
His eyes flutter closed as he pulls his teeth out and licks over the wound.
It feels like it has a direct line all the way to my core, and I distract myself by moving forward and solidifying my own bite in the crook of his neck.
There’s a quiet but bright presence as it moves alongside my equally reserved one.
His soul bleeds with romanticism, beckoning for more love to spread not only between us but outwards to everyone.
He watches them, takes care of them when Cyrus can’t.
That is what I feel as the bond clicks in; an unrelenting, powerful caretaker who wants nothing more than to hold his relationships close and water their roots.
It leaves me in tears, sobs wracking me as all of my beautiful bonds fall into place and I can finally see all of them in their purest light.
I never thought this would feel so profound, so otherworldly, but it zaps through me with so much power that all I can do is surrender and let it wash me away.
“I love you so much, baby,” Remi whispers, holding my shaking body to his.
“I love you.”
It may be the omega hormones coursing through my body, or it may be my persistent—or delusional—optimism, but I feel hope.
Hope that everything will be okay, hope that Cleo and I can find our way back to each other.
Hope that all of this happened for a reason, and that reason is to help us all heal.
Because nothing in this world is going to satisfy us if we’re not ready to heal our wounds, and I think I’m finally ready to let mine scab over so I can start anew.