Chapter Forty-Five #2
She holds my gaze for a moment then sighs. She pulls Aubrey against her side, tucking the blanket around him, pressing her mouth to his hair. “You're both insufferable.”
“And you’d better get used to it,” I say.
Espie looks up at me from the center of the nest, her eyes glassy and dark, pupils blown wide.
The flush on her cheeks has spilled down her throat and across the tops of her breasts.
The fresh bite marks from Lex and Ezra are still raised, angry red and shining with saliva.
My cock is already hard and aching just looking at her.
“Alpha,” she breathes, reaching for me with both hands.
I come down over her and she meets me halfway, pulling me into a kiss before I’ve even settled. Her mouth is hot and open, tasting like nectarine and heat and the raw, sweet flavor of her arousal. She kisses me like she’s starving for it, tongue sliding against mine with no hesitation.
My hands find her hips and I drag her up into my lap. Lex shifts aside without a word, giving us space, his knot still glistening where it had been buried inside her. Espie wraps her legs around my waist, lines us up, and sinks down onto my cock in one slow, trembling drop.
I feel every inch of her as she takes me. Hot, unbelievably wet, fluttering around me. A shaky exhale leaves her as she bottoms out, her pussy clenching tight around the base of my cock.
“I love you,” she whispers against my mouth. “All of you. I love this pack.” Her hands come up to cradle my face, thumbs stroking over my cheekbones. “I love you, Kev Dawson.”
I slide one hand up her back and hold her close, rocking up into her gently.
“I’ve loved you before I even met you, my omega.”
“That’s not possible.” Her forehead rests against mine as she rocks her hips in slow, grinding circles, taking me deeper.
“It’s entirely possible because it’s true,” I thrust into her, my knot nudging her entrance. She shivers as it slips inside her and inflates, locking us together
“Bond with me,” she whispers. “Please. Kev… I want it. I want you.”
“There’s nothing I’d love more.” I find the swollen gland at the side of her throat. My lips brush over it once, soft, and she tips her head back with a quiet moan, offering herself completely. I open my mouth and bite down. The second my teeth sink into her skin, her essence floods me.
I feel her—every hidden corner, every scar.
It all surges into me at once, overwhelming and beautiful and heartbreaking.
Before the rush even settles, Espie leans in and bites me back.
The bond snaps into place and I nearly groan out loud.
She’s inside me now, warm and bright and alive, wrapping around every part of me.
I feel how much she loves me, how scared she still is that this could be taken away, how desperately she wants to belong.
She starts to cry, soft sobs that shake her whole body. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other strokes slowly down her spine. My cock stays buried deep inside her, throbbing in time with the new bond.
She’s gripping my shoulders like she’s afraid I’ll disappear, face pressed into my neck, tears sliding down my skin. I just hold her, breathing her in, feeling everything she’s giving me.
When the sobs finally ease, she stays tucked against me, breathing shaky. Her hips rock once, slow and instinctive, and I feel her clench around me.
With her eyes closed and her forehead tucked under my jaw. “Thank you, Alpha…”
Ezra
Time has gone soft. Sera is lying with her head in my lap, my hand moving through her curls, and she is looking up at me with dark eyes and the half-smile she gives when she is too tired to keep the guard up.
“You're staring,” she says.
“Occupational habit.” A beat. “You're still here.”
She is quiet for a moment. “I'm not going anywhere, Ez.”
“I know.” I am not sure how long we have been here.
The fairy lights are still on. The plants give off their night smell — the tomato vines sharp and green, the climbing rose sweeter now the temperature has dropped.
Aubrey slept and woke and slept again and is awake now, lying on his side with Kev's hand on his hip, watching the rest of us with those pale eyes that see everything.
Espie is boneless against Kev's chest, her face slack, her breath even.
Sera is here. That is still the fact I keep returning to. She’s in our nest, under our lights, with our bonds fresh on her skin.
“How's your hand?” I ask.
“Numb.”
“Tell me if it starts to hurt and I’ll apply another nerve block.” I leave it there. She knows I'll notice before she has to say anything.
“You’ll be the first to know.” Her right hand slides up to wrap around my wrist, thumb stroking the sensitive skin there. “Ezra. Stop hovering.”
“I’m not hovering,” I answer, though my voice has gone rough. “I’m doing medical surveillance.”
She makes that soft sound again—half laugh, half exhale—and then she moves. She pushes herself up, hair tumbling loose around her shoulders, and the sight of her bare skin in the low fairy lights makes my cock twitch hard against my thigh.
“You’re hovering,” she murmurs, eyes dark, “but… I don’t mind.”
She pulls me down with both hands and when her mouth opens under mine, I groan, deep and helpless.
The kiss turns hungry fast. She tastes like blood orange and basil and something sweeter that’s only hers.
I slide my hands down her back, gripping her ass as she crawls fully into my lap.
Her knees settle on either side of my hips and she reaches between us, wraps her fingers around my cock, and rubs the head through her slick folds.
“Fuck, Sera,” I breathe against her lips.
“Gonna take you now, Alpha.” She sinks down on me in one slow, deliberate roll of her hips.
She’s wet, tight, and blazing hot, she takes every inch of me. I feel her walls stretching, fluttering, slick gushing around me as she seats herself fully. A low, broken sound leaves her throat the moment I bottom out inside her.
“God, you feel so good,” I groan, fingers digging into her hips. “So wet for me.”
She rolls her hips experimentally, grinding down in a slow, torturous circle that makes my cock throb deep inside her. I thrust up to meet her, shallow and deliberate, and she gasps, her good hand pressing flat to my chest for balance.
“I love it when you take what you want,” I tell her.
“And I love it when you drive up into me,” she answers, rocking down again, harder this time. “Just like that.”
Her scent deepens fast. Her blood orange ripening into something lush and heavy, basil sharp and bright, the cedar note of her alpha rising underneath.
It coats the back of my tongue. I can’t stop touching her.
My hands roam everywhere. Her waist, the curve of her ass, the soft swell of her breasts.
Every time she grinds down, I thrust up to meet her, fucking her in slow, deep strokes that make her cunt clench around me.
Across the nest I hear the others, but they feel miles away. All I can focus on is the way Sera rides me in long, rolling movements, her hips circling, her slick coating my cock and dripping down my balls.
Her pussy clamps down hard, her lock clenching into a vice that strangles my cock in pulsing, rhythmic squeezes.
“Ezra… Ezra…” she moans, voice shaking. Her whole body seizes, thighs trembling violently.
I hold her through it, gripping her hips and thrusting up in short, deep strokes that drag the orgasm out, forcing her to ride the pleasure while her lock strangles me.
The pressure is so intense I nearly lose it right there. I keep moving, fucking her through every aftershock, letting her cunt milk and squeeze and drown me.
“I want your bite,” she breathes, voice hoarse and broken.
“I’ll give you anything you want. Especially this.
” My teeth sink into her flesh and her essence floods me in a rush.
It’s overwhelming, hot and sweet and alive.
I feel her pleasure crash into me like a second orgasm.
My vision whites out for a second as the bond tears wide open between us.
She arches hard into my mouth, a broken cry leaving her throat as I lick over the fresh mark.
Her hand slides into my hair, fingers tightening at the base of my skull, and then she bites down hard over my gland.
The instant her teeth break skin, her essence crashes through me. A helpless gasp tears out of me as my hips jerk upward on instinct.
I drive up into her deep and hard as my knot begins to swell, locking inside her while I flood her with pulse after pulse of cum.
She milks me through it. The bond pulses between us, hot and bright, and we shudder through it together, both of us shaking, clinging to each other as the pleasure crests and finally ebbs.
When I see clearly again, she’s dropped her shoulders and gone completely still. Not scanning the room. Just looking at me with those dark, open eyes, like I’m the only thing that exists right now.
“I should tell you,” I murmur against the mark, “I’ve wanted to do that since the first morning you stood in our kitchen and looked at us like we were a problem you hadn’t solved yet.”
Sera stays quiet for a long moment, fingers curled loosely at the nape of my neck. When she finally speaks, her voice is low and warm.
“You were never a problem I wanted to solve, Ezra,” she whispers. “You were the one I wanted to keep.”
The words hit deep. I lift my head, meet her eyes, and something tight and tender pulls in my chest.
“Vidal.”
“Whitfield.”
She huffs a soft, tired laugh and leans in to brush her mouth over mine.
“Mine,” she says quietly.
“Yours,” I answer, and kiss her again, slow and deep.
Espie
This is my heat. Not Wallace's. Not a needle and a metal table and lights overhead. Mine.