Her ankles lock behind my back, drawing me forward. She’s so slick, the wet heat almost shocks me. The first sensation of being inside her nearly undoes me completely. Tight and warm and perfect.
An unrecognizable sound escapes me as she arches her back, digs in her heels, and I sink deeper, to the hilt, the slow drag inside her pussy nearly making me black out.
“God, Mona,” I breathe against her neck, feeling her walls squeeze tight around me. “You’re incredible—I can’t—”
I’m drowning in sensation. An avalanche of my life all culminating in this moment, the pinnacle of my existence. Here—and it could be anywhere—I’m finally as close to my mate as I could ever be. The room blurs around us, vision flashing to memories of lonely nights, dreams of her touch. My witch-half drinks in each wave of pleasure while my alpha shifter claws to the surface, demanding control. It’s almost trance-like, my consciousness splitting and merging, the pleasure transforming into something ancient and feral, almost dark in its purity.
I pull out with a shudder and slam back in, as if decades of loneliness are being scraped from my soul, every thrust bringing me deeper, closer to Mona—to where I was always supposed to be. I’m so lost in her beauty, her scent. I need her.
Mate.
Knot.
Mine.
“Ghost,” Mona grunts.
I let out a heavy growl, animalistic and dominating. I thrust into her, harder and harder, as if I could pound her through the floor. As if I will never be close enough, but still, I try.
“Ghost,” she tries again. “Ghost!” I hear the words. They mean nothing. Only her pussy walls squeezing me so tight. Harder.
Mate. Knot. Mine.
MINE!
Somehow I’ve fucked her up against the edge of the room, my head slams into the cement on my next thrust. Another sound from my mate. And then a sharp sting—her teeth sinking into my neck.
A bonding mark, tying us together for eternity. A roar erupts from my chest, and then my teeth find the soft curve of her shoulder. I break skin, taste copper, breathe in the essence of her, drink in her honey, jasmine, dogwood flower scent. Between us, the bond snaps into place, sparkling along every nerve ending, every cell, fizzing like popped champagne.
Consciousness floods back, and I see Mona beneath me, but I’m not alone in my head anymore. It’s as if someone flipped a switch—suddenly I feel them all through her. Mona’s other mates. My pack mates. My brothers. There’s worry and joy. Love. Yearning.
Their presence filters through our omega like light through stained glass. Each distinct, yet part of a whole. They reach for me through invisible threads, steadying me.
Reality crashes in, and everything catches up at warp speed. I was so pent up, so fucking repressed, held back for so long, I fell into a rut; I let my beast take over. I’m still buried inside her, so I attempt to withdraw, hesitantly at first, then frantically.
Disgust floods me. I went into arut. My stomach churns with shame, and I’m about to scramble backward when Mona murmurs something about training, and before I can process it,she’s leveraging her weight against my hip. The world flips, and suddenly I’m flat on my back with her above me.
I’m so shocked, I let her. Mona gives me no time to spiral. She plants one palm on my bloodstained chest, holds my still hard cock in her other, leans back with fierce determination in her eyes, sinks herself down onto my length and begins riding me.
“Welcome back, mate.”
“Mona, I’m—I’m so fucking sorry. I’m so sorry—”
Her fingers go to my new bite mark. Nearly healed, though the mark will stay forever.
“Feel me,” she rasps through clenched teeth. “Feelme,” while she rolls her hips, circling.
“I hurt you. I almost—”
“You did no such thing. You think I can’t handle a rutting alpha? I only brought you back because I wanted you to witness this. You can rut into me back in Silent Peak. All four of you, you can take turns, till I’m bruised and well used and brought to the edge of heaven. But right now I want you with me.”
I don’t deserve her. Not by a long shot. But I can feel her through the bond. She isn’t afraid. She’s not hurt or worried. Actually, she is worried. About me.
Her omega pours everything into the bond, and I can feel my pack mates there, too. She holds me close, pulls back and slams down, forward and fast. I let her, because I’m still just admiring and in awe of her.
It doesn’t take long for my mind to quiet. It’s Mona’s magic, I think. Helping ease the pain of what I feel. Her measured movements grow choppy as her body takes over, but I’m still basking in awe, so I hold her close, wrapping my arms around her, holding as tight as possible, leaving no room between us.
“Ghost,” she whispers. I tense, moving my hands up to cradle her head. I look her in the eye and shake my head.
