“That’s not true. Not even a little bit.”
I tug on his apron and pull him closer to me so our lips connect. Only a few moments of kissing before we’re both frantically removing each other's clothes. Out of all my scent matches, I think Callum understands me on an emotional level that I can’t explain.
We’ve both lost so much, lost ourselves, yet we’ve gotten it back. We’ve come out the other side and we’re doing it together. When I’m with Callum, it’s like we’re in this little bubble together.
All I have left on are my knee-high socks I wore under my skirt today and I go to tug them off and Callum shakes his head.
“Leave them,” he says in a deep timbre that sends a wave of arousal through me. “You’re so fucking gorgeous and soft,” he says, running a calloused hand down my thigh. “You still want mine next to theirs?”
“Right here. I want you all together.” I point at the spot left open for him, right on top.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he looks at the spot and then at my face. He’s stroking himself. His cock is honestly a work of art.Thick, veiny, and at the base sits his massive knot that I want inside me right now.
He dips his fingers into my pussy, feeling how wet I am for him before he slips himself inside me, inch by inch. His sea spray scent washes over me and I let out a blissful sigh.
This is it.
He’s going to mark me and make our pack complete, make me complete.
“I’m yours. All fucking yours,” he says, thrusting into me, his thumb rubbing against my clit at the same time. “God, you look so fucking bonnie taking my cock.”
“Callum,” I groan out his name.
“Yes, baby, what do you need?”
“Just you.”
He gives me a smile then. I’ve become quite addicted to being the one who puts them there.
“You always have me,” he says, picking up the pace of his fingers and strumming my clit. “I want my knot covered in your slick before I give it to you.”
He’s fucking me at the perfect angle and his fingers are relentless as I fall over the edge, doing just as he asks, covering him in slick and finding my release.
The moment I think it ends, he’s thrusting into me, pushing his knot deep inside me, and it’s like sensation overload. Or I thought it was, because in the next second his mouth is on my neck and I completely shatter apart.
Callum grunts against my neck, rutting into me, filling me with his cum and completing our bond.
His hand comes up to my face, his eyes meeting mine, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen this burly Alpha look more soft than he does at this very moment.
“Thank you,” he says, his forehead touching mine. He adjusts my thighs so he can take more of a rest as we’re knotted together.
“Can you feel them too?” I ask softly and he nods.
“Yeah. I feel them too.” He holds me as tightly as he can without squishing me and kissing anywhere he can at this angle.
“We’re a pack.”
“Yeah, we really are. We were just waiting on you and we didn’t even know it.”
He kisses me, and when he does, I feel all three of them at once. I’ve never felt such an outpouring of love in my life.
I’ve always felt that I never fit in. I was either too intense, or emotionally unavailable for people outside of Birdie and my mom. But at this moment, with all my bond marks on my neck, two men waiting for me back at home, I realize I’m lovable and I’m capable of more than I ever thought.
I’m happy, loved, and ready for whatever the future holds.
With a deep breath, I rest my head in the crook of Callum’s neck and for the first time since I’ve met him he purrs, his chest rumbling against my own in contentment.
Down the bond he feels the same as me, like he was lost but finally found.
