I laugh quietly and stroke her hair.
"Sorry, Dellie. Did that startle you?" She nods against my chest.
She's eaten and drunk and done the things my nursing training tells me to worry about. Her skin is warm, but not sizzling. Her pulse is steady. James is stirring. I can let go for a few moments. "You need me back in alpha mode?"
Relief washes over her expression as she nods again.
"Hmmm. Well, Balga, I'm sorry for startling you. I wonder what I canpossiblydo to make it up to you?" I pull my face into a perplexed expression.
She looks up at me, her pupils blown, and straddles my lap. She fists a handful of hair at the nape of my neck and pulls my head towards her mouth with a lustful snarl, her lips seizing mine in a hungry kiss.
I grin into her mouth as her free hand seizes my cock, notching it against her cunt.
Fuck. I just want to thrust inside and never come out.
But before I can push myself into her, she's sunk down my length, pulling me in, rocking back and forth as she mewls softly with pleasure. Her eyes are closed, her head leaning against mine, her mouth slack with bliss.
She's taking as she likes from me. As far as I'm concerned, she can have it all.
Her hands tangle in my hair, making tingles shoot down my spine. My orgasm is building as she rocks herself on my cock, edging closer and closer towards my knot, but it's more than that. She wantsme. Even when I get things wrong. Even when I'm too much. Too loud. Too embarrassing.
The only other people who'veeverwanted me like that,reallywanted me, are in this pack. But she makes it seem like wanting me is the easiest thing in the world.
I'm about to break before I can give her what her body is begging for, when she pulls me into her with one desperate thrust, my knot popping inside her. She shudders, her release quiet against my shoulder, as I burst within her, my cum pumping hot and hard into her pussy.
Panting, she pulls her face out of my neck, and cups my cheek, staring into my eyes. "Mine?"
It's not a claim. It's aplea.
I grin, wrapping my arms loosely around her hips. "Yours, Balga. Always."
Her face breaks into a relieved smile. Her breath is warm as her lips graze across my cheek. I groan as her lips brush down my neck, a second orgasm exploding from the base of my spine when her teeth sink into my neck, just behind my ear.
As she nurses the bite with slow, lingering kisses and licks, her threads of joy and gratitude and lust tug in my chest through our bond. They twist together with the strands of Ralph's longing and love that coil around my heart. The threads of their bonds weave together into a rope that binds me, strong enough to hold me tight, to keep me safe and theirs.
I'm theirs. Just as I am. They saw the real me and still wanted me.
And within that rope weaves another thread. One I don't recognise at first. It wraps around me, protecting me, trying to understand me, to meet my needs, to figure out those annoyingly terrifying practicalities that constantly escape my grasp.
James. It has to be James.
Dellie turns her head away from me, offering me her neck. My teeth tingle. Freesias pull me in.
"Yours," I whisper to her, and sink my teeth into the delicate hollow above her clavicle.
She cries out in pleasure, her cunt fluttering around me, pulling my knot until another orgasm is wrung out of me. I pull her close to my chest, purring for her, as she relaxes into me. I kiss the top of her head. "Always yours."
She nods dozily into my chest, swiping at the wound again with her tongue. I can feel her exhausted satisfaction, smug in my chest. "Mine."
Chapter 35
I ache.
Empty. So empty.
It hurts. I want my pack. I want them.
I hear the whine echoing dully in my ears.
