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Forcing the issue, he grabs a thigh and rests an ankle on his shoulder, using all those muscles I was admiring to hold me to him, to get deeper. And then it breaks when he flexes his hips the tiniest bit. A rush of sensation takes over, my voice screams louder than it’s ever been made to do, and it doesn’t stop.
I feel him go off inside of me, pulsing, a warmth filling me that seems to make me come even harder. I can’t breathe. I know my nails are likely bloodying up his forearm as they dig into him, but there’s only the way our bodies are reacting to each other, this pure carnal fire as he roars my name, his hand clamping possessively over my throat.
“Eyes. On. Me.”
I force them open and meet his captivating eyes, finally sucking in a small breath as the orgasm continues to berate my body. He stares down at me with something feral peaking out of his eyes, and as his face finally relaxes, my whole body goes limp and he’s finally able to slide out of me.
With both of us gasping for breath the other two guys come in, but it’s too much too soon. I flinch away from them, needing Kit. He snarls at them, wrapping his arms around me. I feel protected. My skin is flushed and sticky and too warm now to be under the blankets, so he tucks a sheet around me instead as he buries my head into his chest.
When Colter and James move back a little bit, and it’s once again just Kit and I, the panic dies out and I’m left completely exhausted.
“Fuck, Calai.” His arms flex as they hold me, and I can hear his heart racing still inside his chest. This is the realest I’ve ever felt. The most alive.
“I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Shhh,” I say. “I don’t want to hear regrets. That was too…perfect. Let me enjoy this feeling.”
He gives me a low, throaty laugh. “Regrets? I was only going to say that I wish I had been awake for the start of it. Now I’m going to be dying to know exactly how it felt to slide into you that very first time, your body taking me in. No one else has ever been that deep inside of you, and I’ll never get that back.
“I regret that I didn’t get to watch your face as my knot filled you and locked us together, made us one. I regret that you were frightened and confused for the first part of it when you should have been prepared and out of your mind with lust before I so much as touched you.”
I shiver and breathe, trying to process everything. I feel quite sore, but I dare say it was worth it.
“You can’t treat me like trash anymore,” I whisper. I’m terrified he’s going to go back to how it was before, acting with his instincts instead of his heart. It would tear me apart to know how it feels to be held like this by him, to be revered, and then to see him start to speak to me as a possession again.
“I regret that more than anything,” he tells me, brushing a kiss to my forehead. “I was so focused on getting you here and getting you safe, nothing else mattered. I wouldn’t change that, because it got you here mostly safe, and I’m still angry you tried to run from us, but I need to know you won’t do that again.
“You can’t run away from us now, omega.” That word, thattitle, reverberates through me, giving me an identity. I think…I think I like it when they call me that. I think I like it entirely too much.
“Where would I run? You just marked my soul. It won’t be good anywhere else now.” The truth of that hits me and settles me. I think I like the thought ofthatentirely too much, also.
