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After a last hard nip of Reese’s cocoa butter, I dive into Jin’s throat. “Jinnie.”
As I nuzzle his pulse, his rattling purr clamps my pelvic muscles. “What do you need?”
“You. Here.” I drag his hand to my shoulder, guiding him to stroke my scars and cup my throat. It’s not exactly comfortable, even though Jin’s touch is cool and careful.
It’s ticklish.
Unfamiliar.
But not bad. Not like before, when the unwanted bond zombie-piloted my responses.
While Bishop, Dutch, and Reese stroke my arms and legs, Jin holds. He thumbs the sensitive spot behind my ear, right at the base of my jaw—and holy fucking shit.
That’s definitely connected to my clit.
“Marisol Meadows,” Jin purrs. “Will you be our mate?”
My skin flames.
My perfume spikes.
And every place that’s supposed to flutter—my heart, my gut, and my knot-hungry pussy—gives Jin a full-crowd wave.
Mine.
My alpha.
My pack.
I kiss his jugular. “I always was.”
Everything moves faster when you admit what you want.
Jin carries me to the nesting ward.
Before we’re allowed in a suite, Doctor Carter insists on cleaning the holes from my ripped-out wires. “Save your blood for mating bites.”
Lobster pink, twitching whenever all four alphas aren’t connected to my skin, I inhale Jin’s stormy-sweet lightning and let the nurses do their thing.
Can’t stop licking his throat.
By the time we’re cleared, I’m sweating through my gown, and my insides quake like half-set custard.
The nest is nothing special.
No ocean waves or penthouse luxury. Just a big bed—clean and white—in a soundproofed, round-ish room. There’s a basic kitchenette with a fridge of bottled water, and an even more basic hospital bathroom attached. A few neat, sterile blankets and pillows pile at the foot of the bed, under ultra-dim lighting. And just in case of emergency, a pull-cord dangles beside the headboard.
Zero frills, zero pretension.
But when Reese kicks the door closed, I have everything I need.
Everything I’ve ever wanted.
Jin starts to set me on the mattress, his grip loosening.
Panic flares. I snag his shirt. “Don’t. I need—”
“I’m not letting go.” He drags me over his thighs, leaving me straddling him at the edge of the bed.
