“You’re better than I could have imagined.” It’s true—I never dared to hope for someone as kind and pure as him. “I love you, too.”
When I open my eyes again, it’s early morning. My nest is lit by the dim light of the sunrise just beginning. My body is cradled between Camden’s and Memphis’s, and I see that their hands are clasped above my hip. It makes me smile.
Carefully, I wiggle out from underneath them, not wanting to wake them. I’m unbearably thirsty, craving a glass of water.
I move quietly to the kitchen and fill my glass at the sink. Through the wide kitchen window, I see Denver’s broad shoulders. He’s standing out on the wraparound porch, hands braced on the railing.
I join him out there, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind.
“Good morning,” I murmur.
“Shouldn’t you still be asleep?” his deep voice rumbles with amusement.
I shake my head. “Sleep can wait. I want you first.”
He turns around so he can look at me. Hair falls over his forehead, and I push it back. The gesture makes him smile fondly at me.
“I’ll always want you, Brooklyn,” he says.
Denver’s kiss is warm and patient. We kiss while the sky turns dark red, while the angry color fades into a pale orange. We kiss like we have all the time in the world.
Like a whole life together is waiting for us.
Finally, he lifts me so I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me back to the nest, where the other Alphas are still asleep. They’ve automatically moved closer together, their bodies cuddling in the blankets. Through the bonds, I can feel how happy and sated they feel.
I meet Denver’s hazel eyes and feel a pull in my stomach. I still need him.
I need our bond to feel complete.
Denver lays me down on the blankets. When he’s hovering over me, I kiss the strong column of his neck. The muscles in his arms flex as he holds up his weight, and I trace the lines of his chest with my fingertips. Denver is the most muscular person I’ve ever seen, putting even some action heroes to shame. But it’s not that kind of strength that makes me want him.
It’s the way he leads us, putting his needs second to the rest of the pack.
His discipline, which drives him to be his best self every day.
His integrity, how he refuses to use his considerable power to do harm.
It all makes me want to take him in the most primal way. I press his shoulder gently, and he rolls to his side. His jaw drops as I move to my hands and knees, submitting to him.
“You’re beautiful,” he mutters, lowering his head to kiss me once.
He moves to his knees behind me, touching my body with reverence. He spreads his hands over the globes of my ass, kneading the tender flesh. His fingers are so long that they span the entirety of my backside. I arch my back, wanting to put my body on display for him.
“You want me to take you like this?” he asks.
I feel the thick head of his cock rubbing against my entrance, catching the slick there. I moan, instinctively pushing my hips backward to try and take what he’s offering.
“Hold on a minute, princess.” Amusement colors his deep voice. “I’m gonna go deep in this position. I need to make sure you can take it.”
I’ve never been more ready in my life, but I can’t seem to find the words to convince him. Instead, I lift a hand to press three fingers into my opening. I pump them in and out, showing him that I’m more than ready to fit him inside me.
Denver growls, a warning. Heat licks up my spine at the implication.
“I’m the one who decides when you’re ready,” he snarls. “Not you.”
He takes my wrist and pulls my hand away from me. I almost cry out at the emptiness, but he replaces my fingers with three of his own. They’re so much longer and thicker than my own, and my inner walls squeeze him tight.
“Isn’t that better?” Denver asks.