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“Not yet,” I breathe, my body tightening once more, my cock already filling. “Give it to me, alpha.”
His growl is so deep I feel it in my bones. My cock jumps at the sound.
Here we go again…
Kyrian is bowed above me, rocking. He has already bitten me, the imprint of his teeth throbbing on my wrist and the side of my neck. I’ve come so many times by now, I’ve lost count. My own slick and the men’s cum is dripping out of me.
When Kyrian pulls out, it will be a flood.
The thought pleases me. Turning my head, I watch Roman and Brinlee stroking Archer who is still in a rut, his alpha cock hard, his knot inflating again. He’s kneeling there like a magnificent beast, barely leashed, his eyes glowing.
And then I look back up at the alpha bowed over me, the thick muscles of his arms and chest, the beautiful colors swirling over his biceps, his shoulders, his pecs.
“Your tattoos,” I whisper. The ink is beautiful, fantasy creatures like he said, moving with his every move.
He grunts, thrusting in shallow strokes, his knot limiting his range of movement. “I did say I’d show you if you were good.”
I snort, then gasp when his cock strokes my prostate. I’m sore, and not sure I can come again, but if he keeps stroking me like that… “Does the ink have any meaning for you?”
He huffs a laugh. “Am I not fucking you hard enough?”
“I just think it’s beautiful.”
His thrusts slow more. “It started as a way of finding myself. Marking myself somehow, since no family wanted me. I…” He groans, his cock twitching inside me. “I liked the pain, too, I guess. The permanence of it. And I turned myself into a story, since I can’t read any.”
“Will you add more when you learn to read?”
“Fuck, Sawyer… Come now. Come with me.”
Then he’s coming again, and against my doubts, I come, too, shivering at his command, clutching at his inked shoulders, arching up to meet his thrusts.
Maybe I’ll get a tattoo, too, I think, finally slumping back on the mattress, darkness claiming me. With all their names, so that I’m twice-marked and all theirs…
I’m lying in a haze of pleasure and satisfaction. Sweat is drying on my skin. Kyrian is wiping me down, cleaning me up. I didn’t even realize when he pulled out of me, I was so out of it. I might have passed out for a bit. No idea.
I smile up at Brinlee who has a sheet wrapped around her, and open my arms. She comes willingly, lying against me, laying her head on my shoulder.
My wrists and neck throb in time to my heart, stinging from their bites. I love the feeling. I can’t wait to look in the mirror, see their marks on me.
My heat isn’t over, of course. It can take days. But in this quiet lull, I gesture for all of them to lie with me so I can smell them and touch them and quiet my mind.
To be fair, I’m too exhausted to be anxious right now. Not that anxiety won’t come back, but for now, the beast is locked away.
I’m with my pack and my heart is full.
Archer lies behind me, sliding an arm under my head for me to use as pillow, and Kyrian lies at my feet, laying his head on my thigh. Roman lies behind Brinlee, winking over her head at me.
I laugh quietly.
“This is perfect,” I tell them. “You are perfect. I’m so grateful you found me, that you didn’t give up on me.”
“How could we?” Roman says. “You are perfect for us.”
For the first time, I feel that deep inside me. I may not be perfect in any way, but in this pack, for these guys, I am exactly what they need. Everything is clicking into place, as if I’m a piece in a bigger puzzle and now the picture is complete.
This is happiness.
This is love.
