Page 115 of The Rust in Her Hair

The base of him begins to swell fast, thickening inside me with every drive of his hips.

My body reacts before my mind can, grinding down onto him harder, greedy for his knot, desperate to be locked to him. I don't understand the need, I just feel it, this frantic drive to take all of him, to be knotted and full and his.

"That's it," Mack growls against my breast. "I feel you. You're right there."

His hands leave my hips and grip my shoulders instead. He uses the hold to force me down, pulling me onto him as his knot swells past the point of pulling free. The stretch flares sharp and enormous, and I sob at how much it is.

Then it pops into place, locking us together.

And I come.

An orgasm rips through me at the exact moment his knot punches inside me. I feel the first hot pulse of him, then another, his cock jerking against my walls, filling me in thick, endless spurts. The heat of it floods through me, wet and deep and overwhelming, and I clench around his knot and wring another pulse out of him, both of us shaking.

He comes so much I swear my belly swells with it, warm and full, marking me from the inside out.

"Fuck," Mack breathes against my skin, wrecked. I can feel his chin quiver, and I wonder if he wanted to mark me. "Fuck, Lyra."

Then his arms come all the way around me, gathering me in, and every rough edge of him softens at once. He pulls me down against his chest and tucks my face into the warm curve of his neck, holding me like something precious, his heartbeat slamming against mine.

I nuzzle into him, rubbing my cheek against his skin, coating myself in that warm hazelnut scent until I'm drenched in it. His hand strokes slow up and down my spine, and his knot pulses gently inside me once more, keeping us locked together, keeping me exactly where I want to be.

I let my eyes fall shut.

Full of him, wrapped in my new mate’s arms, safe.

Mine.

Rust

Nico

Ismell my little mate before I see her.

Vanilla and toasted almonds fills my lungs the second I step through the front door. Her aroma is worked so deep into the house now that it feels like it's always been here. Under it, threaded all the way through, is Mack’s warm hazelnut….followed by the faint scent of sex.

That bastard, I smile to myself. Enjoying our new packmate while the rest of us were working our asses off.

"You’re home!" Lyra rushes out of the kitchen and crosses to me before I've even got my boots off, and fuck she looks good. Bright-eyed and glowing.

She wraps her arms around me, squeezing me, then she tips her face up. "How was work?"

"Good." I cup her pretty face then kiss her.

She melts into me with a soft breath, and I feel our bond hum warm between us, her happiness pouring down the line into me. I still can’t believe how fast our bond took. I’ve been thinking about it all day—thinking about her, and how she's already threaded through the back of my mind like she's lived there for years, right beside my precious Owen.

My life feels fucking perfect.

"Where’s Adrian?" Lyra asks when I break the kiss.

I can’t help but smile at the sweet look on her face. "He’s putting a few tools in the garage."

I caress her cheek, then notice a few flecks of rust have shaken loose from my watch band and settled into her dark hair, orange against the chestnut.

"Hold still." I pick them out carefully, my thick fingers clumsy at the fine work. "I didn’t mean to bring half the worksite home with me." I smile.

"I don't mind." She catches my wrist before I've finished and pulls me back down, kissing me again.

"It smells good in here." Adrian steps inside, and his eyes zero in on Lyra. The alpha moves to her, his presence immediately filling the space. "How was your day?" he asks, his voice a sweet rumble.