“Oh, fuck,” Claire whimpers, grabbing my headboard for purchase as I fully devour her.
She’s in ecstasy as I watch her riding my face like the complete goddess she is. And she’s mine…at least she’s about to be in the most visceral way possible.
“Good Alpha. Right there,” she directs as I suck on her clit, not letting up for a single second. My grip on her ass is near bruising as she bucks against my mouth.
When slick gushes into my mouth, over my chin, and she whimpers out my name, I nearly fall apart.
My Omega lifts herself off my face and slides down my body until she’s pressed flat against my chest.
“Did that prove how much I want you?” I say with a smile, threading my fingers through her long raven locks.
“I wouldn’t be against hearing you say it again.” She smirks as she says it and I’m so fucking gone for this woman, I never want to be found again.
“Claire, I love you more than anything. Please let me bond you and make our pack complete.”
She swallows thickly after I’ve said the words.
“I want your mark right here,” she says, pointing to the opposite side of her neck where Forrest bonded her.
Claire shifts her pelvis, grinding down on my length, soaking it in her slick before she hits just the right angle and I slide inside her.
“You’re fucking perfect, baby,” I tell her, as she moves her body, taking my dick down to the knot. “Made for me.”
“And you were made for me,” she says back, sealing her lips with mine.
She rides me slow, allowing us to savor every single second of this moment. It’s a mixture of Claire working her hips and me languidly thrusting into her from below. Our mouths are locked in a loving embrace, only separating so that I can kiss down her throat, licking the spot that’s going to be mine.
I tease the spot, licking and sucking the soft skin there.
Claire is panting, a hand tangled in the hair at my nape, pressing my mouth even closer to her throat.
“I need you so bad. Please,” I beg, a growl of a moan slipping out of me. “Please let me bond you.”
She slides down fast and hard, my knot pushing inside her as she presses my mouth against her throat.
It’s all the invitation I need as her whimpers of pleasure hits my ears, and her cunt grips my cock like a vice. With one last lick of her skin, I sink my teeth into her and suddenly the world goes quiet.
There are no doubts, there’s no question of what kind of man I can be or want to be. There’s only Claire, and two quiet tethers of a bond that I surprisingly don’t mind one bit.
My orgasm is euphoric, almost as life changing as this new connection I have with Claire, the one I thought I’d never have, the one I almost walked away from.
I kiss my bite mark and look at it in fascination; it’s completely healed, a silvery sheen against her skin marking her as mine.
She pulls back, her hands on my chest so that she can look into my eyes and I can feel her sense of contentment flood through her. She finally has the pack she wants, the future she always dreamed of, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets a part of that dream.
“Love you, Claire,"
“Love you too,” she says softly before kissing me and then resting against my chest.
Her fingertips draw small patterns on my skin as we lie there in silence, just letting the bond sink in. I’ve never felt as close to someone in my life, and I cherish it. With Forrest and his bond with Wells, I feel more connected to them as well.
Claire is the center of our world and it’s the way it was always meant to be.
A few days later my parents arrive with all my stuff, my old man helping carry my boxes in as my mom coos at Claire.
“The house is nice,” my dad says, grabbing another box from the van.
“It is,” I say easily. Ever since we bonded it feels even more like home.