Forrest doesn’t disappoint. With one rough thrust he pushes his knot inside me. My vision nearly blacks out and thankfully, Forrest holds me upright as I reach my orgasm and clench around his knot.
He’s panting in my hair, his pelvis grinding against mine as he fills me with his cum.
Both of our chests are rising and falling with exertion as he kisses my hair and runs his hands over my body. Exhaustion is catching up with me as I lean into his strong chest, a place I feel wholly safe.
“I’m going to do right by you. By all of you,” he whispers.
“I know you will,” I tell him, and I mean it.
The only thing that would make this moment even more perfect is if I could feel him through a bond.
Soon, I promise myself. Soon.
I don’t wake up until noon, but when I do, it’s to Elliot bringing me brunch in bed. I give him a smile as he plops himself next to me on the bed.
He reaches out and flattens my hair.
“It looks like a family of birds lives in your hair,” he jokes, and I scowl at him. His pupils dilate before he swallows thickly. “You smell like him.”
“Does it bother you? Me smelling like him?” I ask him, hoping that the answer is no.
“A little, but not as much as it used to. I want to take that tray off your lap and lick your neck and rub my head all over you so you smell like me still, but I don’t feel like killing him.”
“That’s progress,” I say, cutting a piece of French toast and popping it into my mouth. “He said that you told him he should be pack lead.”
Elliot sighs, resting further into the mass of pillows I have on the bed.
“I think I kept thinking of him as the person who was taking something away from me, but I’m slowly realizing that isn’t the case.”
I move my tray, snuggling up to him. “Elliot Smith, are you maturing?” I ask and he frowns, before quickly retaliating by tickling my sides.
I’m nearly hyperventilating by how hard I’m laughing when he finally stops, peppering kisses against my neck, and maybe subtly marking me with his scent.
“He wants the best for you and so do I. It makes more sense for him to be in charge. Doesn’t mean I won’t push back or disagree with him often, but I want what’s best for you, and him being pack lead is what’s best for all of us,” he says and I cup his face, stroking his jaw with my thumb.
“I never thought we’d have this,” I whisper and he nods in agreement. “I’m happy you came to your senses.”
He’s about to tickle me again when I grab his wrist. “I think you should bond with them more, see what it’s like to have pack brothers.”
Elliot groans, flopping on his back. “I gave him pack lead. I’m here in his house.”
“Our house,” I correct him. “Every time you guys have had to really interact, I’m there. If we’re going to be a pack, then you all need to have a friendship, too. You three go out and have a cute pack brother day and I’ll cook us a feast.”
He glares at me with his pretty emerald eyes, and I grin back.
“What exactly does a pack brother day entail?”
My grin widens as I reply. “Wells already has everything planned.”
“You’re trying to kill me before we even bond, aren’t you?” he jokes, but it sobers me up.
“Once I feel like there isn’t a rift in the pack, I’m ready for the next step.”
Those words seem to motivate him as he leans over and gives me a kiss. “Let me go ask Wells what the proper attire is for pack bonding.”
“Good Alpha.”
He lightly growls, kissing the side of my neck as he heads off. I plan my meal for the night and hope that this evening ends in them becoming closer and not hating each other even more.