“Yes.”
“Need—”
“I know what you need.” I was spread wide and vulnerable, completely open to him, and he pressed his advantage thoroughly. My fingers sank into his hair, wanting, needing more, but I shouldn’t have worried. This wasn’t gentle, we couldn’t be. Everything we’d held back and kept to ourselves came rushing out all at once, his tongue burying itself deep inside me.
“Fuck!” I yelped, it all too much and not enough. He pulled free to make mad passionate love to my clit, circling it and flicking it and sucking it until I was clawing at the bed, then he’d pierce me with his tongue and start all over again.
“Bren!” I tried to claw him up my body to settle between my legs, but he didn’t move an inch. “Alpha!”
That pulled him free of me, eyes like molten pits, his beard matted with me. His fangs flashed as he answered me, the considerate weapons master gone now.
“That’s right—I’m your alpha, and I always will be. No wriggling free and running now, love. You’re mine.” I panted my rapid agreement to that as he slid between my thighs, hooking his fingers inside me and finding me dripping, satisfied enough to replace them with his heavy cock. “And you’re my omega.”
He stopped, the head of his cock wedged deep in me, treating me to a delicious preview of what was to come, but not moving until I acknowledged it. He licked his lips and fangs with a deliberate slowness.
“Say it.”
“I’m your omega, alpha.”
“Fuck yes, you are. Say it again, and I’ll give you another inch.”
“I’m your omega.” My delivery was lacking this time, my voice little more than a squeak as I felt him stab deeper.
“Say it again, Cyn. Say it again, and I’ll give you my cock and my fangs and every fucking thing I have. Say it, and I’ll be what I always have been. Say it, and I’ll bite you and make you mine.”
His voice was hoarse, his control hanging by a thread, and I felt the heavy movements of our other mates as they settled close. Orion smiled down at me, looking teary-eyed and trashed as he nodded, helping me to tilt my throat back, Rhys reaching to place his hand on Brendan’s shoulder.
“I’m your omega,” I said to him, to Rhys, to Bren, to all of them, because that was all I could feel as Bren lunged forward.
He hit me like a freight train, suddenly filling the ache inside me up to and beyond my limit, pulsing deeper in little thrusts, testing my limits. I felt some of what Bren described, the pleasure-pain that came from going beyond what you were used to for someone you loved. I clawed at Bren’s hips, dragging him closer, feeling the sharp burn as my cunt stretched and stretched, even as my clit pulsed like crazy. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, making me gasp, cry out, my other mates reassuring me all the way through, until finally, Bren pushed his knot in with a pop, then his fangs locked down on the skin at my throat.
Tears filled my eyes as I looked at him, as I looked at them, knowing what the heat had taken from me. It created this hot, hot haze, but it was nothing compared to this. I knew how Marcus caught the moment I bit Orion, because right now, it felt like everything within them came rushing into me. Not thoughts or perceptions or anything but this.
“What the fuck is that?” Bren asked, pulling his fangs back.
“It’s us,” Rhys said, utterly confident in what he was feeling, and why not? Each and every one of us had been hustling, waiting, yearning for this, and now, we had it. I didn’t need anyone to complete me, but the love that came from them swelled inside in a way that made everything else seem irrelevant. For one seamless moment, we were together and we were perfect.
I stroked the back of Bren’s neck as his cum jetted into me, swimming in the beautiful feeling of all of my mates’ bodies pressed in against mine.
Chapter 38
I carried that same sense of certainty with me when we walked into the Omega Ball. The grand ballroom was, as always, beautiful, having been transformed by the ball committee from a glorious confection of icy white Neoclassical architecture, complete with marble Corinthian columns, into a wonderland. I wasn’t sure what had actually been going down in ancient Greece, but apparently topiary, filmy lengths of tulle, and showers of gold glitter were in order. We walked up the broad steps and into the building as a team.
“So what exactly are we doing tonight?” I asked. “What’s the plan again? We’ve changed it so often.”
“Avoid my father,” Orion said, straightening his tie, properly tied this time, “and when that’s not possible, show him the mating marks and hope that’s enough to fuck him off. And run interference for Ari. I don’t want any of these greasy fucks near her. She shouldn’t even be out at functions yet.”
“And wait for whatever Marcus has planned.” Rhys eyed the building suspiciously, which, with his hair pulled back into a rough ponytail and the sharp suit, just made him look all the hotter.
“I guess we have to trust, don’t we?” I said, full of goodwill for all mankind right now. Getting marked and mated seemed to do that, especially when there was no horrible reveal twenty-four hours later. “He’s a manipulative fuck and I’m going to kick his arse when I see him, but Marcus hasn’t steered us wrong yet.”
“Really? Well, that sounds delicious.”
We all spun around to see the man himself strolling up, looking us up and down slowly. He looked pretty damn fine himself, buttoning his jacket and smoothing his hands down the sides.
“Hello, darling, you look positively edible.”
I wasn’t sure who he meant, as each one of the boys looked freaking gorgeous, but he swept in, taking my hand and kissing the knuckles, his eyes twinkling as he heard my mates start to growl.