Max pulled back so I was forced to meet his eyes as I felt him throb inside me, letting me know what was to come, my own body rushing to meet his.
“I love you, Sage. You’re my mate, the one I’ve been waiting my whole fucking stupid life for, and damn me if I’m not glad it’s you.”
I had similar things to say, declarations to make, but his mouth slammed down on mine before I could. His hips snapped, and it felt like he was trying to drive me through the wall, slamming into me, that big fucking knot wreaking beautiful, beautiful havoc of my G-spot with every stroke, until everything inside me snapped down and then exploded.
I felt his cum jetting inside me, his pants on my skin, but something else seemed to come with it, something that had almost been stolen, then restored to us. Him, I felt him, burning inside my chest, filling me with the indescribable light that made everything better.
“Me too…” My response was kinda terrible, but in my defence, I’d just had my pussy, mind, and body wrecked so very thoroughly by an alpha wolf. When I told him that, he grinned, sucking in every breath and then kissing me as he carried me back down the hallway to the bed I’d slept in last night.
“You knotted her?”
Lucien entered the room and seemed to take the two of us in, instantly working out what had happened.
“Of course I fucking did,” Max snapped back. “You would too, if she was yours.”
Lucien threw himself down onto the bed beside us, looking me over with a possessive smile.
“She will be, won’t you, omega?”
He didn’t use my name, seeming to know that Sage was still working that shit out, but the omega? She preened under her mates’ touch, especially when Lucien’s hand slid between us.
“Fuck…” Max groaned as Lucien flicked my clit, my cunt wringing more seed out of him.
“We need to be at the airport in a few hours,” Lucien said. “So no time to just let that sucker deflate. Sage will need to come, over and over, until she squeezes you out, if she’s to get ready in time.”
“Ready for what?” I tried to pay attention to Lucien’s answer, but his fingers were far more persuasive. I was experiencing a size queen’s wettest dream right now, full of a massive swollen cock as I was made to come again, so I didn’t really respond when he told me.
“Paris, baby. I’m taking you to Paris.”
55
“What the hell, Lucien?”
I asked as I stumbled into the international airport.
Thankfully, I was dressed in something comfortable. I’d tried to get out of Lucien why we were travelling from one end of the world to the other, but he just smirked. Apparently, whatever we were up to, old jeans and a band T-shirt were suitable apparel, but I turned to him right now as he carried our suitcases inside.
“You’ve got me. We have my passport. Surely you can tell me what we’re doing in Paris.”
“It’s driving you mad not knowing,” he said with a smirk. “You think you need to, so you can be prepared for whatever it is.”
“Yes, yes, please, Lucien. If you care about me at all—”
The suitcases were set down and abandoned as he strode over to hook his arm around my waist.
“I do care. I care a whole fucking lot, so believe me when I say I don’t do this lightly. I’ll give into your obsessively controlling tendencies at every turn beyond this trip, I promise. Itemised itineraries, dossiers prepared on each destination, along with the top ten Yelp reviews for you to peruse—”
“Y’see, that’s hot. Being prepared is fucking hot,” I told him.
“But just give me this, just once. Give me the privilege of organising an experience for you that I think you’ll love. Give me the wonder in your eyes, your surprise, your sheer joy at discovery. Give me that, just once, omega.”
I stared into those all too intense hazel eyes and knew this would always be a source of tension between us. I got way too much comfort from being in control of everything and so did he, including me, but I could give him this, couldn’t I? In some ways, it felt like the contracts that Scarlet had talked about—I would enter into a power exchange with him, but on my terms.
“If I hate something, you’ll get me out of there, ASAP?”
“Always, Sage. This might…ruffle your feathers a little, but I’m confident.” He swallowed at that and then smiled. “Pretty confident that you’re gonna like it. Let’s explore that together, yes?”
I nodded, unable to say the word, but the look on his face was everything, all smug bastard billionaire alpha, right as he took us over to the first-class check-in.