I can’t decide whether I want to ravish her with my kisses or woo her with my words. How I wish it was possible to do both at once, because every second spent not kissing her feels like an eternity, and every moment I’m not declaring my love becomes a lie of omission.
This woman was meant for us. She is the culmination of everything we’ve worked so hard to build, to overcome.
I sink between her legs, kissing the soft flesh of her inner thighs until she quivers. Her moans are soft and delicate to match my caresses, not loud and guttural like they were while Noah’s cock was sheathed inside her. I liked those sounds, but I love these. I want to claim all her sounds, her facial expressions, her words. Just all of her. I could have everything and it still wouldn’t be enough.
I lap at her juices and hum with great satisfaction. “My sweet cherry sundae.”
She writhes at my touch. “Ben, what are you doing to me? Ben, Ben…” My name on her lips like a prayer, the whisper of a promise.
I watch her react to each kiss, each caress, unable to tear my gaze away. I’ve spent the last several years of my life climbing mountains, soaring through clouds, sailing oceans, and yet nothing compares to this moment in its beauty or majesty.
Violet is everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I’ll ever need.
She is mine. Ours.
Unlike Noah and Archer, I don’t mind sharing. I delight in it actually, because it means my sweet girl will have that much more love in her life. She’ll be even more cherished and worshiped.
She deserves everything we have to offer, and I will spend the rest of my days making sure we give it to her.
Dear God, I don’t ever want this moment to end. But if it must, I’ll settle for a lifetime of moments all strung together, held tight with our love.
“Ben, Ben…” She grabs my hair and pulls me to her. Up, up, and then we’re face to face. My hair creates a dark curtain, closing us in our own private bubble even though the others remain near. They’re giving us this moment for the two of us exclusively, so we can share our first true connection without them imposing.
Right now this woman is my whole world, and I doubt that will change after. All I want is her happiness.
And right now I know exactly what she wants from me.
“Are you ready for my knot, sweet Violet?” I whisper against her lips, our hot breath mingling.
“Yes, Ben! Yes!” she growls between kisses, and that’s all the permission I need.
I pull away from her only long enough to align our bodies and plunge myself inside. Her walls wrap me in a tight hug.Welcome home, Ben. It’s about damn time.
I’ve never knotted before. Not with Bokerah. She was never mine, even for that brief time she was ours.
Still, my body knows exactly what to do. It’s not even a conscious decision. I just begin to swell inside her, pushing her walls out as her body miraculously expands to accommodate me.
And now we’re locked together, bodies and hearts. This is the best moment of my entire life. It’s one I will never forget, even if revealing my hidden truth means I’ll lose my sweet cherry sundae sooner rather than later…
MILES
I can’t wait any longer, especially not now that Ben’s knotted our omega. It’s been hard enough watching the others, smelling their pheromones rise and mix in the air. I was the first to meet her and will be the last to claim her. Such is the way for the Pack Muldoon peacekeeper.
I am last, but it doesn’t mean I have to wait one more minute than I’m able. I can’t. I need her now. Need this.
“Violet,” I whisper into her ear on hands and knees. “Violet, are you ready for me?”
She’s delirious with whatever is happening between her and Ben now. I knotted Bokerah once—just one time—before she went crazy and attempted to kill my best friend. But I already know it will be better with Violet. Bokerah never opened her heart to us, and it was clear she only opened her body begrudgingly. I tried to make the best of it, since packs are meant to mate for life. But thank fuck, she never had a heat with us. We never gave her our bites and legalized our bond.
I can’t officially claim Violet now either, not until she’s in heat. But that’s really just a formality at this point. She’s already ours.
And now she will be mine. I’ll be the first to take her in this way. I stroke her face and shoulder until she shifts onto her side. Ben moves with our omega, so blissed out that he seems dead to everything but her.
I press in behind her, fitting our bodies together like spoons in a drawer. This will be a first for me too. Luckily, Violet is soaked with slick, and her body is warm and supple. Ready for me.
I line my cock up with her ass and slide in, nice and easy.
“Miles,” she cries, but not in a way that suggests I’m hurting her. “Miles,” she says again in a whimper. “Take me. I’m yours. I’m all of yours.”