James’s [POV]
She’s an angel.
She’s my fucking salvation, and her cunt is my heaven.
But I don’t want her trapped in this position when I fully inflate.
I want to be on top of her when I claim her and finally sink my teeth into that mating gland.
I’ve waited too fucking long for this, and my Alpha is ready to explode if I can’t mate her right fucking now.
Cum spills out of me, but I maneuver her off my cock before she’s fully stuffed. She releases Grey’s cock, and I flip her onto her back as gently as I can.
Knot her claim her fuck her
She looks up at me, her pupils blown with lust, her lips swollen from Beau and Grey.
“Alpha,” she whispers, her scent honeyed and sweet.
I’m inside her before I can think, my cock sinking back into her delicious cunt, and I groan as my cum spills into her.
Breed her fuck her claim her
“You’re mine,” I growl, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at me. I snap my hips against her and the bed creaks with our movement.
Finally, she’ll belong to me forever.
Her orgasm is violent, her walls still shaking as I drag out her pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” I hiss at her as she cries out. “Come on, Princess, keep coming.”
I can hear my brothers work their cocks as they watch us, and it makes my dick throb.
Yes. Watch as I claim her.
Let the watch as I make her mine.
“Need you,” she gasps, as my knot inflates. “James, please”
I take one last look into her eyes, then bring my mouth down to her overheated skin.
One snap of my jaw and her essence overwhelms me.
She doesn’t taste like blood or sweat.
She tastes like home.
Her goodness floods me, and I sense her very soul, which I’ve wanted from the fucking beginning.
She gasps and arches her back, thrusting against me. My pleasure mingles with hers, and we share a release together.
“Oh my God,” she breathes. “Oh my God, James…”
“I’m yours,” I groan in her ear. “Forever.”
“Yes,” she hisses. “Yes…”
Her cries of pleasure fill the room and I inflate until I can’t thrust any more.
She’s mine, and I’m hers.
As we collapse in a heap on the bed, I’ve never been happier.
My brothers give us time together.
I can sense their want and smell their arousal, but I need my privacy with my Omega.
I slowly thrust against her while she sleeps, her face buried in my chest.
I never want to leave the nest.
In a perfect world, we would stay here forever, entwined in each other’s arms.
But she needs to be tended to after our violent Ruts.
When she finally stirs awake, I gently slide out of her and help her sit up.
“You need to eat,” I whisper in her ear, even though she groans in protest.
A small end table is placed next to the bed, with plates of fruit, cheese, and other delicacies.
I send silent thanks to Grey and Beau.
“C’mon, Princess,” I say, caressing her cheek. “You don’t have to do anything besides open your mouth.”
She blushes at my words, and I chuckle.
“Wicked girl,” I chastise her.
“I thinkyou’rethe wicked one,” she mutters. “All of you, having your wicked ways with me.”
I grin and press a glass of water to her lips, which she drinks eagerly.
“I can feel you everywhere,” she whispers as I bring a grape to her mouth. “You’reinsideme.”
“Well, I was inside you.” I quirk an eyebrow at her, and she rolls her eyes.
“I see it, you know,” she says gently. “Your pain, and how intense your emotions are.”
Insecurities flood me. “And?” I ask quietly.
Maybe I’m too much for her.
Does she regret it?
“I understand you better,” she says, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “It makes me love you more.”
My anxiety dissipates and I bask in the delicious aftermath of the mating bond.
“Not as much as I love you,” I whisper. “Now, you need to eat.”
She nips at my finger but does as she’s told.