Page 63 of Pack’s Pledge

But I got instead a whisper, so soft I wondered if Beau could hear it, close as he was.

“I’ve waited twelve years for this,” he murmured. “For you. I never thought…” His teeth scraped along my skin, and I shuddered.

“I would wait twelve more, Conall,” I said, and he drew back to look at me, his eyes flashing back and forth between my own, which had suddenly filled with tears. “If that’s what you wanted.”

“No,” he said. “I don’t want to wait a moment longer, Britt,” he said, and he flexed his hips, my eyes fluttering closed as his teeth sank into my shoulder, just where Adrian’s had been, and I gasped at the pain of his bite, the pressure of his knot—

The overflowing love that surged between us.

Epilogue

Britt

It waswarm when I woke up, my head groggy, my mouth dry, the nose full of the scent of wet sheep.

“Mmm, no,” Adrian mumbled from behind me, his hand wrapping around my waist, drawing me closer.

“I barely even moved,” I murmured back.

“You were thinking about it, though, baby,” he said. His arm tightened, pulling me flat against his chest. His hard cock pressed against my ass, and I smirked.

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll go back to sleep, then.” I made a show of getting comfortable, wriggling around, my butt against his erection.

“Britt,” Adrian warned, then again, as I moved his hand from where it rested on my belly, down between my legs: “Britt. Fuck.”

“Mmhmm,” I said, arching my back into him as his fingers dipped inside my entrance.

“Jesus, you’re wet,” he mumbled.

“It’s Beau’s fault. I think we’re on the same cycle.”

A puff of air on my neck—Adrian’s laugh. “I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“You’re right,” I said, without opening my eyes. “It’s not. But what I really want to know is: are you going to waste both of our time discussing the finer points of beta biology or are you going to fu—”

My face was smothered in the pillow as Adrian rolled me onto my stomach, his body aligned with mine, his cock thick between my spread legs.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, and I laughed into the pillow, the sound turning into a moan abruptly as his cock slid against my folds, then pressed inside, slow, slow.

“Mmm,” I hummed, satisfied.

“You’re not too sore?” he asked, and I pushed back against him in response, taking him deeper, until he bottomed out, his hips against my ass and his head lodged somewhere in the vicinity of my ribcage. I wasn’t too sore, no; I wasjust the right amount. He sighed, a gutteral, heavy sound, placing one hand on my hipbone, lifting my hips in the air slightly. “God, I love your ass.”

“So I’ve heard,” I said, as his cock withdrew, then slid home again, the air leaving my lungs in a moan, then another as he did it again.

“And,” he said, rolling us to the side, propping himself up on one elbow so he could pin my shoulder blades onto the mattress, “I love these, too.” His other hand came up to one breast, and his lips to the other, sucking on my nipple, letting it fall with a wet pop, then drawing it into his warm mouth again. At this angle, his cock thrusted only shallowly, but the feel of his skin on my skin and the press of his cock head against my inner walls had me loose-limbed and pliant in his arms. I tangled my hand into the hair on the back of his head, letting myself drift into the sensation.

“Seems like I’m the whole package, then, hm?” I said, my words slurred with sleep and sex and bone-deep satisfaction. Morning sunlight played across my eyelids.

His mouth left off my breath, trailing kisses up my chest, almost to the place where two marks lay intertwined on my shoulder.

“You are, Britt,” he said, and then his mouth was gone, and I felt him looking at me. I opened one eye, then another. Above me was Adrian, his hair mussed, a few days growth on his chin, and an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face.

“What?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“I was just thinking about how much I love you,” he said.

A flower blossomed somewhere in my chest.