Page 111 of Scent of Home

I flick open his pants and yank them down, his cock stands thick and deliciously mine, and when I grip him, I mouth his salty shoulder and thrust against his ass.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I growl. Five years, and it’s all been heading to this moment.

“Good, I’m ready for you,” Bray says and glances over his shoulder with a smirk.

I hesitate, my mind going blank. “Did you come out here with this intention?”

“Well, Locke helped me, but yeah, the plan was to get you to rail me against, well, the rail.”

I groan and squeeze my hand between us, loathe to let anything separate us, and push my fingers into him. He is ready. Fuck.

“Why are you so fucking hot, Bray?”

“It’s a gift.”

“It’s a crime,” I groan back and line myself up. Fuck. I can’t wait any longer. I push into him, gasping at the tightness. As soon as I’ve bottomed out, I wrap one arm up under his arm, holding his chest, and the other over his shoulder. He’s not going anywhere.

Neither am I.

The rut I’ve been holding back takes over, and I snarl. A deep, loud, long growl. I withdraw slowly, dragging out of the hot heat engulfing my cock. With nothing in me but a driving need to possess, to own, I snap my hips forward, and all I can focus on is the movements, the scent of mint, the taste of his skin. I sink my teeth into his shoulder, hearing him cry out, and reach down to fuck his cock with my fist. Over and over, I stroke him until he shudders, coming hard, his cum dribbling down onto my hand as he gasps, completely wrung out.

Still, I keep moving, my knot grows, and I narrow my eyes.

I need more.

I kick his legs further apart and bend him over as I force my knot into him.

Bray howls, orgasming again, his cum jettisoning into the garden. I lick his neck and continue to push until my knot is fully inside of him. I’m on the brink. One more thrust, and I’ll be gone. I hang there, my mind going perfectly clear.

I knotted my alpha.

Awe. Possession. Love. Mine.

It’s a perfect moment.

I squeeze Bray even harder and thrust.

My mind goes flying. All the whirling snow and winds. Unimaginable pleasure slams into me, drawing my balls up before I explode. I hold on to him, growling deeply, menacingly, and holding him perfectly still while my cum sprays his insides. While I mark him as mine.

I come back slowly. I’m licking a spot that tastes metallic, and my upper arm hurts, but I’m still buried balls deep in Bray, and my knot is there, holding us together.

“Shane,” Bray moans. He sounds out of his mind.

“Bray,” I whisper.

That’s all we say. It’s all we need to say.

I snap my head behind us when I hear a creak on the porch and find Erin, Locke, and Finn sitting on the swing, watching with wide, lust-filled eyes.

“Ten out ten!” Locke says.

“Mmhmm,” Erin agrees. “That was hot.”

Finn doesn’t say anything, but I’m not sure he’s capable. He’s got a massive bulge in his jeans, though, and his knuckles are white on the arm of the swing.

I look back at Bray and carefully pull him upright. His hole tightens around me, and I let out a moan. But then I notice the bite on his throat.

“I bonded you,” I whisper, half in fear, half in awe. I swallow hard, loving the way it sits on his throat. He is mine.

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