Page 112 of Scent of Home

“I bonded you,” Bray says in a daze.

I look at my arm in shock and see the bite.

My heart swells, and then I feel it. I feel him inside me. We’re interconnected by a hundred different layers, but I feel how clearly he loves me. I feel all the pining, the yearning, the uncertainty and hurt.

I wrap my arms back around him and kiss the bond.

“No more uncertainty, no more hurt, Bray, this is us forever.”

Bray lets out a deep breath. Erin slips around in front of us, wrapping her arms around us.

She smirks up at me.

I frown, confused, and then she bites Bray’s pec. He shrieks, is back arching, slamming himself back down on my knot. I surge up, growling, fucking him hard and fast. My reaction is instant, and I lose myself in the pleasure.

Bray snarls, and then he’s got Erin’s throat between his teeth. So. Fucking. Hot.

I let out a dark laugh and fuck him harder and faster. Erin pulls away, but she’s caught, and Bray is inside her in seconds.

I catch sight of Locke and Finn fucking and bare my teeth in a smile. Yes, this is exactly what we should be doing.

This is our day, our life, our home, and our forest on our mountain.

I grab one of Erin’s legs and hold it up, allowing Bray to drill into her, just so I can hear those gorgeous screams echoing around the mountain. When he sinks his teeth into her shoulder, leaving another mark, I hold her wrist to my mouth and tear through the delicate skin of her arm, making her mine, too.

An hour later, we’re all naked, lying on the porch, watching the sun move across the sky.

I have bond marks from the entire pack, and they all have mine. This is it, there can’t be a happier ending than this.

I close my eyes and absorb the sunlight.

I think I want to write a novel.

Chapter thirty-three

Erin

Shane is going tostroke my hair forever because I am not moving. Ever. His fingers massage my scalp, and I moan and try to ignore the growing full-body tingles. This is the life.

Shane’s sitting on the couch, and I’m laying with my head in his lap, trying really hard not to purr with real pleasure.

“You’re really good at this,” I say to Shane.

“I have a niece who used to get growing pains.”

“Oh, where are they? You never mentioned them.”

“They just moved far away. You’ll see them sooner or later. But I used to stroke Rebecca’s hair like this until the pain would allow her to sleep.”

I sigh. Shane is a man of mystery and so many secrets, it’s becoming one of my favourite things in the world, to get him to open up and spill the beans.

Locke storms past, I focus on him and the throb of omega displeasure in the air.

“I’m not doing it!”

“I’m not asking you to do. I’m suggesting you consider setting the room aside for your music,” Finn snaps hotly.

“I’m not doing music ever again!” Locke snarls rebelliously. “I quit. I retired. It’s done. It’s over.”

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