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Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp as I fill her, her fingers digging into my shoulders. Her legs tighten around my waist, drawing me deeper, and the trust in that gesture makes my alpha howl with satisfaction.

“Cole.” My name is a prayer on her lips. “You feel so good. Soperfect.”

The words nearly undo me. My cock pulses inside her as her walls flutter around me, adjusting to my size.

“Sweetness,” I growl, fighting for control. “You have no idea. So tight. So perfect for me.”

When I'm fully seated, I pause, overwhelmed by sensation, by her scent, by the look of pure pleasure on her face. This isn't just physical. This is completion on every level.

I begin to move, drawing out slowly before pushing back in, establishing a rhythm that makes her gasp with each thrust. She clings to me, her hands clutching my shoulders, her legs locked around my waist.

Her inner walls grip me perfectly, like she was made for me. Each thrust draws new sounds from her throat, little whimpers and moans that go straight to my groin. My knot swells further, catching slightly at her entrance with every push.

“That's it, Omega,” I growl against her throat. “Take all of me.”

Her head falls back, exposing her throat in submission, and the sight makes my teeth throb with the need to mark. Her pulse flutters under my lips as I kiss that spot, imagining how it would be to sink my teeth in, to complete our bond.

“Cole,” she pants, my name breaking on a moan as I hit deeper. “Please... more...”

I increase my pace, driven by her pleasure, by her need, by the way her slick eases my passage. Her scent blooms sweeter with each thrust, telling me exactly how good I'm making her feel. No lies between mates, just pure, perfect pleasure.

My hands grip her hips, holding her steady as I drive into her. I want to memorize everything… the arch of her back, the flush on her skin, the way she tightens around me when I hit just right.

“Mine,” I growl, unable to help myself. “So fucking perfect.”

Her inner walls clamp down, vice-tight around my cock as she climaxes. The sensation is exquisite torture, her muscles rippling, milking me, drawing me deeper. Her cry of pleasure pushes me over the edge. With a desperate roar, I thrust hard one final time, my knot swelling fully as it locks inside her perfect heat.

My orgasm slams through me, more intense than anything I've ever experienced. Pleasure courses through every nerve as I empty inside her, marking her from the inside out as my vision whites out. My knot pulses with each wave, tying us together.

The sensation is transcendent, physical pleasure mixed with emotional completion. This isn't just release; it's redemption. Connection. Perfect unity of body and soul. Her scent mingles with mine, creating something new, something whole.

She trembles around me, aftershocks making her inner walls flutter against my sensitive knot. Each tiny movement draws another pulse of pleasure, another surge of release. I've never felt anything so perfect, so right, so complete.

I pulse endlessly into her, each wave of release more intense than the last, emptying everything I have into her willing body. My soul pours into her along with my seed, and I give her every part of me I've kept locked away.

When there's nothing left in my balls, when I'm completely spent and shaking, I gather her against my chest and roll both of us. She settles on top of me, my knot still pulsing inside her, binding us together. Her weight on top of me is perfect, grounding, real.

I can't stop trembling. Can barely draw breath. Her heart thunders against my chest, matching my own frantic rhythm, and I almost hope they crash together, merge into one beat. One rhythm. One life.

“Sweetness,” I manage, voice wrecked with emotion. My hands stroke down her back, needing to touch, to confirm this is real. That she's really here, that she really chose me and let me have this perfection.

The gratitude, the wonder, the pure fuckingjoyof this moment, threatens to overwhelm me. For the first time since Lily, I know I’m worthy of pleasure. Of connection. Of love.

For the first time ever, I’m complete.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Zane

Mira fits perfectly against Cole, her small form rising and falling with his steady breaths. His arms are locked around her and he splays a hand across her waist, the span covering her entire lower back. His knot still ties them together, and the intimacy of that sight does something stupid to my heart.

All the hard angles in Cole's face have softened, years of tension released from his features. The permanent furrow between his brows has smoothed out, and his rigid posture has melted into something loose and peaceful. His handtraces lazy patterns on Mira's back, like he can't stop touching her even in this blissed-out state.

I've never seen him like this. So at peace. So complete. And more importantly, he's actually accepting love instead of punishing himself for wanting it.

She’s done this for him. Our omega has finally broken through years of self-recrimination and guilt. I glance at Adrian who levels a relieved glance my way. Even Adrian looks softer. Less our prime and more a happy pack member. I hadn’t realized how Cole’s problem weighed on Adrian’s shoulders.

“Well, well. Looks like someone finally lost that stick up his ass.” Gods, I can’t help but tease.

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