Page 149 of Lavender and Honey

I cried out, my body convulsing around him as he broke skin, marking me, claiming me. I felt the rush of his release inside me, hot and pulsing as his knot ensured none would escape. The sensation of being so completely filled, so thoroughly claimed, triggered another wave of pleasure that had me sobbing his name.

The sensation of being completely filled, locked together with Lucian as his knot pulsed inside me, was overwhelming. His teeth remained at my neck, the sharp pain of his mark sending waves of pleasure-pain through my entire body. I felt something shift within me—a connection forming, strengthening, binding me to him in ways I couldn't fully comprehend.

When he finally released my neck, licking gently at the mark he'd made, I gasped at the intensity of the sensation, moving as he directed me to his own neck.

“Bite”He instructed, causing me in my haze to do that, my teeth going into him, tasting blood before letting go with a low whine. Every nerve ending felt raw, exposed, hypersensitive. His forehead pressed against mine, our breath mingling as we both trembled with the aftershocks.

"Mine," he murmured again, his voice thick with satisfaction and something deeper—a possessive tenderness that made my heart clench. "Ours."

I was dimly aware of movement around us—Elias stroking my hair, Finn and Soren on each side of me their hands still on me, but this time with each of them drawing small patterns on my skin in a calming motion. It was then I let myself fall asleep, knowing that I would be taken care of before the next wave of heat hit me.

Chapter Eighty-Three

Iwake to fingers tracing patterns on my skin, a gentle touch that draws me slowly back to consciousness. The room is dim, filled with the soft glow of morning light filtering through heavy curtains. I try to move but I still feel like I am on fire, my body an inferno that made me whimper out loud.

"You're okay….I got you," Elias murmurs, his voice warm against my ear. I turn my head to find him propped on one elbow beside me, his hazel eyes soft with affection. His fingers continue their gentle exploration, tracing from my shoulder down my arm.

I shift slightly, becoming aware of another presence at my back—Finn, his steady breathing telling me he's still asleep, his arm draped protectively over my waist.

“Elias…omega.” I mutter out loud, my inner omega at the forefront of my mind. Something that I wasn’t used too since I had been on suppressants. I give another keening whine as Icould feel the slick start to form between my legs, making me press my legs together trying to get some kind of release.

Elias's eyes darken at my words, his gentle touch becoming more deliberate as he trails his fingers down my arm to my hip. "I'm here," he murmurs, voice deeper than before. "I've got you."

I whimper as another wave of heat washes through me, my skin burning beneath his touch. The mark on my neck—Lucian's mark—throbs with a pleasant ache, a constant reminder of what happened before I fell asleep. My hand reaches up to touch it, fingers tracing the indentations where his teeth broke skin, claiming me.

"The mark," I whisper, my other hand moving to my neck where Lucian's claim still throbs pleasantly. "Did it... take?"

Elias smiles, something knowing and satisfied in his expression. "Oh yes," he confirms, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the mark. The contact sends electricity through my veins, making me gasp. “You are officiallyours.”

Another whine left me hearing those possessive words, “Good.” I didn’t need to say anything else as Elias smile grows as he looks at me.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, his thumb stroking over my lower lip. His eyes are concerned, but there's heat there too, a banked fire that makes my breath catch.

"Hot," I manage, my voice hoarse. "Need you."

A small smile curves his lips. "I know, pretty girl." His hand slides down my neck, pausing at the mark Lucian left. When his fingers brush over it, a jolt of pleasure-pain runs through me, making me gasp. "Does it hurt?"

I shake my head, unable to find words for the sensation. It doesn't hurt—not exactly. It's more like a pleasurable ache, a constant reminder of belonging that sends warmth flooding through me every time it's touched.

"No," I finally manage. "It feels... good."

Elias smiles, something knowing and satisfied in his expression. His fingers trace the mark again, deliberately this time, watching as I arch into his touch with a soft gasp.

"You're still in heat," he observes, his voice dropping lower. "It'll last a few days. Usually stronger after the first marking."

Another wave of heat rolls through me, more intense than the last, making me whimper. Slick pools between my thighs, and I know Elias can smell it—his nostrils flare, his pupils dilating as his hand tightens slightly on my hip.

"Elias," I gasp, reaching for him. "Please—"

"Shhh. I got you," he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips against the mark. The contact sends electricity through my veins, making me arch and gasp. Finn stirs behind me, his arm tightening around my waist as he nuzzles into my hair.

"Someone's awake," he rumbles, his voice sleep-rough and warm against my ear.

"She needs us," Elias tells him, his fingers still tracing patterns on my overheated skin. "The heat's building again."

As if in response to his words, another wave crashes through me, more intense than before. I whimper before it is replaced with a distressed whine, tears welling up in my eyes.

Finn's arm tightens around my waist, his touch both comforting and electrifying against my feverish skin. "We're here," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my shoulder. "We've got you, Lydia."

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