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But we have a lot of people who are probably worried by now…

Chapter Forty

This house has always been the embodiment of hope, a dream of a future I wasn’t sure I deserved. But I wanted to. I’ve worked hard every day to make my parents proud, to be worthy of their legacy, and not get lost in the pain and anger of losing them.

It’s been lonely. So, fucking lonely.

But watching Posie smile and laugh while sitting on the kitchen counter, her cheeks red with merriment, is the first step toward putting all that behind me. Behindus.Suddenly, this mansion has a purpose instead of being an empty promise, and I can’t wait for Posie to make her every desire a reality. To one day grow our family and fill the rooms with chatter and joy.

Her contentment hums through the bond, reminding me I’ll never be alone again, not even in my own body. Love and delight swell within my chest until it’s a bubble ready to burst. Swamped by the emotions running rampant through me, I reach for my omega, who throws herself into my arms with wild abandon. Posie kisses me soundly and holds on tight as I snuggle her against me and spin us around, allowing our elation to resonate through the entire house.

“I love you so fucking much, Puff,” I say, nuzzling the neck of her robe to lick across her healing bond mark. The teeth-shaped bruise has already knit together nicely, showing no signs of infection, but my instincts demand I tend to it, and I enjoy every taste of her sugary skin.

Sweet, sweet omega.

“I love you too, Miller,” she sighs, angling her neck to offer me more space.

“I’m going to give you everything you ever wanted. Make you the happiest woman alive,” I promise, sliding my hands under her robe recklessly. I’ll never have enough of her. Never.

“You already have,” she whimpers, and the scent of her slick fills my nostrils. Crossing the kitchen in just two large strides, I lay her gently on the table, yanking the belt of her robe open. I bare all her smooth skin before my hungry gaze, and fuck, am I ready to feast.

“Are you sore?” I demand, needing to know how gently I should take her. Lifting her feet to the edge of the table, I smile when she drops her thighs open, flashing me a mouthwatering look at her puffy pink pussy. It’s still swollen from her heat but already dripping, wet, ready for me to make her see stars.

“A little,” she admits with a grimace. “But I still want you. Hard and fast.” I can feel the truth of her words. The need and desire already building low in her belly, mirroring my own. Stepping between her wide-open legs, I run my hands slowly down both thighs, gathering evidence of her arousal as I go. Her muscles twitch and quiver as I get closer to her center, and her breasts rise and fall with each gasping breath. She’s the most alluring thing I’ve ever seen. The only woman I’ll ever need, my perfect Puff.

By the time my hands reach her willing cunt, they’re already slippery with her juices, making it easy to slide in. My thumb comes up to tap her clit, while two fingers stretch her entrance, probing to ensure not in too much pain. Lifting my gaze to her beautiful face, I make sure she doesn’t wince or flinch as I increase the speed and pressure of my fingers.

I’ll never hurt her.Never break her trust.

Posie moans, arching toward me, eager for more. Her cheeks flush red, and she licks her lips, pupils dilating.

“Please, Miller,” she gasps. And I’m there in an instant, replacing my fingers with the ruddy tip of my cock. Our eyes lock together, our souls connecting as I fill her inch by inch. The warm, wet welcome of her pussy constricting over my aching cock is pure ecstasy. Rolling my hips, I slide in and out smoothly, building our pleasure with every driving thrust. Her emotions gallop up and down the bond, bringing us closer with every undulation.

“So good. So good,” she chants, moaning every time I go deep. Pulling her down the table, I raise her legs to my shoulders, bending her in two and driving in and out wildly. She’s close,so fucking close. And so am I. My balls tighten, pleasure coiling around my spine and making its way upward. The knot at the base of my cock swells, ready to lock inside my mate. Nirvana.

“Come, Puff. Come screaming my name,” I demand, sliding my hand between us to rub her throbbing clit. The extra pressure sends her tumbling over the edge with a cry as our bodies slap together.

“Miller! Miller! Miller!” she screams, thrashing her head as she tries to shove her pussy down onto my knot. Unwilling to wait, I give her exactly what she needs. With a hard thrust, my knot breaches her tight opening, expanding rapidly as I throw my head back and moan. My abs clench, and my cock kicks, releasing more cum than I thought I would be capable of after her heat.

The orgasm rolls over me. Heaven. Pure fucking heaven.

My legs shake, and I lock my knees, refusing to fall. Sliding my hands around her hips, I grip my girl then lift her toward me. Posie throws her arms around my neck, knowing just what I need. Careful not to tug on her entrance, I lower us onto one of the chairs surrounding the table, collapsing into it with a happy grunt. Posie melts into me, peppering little kisses along my jaw.

“I want to live inside you,” I tell her in a post-orgasmic haze. “Keep us knotted together every minute of every day.”

She giggles at my confession, snuggling me so good.

“It might be hard to catch baseballs with me on your dick…” she laughs, and I mock-growl, hugging her for all I’m worth.

“I don’t care,” I pout. “I’ll just quit.”

She snorts adorably and twists her fingers in my hair, gazing up at me lovingly. “In that case, sounds fine to me.”

Her agreement makes my inner Alpha purr, and even though it’s obviously not possible, knowing she wants me as much as I want her heals another piece of my heart. For the longest time, I was alone in my desire for this relationship. The only one who knew we were scent-matched. But having her this way, bonded, aware, and just as invested—it’s the cure. The end of my turmoil and the start of our happily ever after.

We sit together, basking in the afterglow, until my knot releases. It comes too soon; and with a rush of fluids that leave us messy once more. Completely worth it. Completely perfect.

“Time to clean up again, baby,” I say, lifting her into my arms and heading to yet another bathroom—also filled with everything she could want. Sleepy eyes peer up at me. “Then a nap.”

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