Page 73 of The Princess and the Pack

I whimper then, overcome by his passionate declaration, and the way he feels pressed against my heated skin.

Oran groans, scenting my perfume in the air. He moves us once more, quick as an asp, so that he hovers above me.

Words aren’t required now. Not as he notches the head of his cock at my waiting cunt and drives into me with brutal, toe-curling force. Every stroke speaks to his hunger for me, his unrelenting love. Each strangled sound from his lips is a symphony lifting me higher towards the heavens.

My alpha wraps my legs around his waist, leaning forward to suck at the skin where his bond mark permanently lives. The weight of him, the thrumming pleasure radiating from where he bit me, is all it takes to have me pulsing around his length. I come apart for him as he whispers filth and praise.

“I’m going to live in this cunt, love. Going to make it mine and fuck it whenever I please. And you’re going to let me, aren’t you? You’ll never deny me what’s mine.”

Oran’s words are a hot rasp at my ear when his knot breaches me. Pressure, so much blissful fucking pressure as he fills me so beautifully. White-hot euphoria bursts from within, blanketing my vision with millions of stars.

I can’t speak, can’t think beyond his lips stamping reverent kisses to my face and his hands which soothe my shaking limbs.

All I know is pleasure.

All I am is his.

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Midnight hangslike a curtain across the sky, shrouding the world in darkness. I’m roused by the scent of the earth dampened by rain and the warmth of a broad alpha body curling around me. His touch is delicate, sweeping the hair from my throat to trace the new mark Oran gave me.

Mate.

“It’s beautiful, omega. You’re such a treasure, giving your body to your alphas.”

My alpha who smells of burning wood and sweet smoke groans, his voice thick with sleep. “A fucking goddess. Our beautiful blessing from Fate.”

I want to respond, to bask in their soft words and admiration. But I’m so tired—so warm and safe between them.

“Her heat won’t be far off now. A day, maybe two.”

My heat. That sounds nice—so very nice.

My heat. My alphas. My nest.

“We need to tell Cillian?—”

“He knows.”

Cillian. My raven-haired king with his crystal eyes. He should be here too.

I don’t want to be upset with him anymore. His tender heart and good intentions made a mess of things but in love, there must be room for forgiveness. Without it, how can we ever expect to grow together?

I’ll tell him—tomorrow maybe. I’ll welcome him back into my heart and make us all pack.

Tomorrow.I sigh—a deep, contented sound—and let sleep grab hold of my hands to drag me under once more.

The moment Oran sank his teeth into our mate’s perfect neck, I felt the bond light up with his fiery spirit. I could hardly believe it at first, given his stubborn fucking aversion to happiness. But sure enough, that sappy bastard carved out his place beside Ivy in my heart.

Oran’s presence isn’t as vivid as hers, of course. Nor does he set my soul on fire with the same passion I possess for our omega. But having my packmate take his rightful place in our bond nearly brought tears to my eyes. I’ve known the loyalty of Oran’s loving heart through his years of friendship, but it’s no match for getting to glimpse right into his soul.

We’re one step closer now to everything we’ve always wanted. All that’s left is mending this last rift with Cillian and Ivy.

I wish he would have come to spend the night in the nest. Our little omega would have welcomed his presence, especially so close to her heat. Every day its effects on her grow stronger—the haze an ever-present heaviness in the bond. If the king doesn’t move quickly and prove himself to our queen, he’ll never allow himself to partake in it.

That won’t fucking do. We need to be a unified front for our mate. By the time we see her through this heat, her family will be back on Namarian soil. Better we all bond with her before that happens so they can see how serious we are about taking care of Ivy in all the ways she needs.

It’s too early to get out of bed. Especially when my petal is so blessedly bare and snug in her nest. The linens smell of her sweet apple cake scent, of sex and all things sensual. I want nothing more than to wake her with my tongue in her beautiful cunt. Let her greet the day with bliss and then fuck my knot into her until she can’t take it any longer.

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