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I was happy. Happier than I'd ever been, satisfied in ways I hadn't known were possible, and ready for whatever came next.
Because this was just the beginning. I had two more alphas to bond with, two more claiming marks to receive, two more connections to build that would complete our pack forever.
But for now, I was content to lie in Micah's arms, feeling his knot slowly ease, feeling our bond settle into something warm and permanent and perfect.
This was what love felt like when you were brave enough to accept it.
And I was finally, finally brave enough for everything my heart had ever wanted.
Chapter 23
Kit
Micah's knot had finally eased, leaving me floating in a haze of satisfaction and the warm glow of our newly formed bond. I could feel him in the back of my mind now. Not his thoughts, but his emotions, his contentment, his overwhelming love. It was like having a piece of sunshine permanently tucked into my consciousness.
But my heat was far from over. If anything, being claimed by one alpha had intensified my need for the others, the bond with Micah stoking my heat into something hungrier, more demanding. My body was already beginning to crave the completion that would come from bonding with Reed and Jonah.
Reed had been watching from across the room with the focused intensity of a predator restraining himself, his green eyes dark with want and barely leashed control. When Micah finally pulled away from me, pressing one last tender kiss to hisclaiming mark on my neck, Reed's whole body went taut with anticipation.
"My turn?" His voice was rougher than I'd ever heard it, gravelly with desire and the kind of dominant energy that made my omega instincts sing with recognition.
"Please," I whispered, already reaching for him.
Reed moved with purpose, not the gentle patience Micah had shown but with the confidence of an alpha who knew exactly what he wanted and intended to take it. He settled over me, his larger frame making me feel deliciously small and protected, his scent surrounding me like a cocoon of leather and spice.
I could smell how my scent had changed now that I carried Micah's mark. Vanilla and honey layered with something richer, more complex. The combination seemed to affect Reed intensely, his pupils dilating as he breathed me in.
"Christ, you smell incredible," he said, his hands framing my face with a possessiveness that sent heat spiraling through me. "Micah's mark mixed with your heat... it's driving me insane."
His thumb traced over my bottom lip, and without thinking, I parted my lips to draw it into my mouth. Reed's eyes flashed with something primal and satisfying.
"That's my good girl," he murmured, and the praise made me whimper with need. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"
His good girl. The possessive endearment made something clench low in my belly, my body responding to the dominant energy he carried so naturally.
"I want to find out," I said, surprising myself with my boldness.
Reed's smile was sharp and full of promise. "Oh, you will. I'm going to show you exactly what you do to me, sweetheart. But first..."
His mouth crashed down on mine with none of Micah's gentle exploration. This was claiming, pure and simple. Hot and demanding and perfectly matched to the fire building in my veins. When his teeth caught my bottom lip, when he sucked hard enough to make me gasp, I felt every nerve ending in my body light up with want.
"I need to taste you," Reed growled against my mouth. "Need to make you come on my tongue before I claim you properly."
The filthy promise sent a shock of arousal straight through me. "Reed..."
"What, baby? Tell me what you want."
What did I want? I wanted his mouth on me, his hands holding me down, his complete and total focus on my pleasure.
"I want you to taste me," I said, my voice breathy with need. "I want your mouth."
"Good girl," Reed praised again, beginning to kiss his way down my body with the single-minded determination of a man on a mission. "I'm going to make you scream my name."
Reed's approach was completely different from Micah's gentle worship. Where Micah had been reverent, Reed was possessive. Where Micah had asked permission, Reed took what he wanted with the confidence of an alpha who knew his touch was welcome. He sucked marks into my skin as he moved down my body, claiming me in ways that would be visible for days.
"Mine," he growled against the curve of my breast before taking my nipple into his mouth with enough intensity to make me arch off the bed. "All mine."
His hands held my hips down when I tried to writhe, his strength a reminder of exactly how powerful he was and how completely I was at his mercy. The thought should have scared me, but instead it sent another wave of arousal through my system.
