Page 154 of Forged Bonds
With the taunting press on his knot on every thrust and my finger stroking myself, it wasn’t long before I was coming around him, my face pressed into his shoulder. He shuddered but didn’t come, pulling back so I slid down his body to stand on shaky legs. Em yanked the water off and stepped out of the glass stall, toweling himself off before grabbing a fresh towel and gesturing me over.
Soft cotton wrapped around me as he gently rubbed my skin, drying every inch of me from my hair down to my feet. He even stroked the towel over my pussy, watching as I shivered at the grazing touch.
“That’s not going to dry until you’ve fucked me to sleep,” I murmured, but spread my legs for him.
He chuckled deeply, placing his big hands on my thighs and staring worshipfully at my cunt. He leaned in and swiped his tongue along me, gathering my slick. “Mmm,” he hummed. “Guess I can’t get you dry while you’re practically gushing for me.”
I groaned, about to make demands of him, but he swept me into his arms before I could. We made our way out into the master bedroom and our giant over-sized king bed sitting in the middle. It fit all of us and all my mates’ scents were in it. There was a smaller, more intimate nest in another room of the house I’d slowly been adding to in preparation for my next heat, but I would always prefer this room on a day-to-day basis.
Em tossed me down and came to hover over me, plunging his cock into me without wasting any time. I choked on a groan, grabbing his shoulders to drag him down into a kiss. His thrusts were less quick than they’d been in the shower, each movement slow and sensual. As his cock continued to hit my g-spot with unerring accuracy, a whine got stuck in my throat.
Smiling down at me, Emmett paused. “What does my Omega want from me?”
“Harder.”
“I’ve never met anyone more demanding.”
“You love it,” I said, digging my heels into his ass.
His expression softened further and he kissed me. “I love you, Freya,” he murmured when he pulled back.
“Fuck, I love you too.”
The words no longer felt foreign on my tongue. I said them often enough to all five of my mates.
Emmett gave me what I wanted, then. His length plunged into me with more force, bringing me to orgasm easily. Then he used my slick to work his knot into my spasming channel. His cum filled me and he groaned, eyelids fluttering closed and his expression a mask of bliss.
He ground against me until we’d both come another time, then collapsed on top of me, holding himself up just enough he didn’t crush me.
We laid there, pressed together in companionable silence, until his knot softened and he could slip out of me. We were in the middle of another round when Caspian interrupted us, covered in Shan’s scent but raring for more as he tended to be. After that, Shan eventually joined us and finally Oswald and Nolan came to bed. Ozzy had a tendency to get as cuddly with Shan as possible, and I was certain Shan secretly enjoyed it even as he sent elbows back to try to get the big kitty cat off of him.
This was our life now.
Not traditional by any means, but happy.
And that was more than I’d been able to dream of a year ago.
THE END
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