Page 85 of Mating With My Grumpy Alphas
But breathing seemed secondary to the overwhelming sensation of fullness, completion, connection. This was what bonding felt like. Not just physical joining, but something deeper. Something that reached into the very core of what made me omega and what made him alpha.
"Move," I pleaded when the initial adjustment period became unbearable.
He complied, setting a rhythm that was gentle but thorough, each movement designed to build the pleasure slowly rather than rush toward completion. It was maddening and perfect and exactly what my heat-addled body needed.
"You feel incredible," he told me, his voice rough with arousal and something deeper. "Like you were made for this. Made for me."
"I was," I said with the certainty that came from deep biological truth. "We were made for each other."
The rhythm between us built gradually, pleasure layering on pleasure until I couldn't tell where sensation ended and emotion began. This wasn't just sex. This was claiming. This was the creation of something permanent and precious and entirely ours.
"Getting close," he warned me, though I could feel it in the way his movements became more urgent, more focused.
"Me too," I managed, though 'close' seemed inadequate for the building wave of sensation that threatened to sweep me away entirely.
"The bite," he said, his voice strained. "When you're ready, when you're coming, I'll mark you. Make you mine."
"Yes," I said without hesitation, a desperation forming deep inside me. "Yes, claim me. Make me yours."
The permission seemed to unlock something in him, his careful control giving way to something more primal. His movements became deeper, more possessive, and I could feel the knot beginning to form at the base of his length.
"Now," I gasped as the first waves of climax began to crash over me. "Elias, now."
He struck at the moment my orgasm peaked, his teeth finding the juncture of my neck and shoulder with predatory precision. The sharp pain of the bite blended seamlessly with the overwhelming pleasure of knotting, creating a sensation so intense it bordered on transcendent.
The bond snapped into place like a rubber band, sudden and complete and absolutely right. I could feel him in my mind, his emotions flooding through the new connection. Love,possession, fierce protective joy, and underneath it all, the deep satisfaction of an alpha who had successfully claimed his omega.
"Mine," he growled against my neck, his knot locking us together as his body shuddered with release.
"Yours," I agreed, tears streaming down my face from the intensity of it all. "Always yours."
We stayed locked together for long minutes, both of us trying to process what had just happened. The bond hummed between us, new and bright and absolutely unbreakable. I could feel his contentment, his awe at what we'd created together.
"How do you feel?" he asked eventually, his healer's instincts reasserting themselves even in the aftermath of claiming.
"Perfect," I said honestly. "Complete. Like I found something I didn't know I was missing."
"The bond," he said softly. "You can feel it."
"I can feelyou," I corrected. "Your emotions, your satisfaction. It's incredible."
He smiled, pressing gentle kisses to the claiming mark he'd left on my neck. "It'll get stronger as it settles," he told me. "More stable, less overwhelming."
"I don't want it to be less overwhelming," I said, making him laugh.
"Wait until you have three bonds," he said. "Then you might appreciate some stability."
Three bonds. Right. This was just the beginning. I had two more alphas to claim, two more connections to establish. The thought should have been daunting, but instead it was exciting. If bonding with Elias felt this incredible, I could barely imagine what it would be like to have connections to all three of them.
"Are you ready for the others?" he asked gently. "Your heat's going to intensify now that we've started the bonding process."
As if summoned by his words, I could feel that wave of fire shifting in my body. The satisfaction of one successful claimingwas already giving way to the need for more. For completion with my entire pack.
"Not yet," I said, settling more comfortably against him. "A few more minutes. I want to enjoy this first."
"Take all the time you need," he assured me. "We have days. No rushing, no pressure."
But even as he said it, I could hear movement in the kitchen. Wes and Rhett, staying close but giving us space. Waiting for their turn to claim their omega. To establish their own unbreakable connections.
