Page 90 of Mating With My Grumpy Alphas
"Fuck," I breathed, overwhelmed by the intensity of her response. "You're incredible."
"I'm yours," she corrected. "Make me prove it."
The challenge in her voice was exactly what my alpha instincts had been waiting for. I flipped her over without warning, positioning her on her hands and knees in a display of dominance that made her moan with need.
"This what you want?" I asked, running my hands possessively over the curve of her back, the flare of her hips. "Want me to take you like this?"
"Yes," she gasped, pushing back against me. "Like this. Show me what it means to be owned by you."
I entered her in one smooth thrust, both of us crying out at the intensity of the connection. She was ready for me, more than ready, her body welcoming the invasion with enthusiastic acceptance.
"Harder," she demanded when I started with careful movements. "Don't treat me like I'm fragile. I'mnotfragile."
The fierce certainty in her voice shattered the last of my restraint. I gave her what she was asking for, setting a rhythm that was deep and powerful and unmistakably claiming. Each thrust was a statement of ownership, a declaration that she belonged to me as completely as I belonged to her.
"Yes," she sobbed, her voice breaking with pleasure. "Like that. Exactly like that."
I could feel Wes and Elias watching, their own arousal spiking as they witnessed their omega being claimed with such intensity. But there was no jealousy, no competition. Just the deep satisfaction of alphas watching their pack bond reach completion.
"You're taking it so well," I told her, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. "Taking everything I'm giving you and asking for more."
"Because I'm yours," she panted. "Because this is what I was made for."
The submission in her words was absolute, but it wasn't broken or defeated. It was fierce, chosen, powerful in its complete surrender. She wasn't giving up her strength. She was weaponizing it, using it to take everything I could give and transform it into something beautiful.
"Getting close," I warned her, feeling the familiar pressure building at the base of my spine.
"Me too," she gasped. "Rhett, I'm so close it hurts."
"The bite," I said, my voice barely recognizable. "When you come, I'm going to mark you. Going to make you mine forever."
"Do it," she demanded. "Claim me. Complete our pack."
The words triggered something fundamental in me, every instinct I possessed focusing on the single goal of marking this omega as mine. My movements became more urgent, more focused, driven by biological imperatives older than civilization.
"Now," she screamed as her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave. "Rhett, now!"
I struck at the moment her orgasm peaked, my teeth finding the back of her neck in the traditional position for final claiming. The bite was deeper than the others, more permanent, marking her as completely and irrevocably owned.
The bond that formed was like lightning, sudden and overwhelming and absolutely transformative. But this time, instead of connecting just to her, I could feel all of them. Wes's protective satisfaction, Elias's gentle joy, Willa's complete surrender and contentment. We weren't just bonded pairs anymore. We were a pack.
"Mine," I growled against her neck, my knot locking us together as my body shuddered with the most intense orgasm of my life.
"Ours," she corrected, and I could feel the truth of it through all three bonds. She didn't belong to any one of us. She belonged to all of us, just as we all belonged to each other.
As my knot locked us together, I carefully helped her settle between all three of us. She was exhausted but glowing, her scent carrying the complex markers of a completely bonded omega. Safe, satisfied, owned in the best possible way.
"How do you feel?" Elias asked, his healer's instincts making him check for any signs of distress.
"Complete," she said softly. "For the first time in my life, I feel complete."
"Three bonds," Wes said with wonder. "I can feel all of you."
"Pack bonds," I corrected. "The real thing."
But even as we basked in the afterglow of completed bonding, I could sense something building in Willa. The heat wasn't finished with us yet. If anything, the establishment of full pack bonds had triggered something deeper, more intense.
"It's not over," she said, confirming my suspicions. "The heat's not breaking. It's getting stronger."
