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Her body arches up to meet mine with an intensity that sets every nerve in me on fire. Her nails scrape along my skin as she clutches me. She's so slick, so impossibly ready, and it drives me wild with the need to thrust deeper, to make her feel every inch of me.
Her soft cries fill the room, rising above the sounds of the others, and the way she moves beneath me is like nothing I've ever experienced. It's everything I need and more, and it makes me want to claim her until we are both completely undone.
Alex and Jonathan are barely a foot away, their attention on Fox and the way he writhes between them, but the sounds of their pleasure only feed my own. Through it all, Storm is my focus. Her mouth opens in a whimper, her legs wrap tight around me, her entire body strains to pull me closer, hold me tighter.
Her heat clenches around me, tight and perfect and so slick I could drown in the sensation. Each thrust draws a desperate sound from her throat, each roll of my hips brings me closer to the edge. My knot swells, catching at her entrance with each thrust.
"Give it to me," she demands. "I need it. Need you." Her words are like a command and they send me hurtling toward the edge.
I growl, primal and possessive, pushing into her with one final claiming thrust. My knot swells, locking us together as pleasure crashes through me, as the pressure of her body holds me in place. Her back arches sharply, a cry tearing from her throat as she shudders beneath me, her release washing over her in powerful waves.
Colors explode behind my eyes as I empty into her, as everything that is me spills out and fills her, as I experience the primal satisfaction of knowing she's taken everything I have to give. Her scent spikes, dark chocolate and arousal, a perfect harmony that surrounds me completely and spreads a delicious warmth through my veins. Every inch of her is tighter and hotter than I could have imagined, and I'm nothing more than instinct and need and the desperate desire to claim.
The need to claim and bond her rises, overwhelming and undeniable. My mouth finds the junction of her neck and shoulder, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. I hesitate for one heartbeat, one moment of clarity in the storm of instinct and desire.
"Mine," I whisper against her skin, asking—offering.
"Yours," she agrees, tilting her head to give me better access. "Claim me, Rook."
My teeth break her skin as my knot pulses inside her, the twin sensations of claiming and being claimed rushing through us both.
The bond snaps into place between us with an almost audible click, like the final piece of a puzzle finding its home. Suddenly, I can feel her—not just her body around mine, buther, her essence, her very soul connecting with mine.
A golden warmth blooms in my chest, pulsing in time with our synchronized heartbeats. Through this new connection, I can feel everything she feels—her pleasure, her relief, her surrender—not submission, never that, but a fierce acceptance of what we are together. Her emotions flood into me, overwhelming in their intensity.
Her love crashes over me like a tidal wave—so pure that it steals my breath. Years of longing, of holding onto the promise of us, of fighting against a system determined to keep us apart. She has endured so much, fought so hard, and all while keeping her heart open for me. The depth of her devotion staggers me.
I lick the mark, soothing the sting as she trembles in my arms. We're locked together, physically and now with the bond humming between us like a live wire.
"Rook," she sighs.
I hold her tightly, the purr in my chest loud as I take care of my omega. We lie tangled together as our heartbeats slow, as the initial desperation of heat eases into something warmer, more intimate. Storm's fingers trace patterns on my chest, her eyes heavy-lidded but still alert, tracking every expression that crosses my face.
"I didn't know it would feel like this," she murmurs, wonder in her voice.
I press my lips to her forehead, inhaling her scent, now marked with my own. "Like what?"
"Like finding home," she says softly, the words barely audible. "Like everything finally makes sense."
I tighten my arms around her, protective and possessive all at once.
"You are home."
Chapter39
Storm
I'm trapped in the most delicious way, Rook's knot keeping us locked together as his scent, now tinged with something darker, more possessive, wraps around me like a blanket.
But it's what's happening inside me that leaves me breathless. The bond between us pulses like a second heartbeat in my chest, a deep presence that wasn't there before. I can feel him, his emotions flowing into me through the connection that now binds us together.
Love washes over me in waves—his love, a devotion so fierce it makes my throat tight. Years of waiting, of hoping, of fighting just to find me again. I feel his relief at finally having me in his arms, his protectiveness, his joy that nearly bursts through my own chest. The sensation is so intense that tears spring to my eyes. How could one person feel this much for me?
His chest rumbles against mine in a steady purr, the sound vibrating through me, soothing the raw edges of my need. I nuzzle into his neck, inhaling the scent of us together—dark chocolate melding with strawberries in a way that feels impossibly right.
The claim mark at the junction of my neck and shoulder pulses with each beat of my heart, still tender but in the most satisfying way.
Claimed. Bonded. His. The reality of it should frighten me, but all I feel is a bone-deep contentment unlike anything I've experienced before.
