Page 160 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“Jonas, I… I’m so sorry.” My head ducked in mortification, cheeks blazing.
Jonas cupped my face with his hands, tipping it back up. His eyes were full of love, not anger, as his thumb stroked my jaw. “Nothing to be sorry about. I’d love your bite. Also, Dean’s going to demand it, I’m sure. He wanted to ask you to mark him the night of the gala.”
“Oh. I…” I was so close to coming. Need overrode everything rational in my brain.
I want.
Leaning in, he kissed me, long and deep. “Claim us, Verity. Take us. Make us all yours. None of this changes your pretty island wedding with Grif. All the rest of us need is a place in your heart.”
Take him.
Something primal rose in me. My inner alpha wanted to sink her teeth into the beautiful tattooed alpha under her, claiming him, making himhers.
“Mine.” The word ripped from my lips, urgent and feral. My orgasm ripped through me and I locked his cock tight, squeezing it.
Mine.
My aching teeth sunk into his flesh, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth.
Pain shot through my shoulder. Not the one that was bandaged, but the other. The warm, sweet pain made my pussy throb and pulse around the cock locked inside me as Jonas pulled my hair.
I licked the bite, my teeth marks red against his skin.
Pretty mark.
Oh, yes, my Jonas would look so lovely with my bite on his neck.
“There you are, Sweet Girl. Right there where you belong.” Jonas licked the bite on my shoulder.
My chest felt heavy in a good way, like a magnetic force drew me to him. Something sparked in my heart, right next to Grif.
Love, pleasure, and devotion sluiced over me.
Jonas cuddled me to him. “I love you. We were so fucking scared when you got shot. You’ll be okay. I’m fucking proud of you for barking at Derva, standing up for yourself, and protecting those you love. We all love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, too.” I laid my head on his shoulder. We stayed that way as the water cooled, the bubbles fading, curled together, just us.
Mine.
Chapter Forty-Nine
AJ
“More. More, Alpha, please. I need your knot so badly.” Grif’s whine cut through me.
“I’m going to knot you and fill you up,” I crooned, sinking my knot into his slick and needy ass. One hand stroked his hard cock, with the other wrapped around his throat.
He always looked so beautiful wearing my hand as a necklace as he begged for my knot.
“Come for me.” I took him hard and fast from behind, his hands and knees sinking into the pillows and blankets that littered the mostly enclosed nest.
Grif hadn’t stopped begging for my knot–and Verity–since he’d awoken. I had no idea what time it was or how long had passed.
Or where I’d put my phone.
“Alpha.” He came all over my hand as my cum filled his ass.
“I’m right here. You take me so good.” I’d never seen him like this. At least this felt like what a normal heat should be. Not the awkward, shitty heats he’d been unfortunate enough to have in the past.
