Page 115 of Patiently Yours
“Is this okay?” He looks up at me, still kissing the spot as I nod my head repeatedly. “With words, Omega.”
“Yes, it’s perfect,” I respond.
He gives a small hum. “That’s a good girl,” he murmurs just before he drives his canines into the spot and pierces the skin. I cry out, my fingers sliding into his hair so I can hold him against me. I feel his cheekiness first, then an arousal stirring just below the surface. He pulls off, groaning as he licks over the mark to secure it. Then he pulls himself up and angles his neck towards me.
I feel his anticipation just before I bite into his neck, a lovely adoration mixed with impatient excitement. The second the bond clicks, he grinds into me tenuously. We hold each other, feeling the thrill of each other for the first time. It’s playful, passionate, and completely sensational.
“You have to let me bite her, too.Thenwe can jump into the sex part of bonding,” Ciro quips very close to us. I can feel my alphas’ amusement and it’s glorious to finally be able to relish in it.
“Sorry, Ci,” Kendall replies but he doesn’t take his eyes off mine. “I can be patient.”
I snicker at him. “That doesn’t feel likely.”
“You’re going to get punished for that one, Kelmeckis.” His smile is full of mischief as he gives me a final kiss. “Now, be good for your beta.”
“Always.”
Ciro moves on top of me as soon as Kendall scoots away, and he licks his lips as a nervous tick.
Betas can bond with both alphas and omegas, but it’s temporary. That doesn’t make this feel any less meaningful, though. If anything, I’m excited for all of our future bondings. It’s something we get to have just for us, something that I hope shows Ciro how special he is to me in every single way.
He leans down to kiss my neck a few times, and when his lips brush against the bond mark from Atlas, a shiver runs through my body.
“Doe, I want you to choose,” he says in a breathy whisper. “One day, you will have had my mark on every single remnant of skin. But I want you to choose the first one. I want it to be special.”
The thought has me arching my back, our bodies molding together.
“Here.” I point to the spot where my shoulder meets my neck. “I want you here. When I ran into you all those months ago, you had touched me here, steadying me after helping me up. It burned into me, even then. I want to remember that always.”
There’s a glossy sheen in his eyes as he cradles my face. “You are the most perfect person. I am so lucky that you ran into me that day. So fucking lucky. I love you.”
He kisses me, and it’s the best kiss I’ve ever had. We almost forget what we’re doing as we get lost in it, but then he pulls back and immediately sinks his teeth into the juncture of myshoulder. The movement is so alluring as he deepens the bite without hesitation, locking us together. He uses his hand to pull me to his opposing shoulder, encouraging me to bite him in the same spot.
The second I puncture the skin, everything clicks into place. My goofy, loving beta is suddenly so much more as I feel his sincere and intense emotions flood me. He’s an array of sunshine with a ton of depth, and all of it is suddenly mine to honor.
“Fuck.” His husky whisper meets my ear as we cling to one another. Beta marks may be temporary, but the way I feel Ciro light up when he runs his tongue over the mark makes it feel anything but. I’m so lucky I get to do this with him over and over again for the rest of our lives.
I have a freaking pack.
“How are you feeling, doe?” he whispers, kissing around the hollow bite.
I hum, a smile painted on my face, my eyes shut with glee. “I feel utterly and completely loved,” I start before pausing to sit up and look at them. “Thank you for being patient with me. Thank you for loving me even when I didn’t know how to let you.”
“Omega,” Atlas hums, “we would have waited years. Decades. You are not only worth the wait, you areeverything.”
My eyes begin to well with tears, but now we all know they’re happy tears, my joy shouting from the bonds. It’s overwhelming, but also so breathtaking. I can feel them so clearly, and it’s already becoming my new favorite normal. Something I crave with everything inside me.
I am theirs, and they are mine, and our pack is officially complete.
FIFTY-FIVE
It’s been two days now of Stacia decorating and reorganizing her nest. She loved the room and floor plan. She was ecstatic about the walk-in closet and the black out curtains, and loved that she could make the room her own in any way she wanted. She chose lots of yellows, a mixture of silk and cotton. There’s layers and layers of golden canopy dripping from the ceiling like honey, and what used to be hardwood flooring is now soft and completely covered by memory foam.
Every time we thought Stacia was happy with the way the room looked, she found an issue with it and rearranged everything. This morning, she asked Atlas to go to the store and get a different shade of yellow for a few of the pillows, but it had to be the same pillow.If they don’t have it, that’s okay,she had said but there were tears in her eyes, like she was trying to convince herself it was okay.
If I hadn’t already read so many articles about nesting, I’d be worried, but everything seems to be going according to plan.
Atlas has had the most trouble since the nesting started. As our prime, he’s normally in control. He knows exactly what to do and say when the rest of us are struggling, but he hasn’tbeen able to help Stacia. She’s hormonal and compulsive, and he wants to make her feel better without much avail.
