Page 66 of Isla

He drifted in and out of me once more, licking and kissing my wound. Each lap tightened the bond, warming my veins with love.

“Did you scent match?” Harrison growled. He and Finn took a seat at the head of the bed, watching, but King wasn’t leaving my body and I wasn’t sure I wanted him to either.

My eyes locked onto Harrison’s and I tried to nod, but whispered, “He smells of…” I stopped myself from saying it.

“You taste sweet,” King murmured and got back to lapping at my skin, taking away the sting. He kissed the wound, and I hissed at the ache.

“A little more,” he said, moving to my face, claiming my lips as he had my soul. “And then I’m sure I’ll deflate.”

I smiled. “You’re sure. You mean you’re not sure?”

“I haven't knotted anyone before,” he whispered as I gazed into his eyes. Eyes that showed the soft lines of age and years of sufferance at what he couldn't do. “You’re my first and only.”

“You should have waited for me to present my neck to you,” I said with a little malice in my tone because it felt right. This felt right. The bind that joined our souls.

“Yes, you should,” Harrison growled. “She’s my wife, and I found her. I should’ve claimed her first.”

Finn slapped Harrison across his back. “Stop being petulant. Isla is ours now. We found our omega and you should be happy she’s claimed not arguing about it.”

“Am I squashing you baby?” King asked.

I shook my head. I should tell him off for calling me baby, but I was getting used to the term of endearment as much as the knot lodged inside me.

And he was squashing me, but I liked his weight on my body. It gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling that made me feel wanted. My eyes dropped, feeling heavy as drowsiness rolled over, finding me so quickly.

“Run a bath,” King whispered as my eyes dropped and I drifted in and out of sleep.

I don’t know how much later I woke, but it was to a soft kiss on my neck, and me immersed in deep warm water. More kisses dropped on my jaw, my neck, my shoulders. It was Harrison behind me in the bath, his finger stroking over my bond mark.

“Harrison,” I murmured.

“Go back to sleep.” He purred as I leaned around and turned to him. “It’s okay, I won’t let you go.”

“Thank you for finding me, Harrison,” I murmured.

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