Page 122 of Running on Empty

I silenced him, unable to hear another word of that, because I knew, we knew. We still checked in regularly with Charlie via telehealth, as a pack and Ash on his own and we’d all noticed the change. He was still dictatorial and a total perfectionist, but… In allowing us our imperfections. No, in glorying in them, he seemed to stop holding us at arm’s length and develop some grace about his own. His lips pressed against my palm, just one little kiss, before I snatched my hand away and stole that with my mouth. He dragged me down, holding me against his chest so I heard the rapid patter of his heart spike, right before he did this.

“You’re mine now, Stevie, and you’re never ever getting away. I can’t let you. I just fucking can’t.”

“That works out fine,” I purred, nuzzling into his neck, then nipping at the skin. “Now be a good boy and make me your mate.”

That guttural growl, I never would get used to that, so I laughed as he shoved my head to one side, baring the other side of my neck. But it was choked off, my cunt clamping down on him as he bit deep.

Ash was like a raindrop at the end of your finger, bright and crystalline and refracting the sunlight within its shining surface, but if the tension shifted? He’d shatter into a million tiny droplets, leaving you bereft. But not now. I grabbed him, held him close and would never, ever let go.

And he wouldn’t let me.

I felt his cum jet inside me, my own orgasm rushing up in sympathy, wanting, needing everything he had to give and then some more.

“C’mere.”

Ronan pulled me half onto his lap sometime later. I felt the tugs of his brother’s knots as he did so then let out a whine, but he just stroked my face with his hands until I settled.

“You claimed me first,” he said.

“You needn’t sound so fucking smug about it,” Ash grumbled.

“And I’ve never been prouder of anything in my life,” Ronan continued, ignoring him but not me. The pads of his forefingers smoothed down my cheekbones. “I dream of the moment when your fangs sank into me over and over, and each time I wake up with tears in my eyes.”

“Why—?” I started to ask, stiffening.

“Happy things.” He shot me a crooked smile. “Of course, I will relive that moment. It was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“But…” I said with growing trepidation.

“But I need more. I always fucking will, Stevie, because that’s what I’m like. I’m not a good boy, not a civilised boy. Instead, I’m that feral kid who was raised by wolves, who can barely speak in sentences.”

“You’re doing pretty well right now,” I told him, letting out a breath and then really looking at him. “Whatever you need, you know I’ll give you. Always, Ronan.”

“Always is what I want,” he said with a quick nod, then reached down, gently teasing my oversensitive clit until the rest of us were groaning, because one more orgasm expelled his brothers’ knots and just left me. “My girl.”

Hewas riding Ronan, I could see that in the glitter of his eyes and the sharpening of his smile.

“I’ll love you when you’re covered with the blood of your enemies, especially if you let me be the one to make them bleed. I’ll love you when the sun rises and sets, when the moon shines down, turning you to silver and I’ll love you covered in my brother’s cum.” His grin widened. “But I’ll love you the most when you’re covered in mine.”

I climbed onto his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“You gonna bite me, wolf boy?” I asked him and he chuckled at the note of challenge.

“Only every time you ask for it and sometimes when you don’t.” He held me close, just breathing my scent in before I felt him rear back. “Always, omega, give me always.”

And as his fangs sank into my neck, I knew I would.

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