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Grif

S he’d bonded with me.

After everything we’d been through, including me hiding my designation from her, she still loved me enough to bond me.

How did I get to be so lucky?

My heart pulsed with happiness as Verity joined the bond, nestling right there with Dean and AJ. I got a hint of smugness from Dean through our bond.

“Mine,” I told her. Even though we were still locked together, I flipped us so that my body pinned her to the bed. Kissing her lips, my mouth trailed down her throat and collarbone.

Lazily, I lavished attention on one of her breasts. Toying with her nipples with my tongue, I nipped and sucked, enjoying the sweet mews of my sweet kitten until she unlocked me.

My alpha.

She gasped as I bit down gently with my teeth and her eyes widened in anticipation. I gave it a kiss, then turned to the other breast so as not to neglect it.

No. Not there. Dean probably would. He adored her breasts.

I kissed her abs and licked her belly button. Pushing her legs open, I feasted on her sweet pussy. Taking my tongue, I wrote I love you so much on her clit, relishing every wiggle, every moan. Her eyes grew half-lidded as her back arched.

“You like that, don’t you?” I said into her pussy as I rolled her bud between my fingers.

“So much.” Her chest shuddered.

“Come all over my face, Kitten.” I inserted a couple of fingers inside her quivering folds, as I went back to playing her pussy like a piano. Her alpha desire and need grew overwhelming. Part of me was having trouble being patient.

The other part of me loved making her a wanting mess over and over.

Soon.

I kept kissing her, though I moved my kisses to her inner thigh. Tracing her tiny tattoo with my lips, I memorized it because I loved that tiny flower.

Her muscles spasmed around my fingers.

My lips brushed her inner thigh, looking for the perfect place to bite, right by her little tattoo. There. I clamped down at a nice meaty juncture, sinking my teeth into her flesh deep enough to draw blood. Our bond tingled as that second part lit up between us.

“Grif.” Her back arched as I got an onslaught of pleasure from her.

Oh, yes. That was it.

I gently licked the wound.

She laughed. “Your beard tickles.”

“Does it? What about this?” I buried my face in her pussy, more to tickle her with my beard than anything else.

“Grif,” she squealed.

I laughed, then got in bed next to her, pulling the covers over us and resting my head on her breasts.

She stroked my hair and a purr rumbled in her chest, audible, but soft, as we cuddled.

Finally, she kissed my forehead. “I need to use the bathroom. How about if we take a bath?”

“I’d like that. Is there any more wine in the fridge?” That sounded nice. A candlelit bubble bath. Some wine.

More fucking.

“Pretty sure there is. I got some new candles, too.” She disappeared into the bathroom.

The too-small ring was still on my finger, miraculously. I set it on the nightstand so it didn’t get lost. Maybe Dean had a chain so I could wear it around my neck.

Getting out of bed, I opened her closet so I could look in the mirror. There, opposite AJ’s and almost perfectly symmetrical, was her bite.

“Hi.” Verity slipped into the closet and wrapped her arms around me, and we looked at ourselves naked in the mirror.

Her unbound hair was a mess. Mine wasn’t neat either. But we looked happy.

I was happy.

She leaned in and gave me a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Kitten.” I leaned into her.

Wow. I had bonded with all three of my loves–and they’d bonded me back. Everything was now right with the world.