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Primal satisfaction wracked his body as Emmy flipped Rocco onto his back. The move left his mate lying on the streaks of cum Emmy had left across the grass, rubbing it into his skin and making the surrounding air ripe with their combined scents.

His vision whited out as the delicious intrusion in his ass made of Rocco’s power thrust in and out, perfectly targeting the spot inside him that was only driving him more and more wild. His cock was aching so badly, it was like the hurricane of an orgasm he’d just experienced hadn’t even happened.

“You don’t want me on my knees?” Rocco asked, trying for nonchalance. It didn’t work because Emmy could hear his racing heartbeat and smell his desperation.

“I’m too worked up to handle a half-completed bond. Need you to bite me at the same time I bite you. Can you do that?” Emmy asked.

“Yeah.”

“Use your magic to protect yourself if I’m too rough.”

Rocco smirked. “Not a fucking chance. You’d never hurt me more than I wanted. ”

Emmy’s nostrils flared as he tried to slow his panting breaths. He was losing control. If he was honest, he’d never got it back after Rocco was taken from him at the bridge.

“Ready?” he asked, giving his mate one more chance to slow things down.

“Mate me. Make me yours.”

He did his best to hold himself back as he gripped his cock around its base and pressed it to Rocco’s body. Resisting the urge to push deep too fast, he gently rocked forward until the head pushed through the ring of muscle, pausing to give his mate a chance to adjust.

At least, that’s what he meant to do. Rocco was having none of it.

The magic stroking into Emmy’s ass shoved him forward too quickly to brace against, and he howled in pleasure as he finally buried himself as deep inside his mate as he could go.

Pure instinct took over as his hips thrust again and again without conscious thought.

The air chilled suddenly as Rocco lost control of his power, but the magic touching Emmy’s body only multiplied as his mate used tendrils of warm air to explore every inch of his body, narrowing in on the spots that made him gasp in pleasure.

The sensitive spots just inside his hip bone and under his ears. His nipples. His balls.

In return, he angled every thrust until Rocco was a swearing, trembling body of need beneath him, using his shifter senses to analyse each response and find the movements that would give him everything.

At some point, Emmy had closed his eyes, the pleasure too much. When he opened them, he just about came on the spot. Rocco’s face was a vision of ecstasy as his body strained beneath Emmy’s, rocking up to meet each hard thrust.

“Fuck, I love you,” Rocco gasped, meeting his gaze.

It was those words that threw them over the edge.

Emmy’s cock thickened and flexed inside Rocco’s perfect, willing body, and his gums ached as his fangs lengthened.

Rocco’s warm, strong hand wrapped behind his neck, pulling him down until Emmy’s lips were pressed to his throat. The place where he’d bond them.

“Do it.”

“Love you so much,” Emmy gasped, and then his teeth sank deep into muscle and his mate’s blood flooded across his tongue.

His hips jerked forward again as Rocco’s teeth sank into him in return, and he almost didn’t notice their simultaneous orgasms as the bond snapped into place between them, everything subsumed by the soul-deep sensations rocking through him.

The shifter magic in him sank into Rocco’s soul as the elemental magic in his mate claimed him right back.

It was more than he could’ve hoped for. The bond was every bit as rich as one with a shifter would’ve been.

As the bond settled into place like it had always been there, he felt his mate’s pleasure as if it was his own, revelling in the possessive desire echoing between them.

A sensation of overwhelming pressure drew his attention back to the purely physical.

Another howl left him as he thrust forward hard and felt his knot swell inside his mate’s body, locking them together.

Nerve endings he’d never experienced fired to life, and every orgasm he’d ever had paled into insignificance compared to the satisfaction of his body filling his mate’s so completely.

He came so hard he could feel the pressure of his cum spurting inside Rocco, filling him.

Rocco contracted around him again in response, milking his cock even more as his cries of pleasure rang out in the cold winter air.

“Fuck, you’re big,” Rocco groaned when they could finally breathe again.

Emilio nuzzled down into his mate’s shoulder, mouthing over the broken skin where he’d bitten him as he rolled them onto their sides, still tied together by his new anatomy.

His own bite was already healed courtesy of his shifter magic, but Rocco’s would take longer.

As would the recovery from taking his knot, he thought, wincing.

“Too big?” he asked.

Rocco huffed a laugh against his jaw, stroking a strong hand down his back. “Don’t worry, puppy. I’ll be fine.”

“You’re human. I could’ve injured you.”

“I’m a witch,” Rocco corrected. “And the bond will improve my healing. I’ll be fine.”

“How do you know so much about it?” Emilio asked, pulling back a little so he could see his mate’s face and stroke his fingers through his hair.

“I grew up surrounded by people working for the Council. I know a lot about all sorts of supernatural species and how they relate to each other.”

Emilio’s knot was still throbbing, setting off little sparks of less intense climaxes as it did, but it was easier to concentrate now.

Through the new bond between them, Rocco was a constant presence in his awareness—a collection of emotions and something that was just him .

It was that awareness that finally reassured him he hadn’t hurt his mate.

That Rocco was every bit as excited and awestruck by what they’d done as he was.

“No regrets?” Emilio asked, even though he could sense the answer.

Rocco pressed his lips to his in a gentle kiss. “Only that we didn’t do it sooner.”

When they finally managed to peel themselves off the forest floor and make their way back to Rocco’s bike, they rode together to the packhouse. Emilio would’ve preferred his loft, but they had to pay their respects to their Alpha as a newly mated pair.

To his surprise, despite the early hour, the house was filled with people. The scents of bacon and orange juice floated out to them on the breeze as they pulled up outside.

Marco was there to greet them as they reached the door, the light from the rising sun casting an orange glow around them.

“Congratulations,” Marco said, reaching out to scent and embrace them both. “I suggest you go sneak a quick shower and change before you come and find everyone. You reek.”

Emilio huffed a breath and shook his head at his cousin. “Is this punishment for me disappearing all those years? Ambushing us with a pack party with the bond barely settled?”

Marco’s smile looked tired and worn. “There’s little enough to celebrate right now. Let the pack share in your happiness. And the MC.”

“Blaze is here?” Rocco asked, surprise in his voice.

“The whole MC conclave is.”

“How?” Emilio asked.

“You were gone a while,” Marco said, voice wry.

Neither of them was prepared for the welcome they received when they emerged a short while later, only slightly delayed by the need to sate their still-overflowing desires in the shower on the way.

Like Marco had said, it was genuine happiness he saw in each person who pulled them into an embrace.

Happiness for their bond. Happiness for them .

They’d both lingered on the outskirts for so long that it was strange to suddenly exist in the centre.

Looking over at Rocco, Emilio felt the same surprise and warmth in him as he was experiencing.

The sensation that the last piece had fallen into place, and New Trinity was finally home.