Page 97 of Into the Fire: After

Her cries slowed and faded, and she folded herself around me. I held her to my chest, the two of us breathing in tandem. My fingers ran back and forth over her sweat-slicked back, and she purred.

My omega purred for me. Because of me.

A tear dropped from my eye. Nothing had ever been this perfect. Except the last time I’d fucked and bonded the people I loved most in the world.

Working carefully, without pulling out of her, I rolled us so she lay beneath me, her head on a thin but plush pink pillow. I hooked one of her legs over my arm and stroked into my girl.

A growl-purr hybrid filled the room, pure fucking debauchery. Her nipples could probably cut fucking glass, her body already aching for another orgasm.

Well. If I must.

I pumped into her, long and slow and deep. Taryn arched beneath me, her dark hair fanned out around her. A strand crossed over her throat like a choker. Sweat droplets glistened on her heated skin, color spreading.

“I’m gonna fuck you, sweetness,” I said between gritted teeth. “Gonna pound into you until you’re draining me dry. Then I’m gonna sink my teeth in you. You like that?”

“Yessss.”

“Want my dick so deep in you you’ll never get me out?”

“Yes, Brooks, please.”

I unleashed. Every yearning moment of the last year, every time I’d remembered mine was the only bond she didn’t have, every heated kiss that I’d been tempted to just bite down and do it already—they all flooded out of me as I snapped my hips into hers again and again. One hand gripped her thigh, holding her open. The other found her slick clit and rubbed tight circles, trying as best I could to match the speed I’d felt her knuckles move against me moments ago.

My fingers tingled. Stars burst in front of my eyes. Sparks shot through every vein. I throbbed. Body flayed open and raw.

Taryn, my world. My omega. My partner. My sweet treat. My love.

“Oh, holy fuck.”

My climax cleaved me, tore me to shreds. I collapsed atop my also shrieking omega, found the swell of her breast I’d chosen to leave my mark. Clamped down.

Thick, hot iron flooded my mouth.

Still, I came.

Fuck, it was never-ending.

Her cunt spasmed again.

Taryn was coming.

I came again.

Hands grabbing my arm. Lips inside the crook of my elbow. Sharp slice of teeth. And then—

There she was. The last piece of my heart lit up like a marquee. Her molten bond, hissing and steaming, opened up wide and invited me in.

I surrendered myself to the lava.

Brea

Atlast,ourpackwas linked in blood. Fully, irrevocably.

The alphas had already decided that our bites would come immediately after Taryn’s and Brooks’. Only once we were all linked to our omega would we then close the circuit, so to speak.

Blood dripped down Lin’s chest and Cain’s neck where I’d bitten one then the other. Both dips of my waist ached on either side from their mirrored bites.

The scent of Taryn’s orgasm was intoxicating. Utterly decadent. Sticky toffee on your finger. Licked off the rim of an ice cold sundae glass. Halfway to rut, and hadn't so much as run a hand through my omega's hair.