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Seven months later.

H e was finally getting claimed by his alpha.

“Are you sure you want to do this now?” Xander’s voice was a husky rasp, amusement curling around the edges of his words, but there was no mistaking the dark desire flickering in his molten gaze. His eyes tracked every movement Ersa made, heavy-lidded and full of heat. “We have guests downstairs… We can’t just leave them. They’re here to celebrate our bond.”

Ersa leaned against the door, the soft click of it locking behind him sending a thrill through the air. “No,” he said, his voice soft but sure, his eyes gleaming with determination and something far more dangerous. “We’re doing this now. I’ve been waiting months for this.”

Xander’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. “You’re the one who wanted to wait until the cubs came,” he reminded him, though his body was already moving closer, the space between them shrinking with every step.

“I wasn’t going to get bonded looking like that,” Ersa shot back, arching a brow as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I wanted to look good. And now I do. So come here, Xander… unless you’d rather go back downstairs.”

Xander’s eyes darkened, his restraint snapping like a thread. “Oh, baby,” he growled, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. “They can wait.”

Ersa pulled off his clothes, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. The soft glow of the room’s lights cast golden shadows over his skin as he climbed onto the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, eyes locked on Xander’s.

Xander reached out, his hands trailing a slow, heated path down Ersa’s back, tracing every curve and muscle. “Place your hands on the headboard.”

Fuck. Xander’s commanding voice rippled through him like a shock wave, igniting a fire deep in his core. A delicious shiver ran down his spine, leaving him no choice but to obey. With unsteady hands, Ersa braced himself on his knees, his fingers splaying wide on the hard wood. His hole pulsed with a sharp, relentless ache, and slick trailed down his thighs.

A shuddering breath escaped him. Anticipation coiled deep inside him, heightening every sensation, making him acutely aware of Xander’s every movement. The soft rustle of fabric, the slow unfastening of buttons, and then his pulse pounded, his skin prickling with the electrifying energy thrumming in his veins, every fiber of his attuned to the presence behind him.

Xander smoothed his hands down Ersa’s back to his ass. His seeking fingers slid between his crack, to his hole, smoothing over the rim in dizzying circles before he plunged them deep into Ersa’s hole.

“Oh fuck,” Ersa whimpered, his fingers scrambled against the sleek wood as he fought to anchor himself.

“Are you ready?” Xander asked.

Ersa nodded, bracing his knees wide and firmly as Xander guided his thick length into his hole. He bore down, his teeth grinding together as pleasure rippled through his body, white-hot and unrelenting. The sensation sharp as Xander rocked his hips plunging his cock so deep. Ersa’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, his throat tightening as raw pleasure exploded through him.

“So good… so good,” Xander mumbled as he moved his hips in hard, fast strokes that had Ersa coming so hard his body jerked violently, muscles seizing as a blinding white haze swallowed his vision. For a fleeting, terrifying moment, the world narrowed to nothing—no breath, no sound, just an all-consuming void of pleasure as Xander’s teeth sank into his skin.

“Finally, mine,” Ersa whispered, his voice trembling with emotion as a shudder rippled through his entire body. A wave of pleasure surged through him, hot and overwhelming, leaving him breathless. His skin tingled, his heart pounded, and for a moment, the world melted away—there was only this, only them. When Ersa surfaced from the haze, he found himself cradled in Xander’s arms, the alpha gazing down at him with a quiet, satisfied smile. Warmth blossomed in Ersa’s chest, spreading through him like a gentle glow. Everything felt perfect, his body still humming, his heart so full it ached. He lay there, wrapped in Xander’s arms, the scent of them mingling in the air, making the moment feel even more intimate and complete.

“I love you,” Xander whispered against his cheek, his lips soft and lingering.

Ersa smiled, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “Should we go check on the cubs? Your mother must be overwhelmed,” he murmured, though he made no move to leave the comfort of their bed, still floating in the afterglow.

“She’s fine,” Xander said with a low chuckle. “She loves taking care of her grandsons.” His fingers trailed lazily down Ersa’s flat stomach, smoothing over the surgical scar in light and reverent touches. Then he grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I still can’t believe I put more than two cubs in here.”

“Four was a bit too much,” Ersa teased, laughter spilling from him—bright, carefree, and so full of happiness he thought he might burst from it.

The end.