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Chapter Twenty-Four

Rogue

O wen yanks his hand free of my pussy, pulling his fingers to his lips. Watching him lick and suck makes me ache to have him inside me.

I grab his shaft and relocate it to my core. His crown bumps my swollen nub, and I whimper, pushing him down to my opening.

“Please?” I choke out, nodding.

He swirls his tongue around his fingers and growls but doesn’t move. I hoped my quickening would chill for long enough that we could handle Delta, and for me to have the chance to ease him, Cohen, and Calyx into being a pack.

Biology doesn’t care. It has its own plans, much like fate. Maybe like me, too, considering I really want Owen to fuck me.

I wiggle my hips, scooting down the couch and forcing him inside me.

He yanks his hand from his mouth and studies my face. “Are you good?”

I huff. “I’d be better if you moved.”

Owen growls, shaking his head. “So much for taking things slow.”

“Slow is boring and overrated.” My hand digs into his skin just above his ass as he hovers over me. “Please? I need you.”

Owen lowers even farther until his chest rests on mine and pulls out before dipping back inside. Only, he doesn’t give me any more of his length.

The stretch is nice, but I need him pounding into me. Coming on his fingers should have helped to settle my body… That’s just not the case, though.

His beard scratches my cheek as he pushes his lips to mine, and I wrap my feet around his thighs to give myself leverage.

I’m obsessed with the way his muscles push against me as he pulls free of my core and dips back in.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

Until I’m desperate for friction on my clit, and hot and achy like I’m about to lose my mind if he doesn’t give me more.

My nails rake down his back as I take over, guiding the kiss.

It spurs Owen on, and soon he’s slamming into me with enough force to make me bounce around the couch. My tits throb with every jiggle, and now that he’s thrusting deep, his pelvis brushes my swollen clit.

I sob against his lips, nodding and begging for more.

Owen obliges, and it doesn’t take long until I’m teetering at the edge. On one especially violent rut, something brushes my lower lips.

My eyes pop open as I realize… “You’ve got a knot.”

“Sure do,” he says, sounding smug. “I guess you never got a look at my cock, considering the angle, which is probably a good thing. But don’t worry—the universe will ensure you’re able to accommodate all of me.”

Male fae don’t have the appendage, but my system lights up. I like hearing him sound so confident that I’m his mate. He continues bucking into me, and my pleasure builds unbelievably fast.

The grind of his pelvis against my swollen nub sends me tumbling over the edge.

My entire body lights with pleasure as I lock down on his length.

Owen growls and kisses the hell out of me, but I’m too out of it to kiss him back.

Or do much of anything. His shaft grows thicker and harder, but he doesn’t come.

Instead, he slides a hand between me and the couch.

The dominating way he pulls me up and repositions us both makes me shiver, especially considering he manages to keep his length buried inside me throughout the entire transition.

He sits on the middle cushion, helping me get my legs settled at his sides.

“This is a much better view.” His eyes light with his bear’s, and my head falls to the side, offering my throat.

“Nah, little one. You don’t need to offer me deference.

You’re my equal in every way.” His warm skin brushes mine as he cups my tits, running his calloused thumbs over my nipples.

It makes me ache with the need to come all over his cock again, and I find myself rocking over him.

Owen’s hand flattens on my lower back, and he guides me as he snakes the other into my hair and cradles my skull. “Ride me, sweet girl.” As his words vibrate through my skin, I do just that.

Not that I really have any idea what I’m doing, but I chase my pleasure selfishly, and Owen seems to enjoy the process. Rising and falling on my knees, I slam hard enough for his knot to slip inside me.

“Gods,” he growls, his hand locking down on my lower back. “Are you okay?”

I nod.

I have no idea what to do with myself, and I end up kind of melting into his chest as his knot swells and locks us together. It feels so incredible stretching my walls to capacity that I grind, rubbing my clit over his pelvis.

Owen lowers his head to mine as he guides me with his hand in my hair, and my insides get warm and fuzzy. The feeling of his beard brushing my skin. The way he commands the kiss while slowly leading me to ride him.

It’s a lot.

“You’re a goddamn dream,” he growls in between tender but sensual kisses. His knot drags along my inner walls, which sends my arousal skyrocketing.

Without a doubt, I’m fuller than I’ve ever been, but he was right. It’s not more than I can handle. My body pulses with heat, and Owen bucks up into me using his feet as leverage.

I don’t have the coordination to keep kissing him when bliss sizzles through my nerve endings, and my face falls to rest in his throat.

“You keep clenching like that, and I’m fucking done for,” he growls.

His words echo through my system and another powerful orgasm rips through my body, making me shiver and shake as I moan. It goes on for so long that I disconnect with reality.

Claim him , some dark part of the magic I inherited from my mother spurs me on. Before I can even think through my actions, I’m burying my fangs in the side of his neck, just under where his beard ends.

“Motherfucker,” Owen snarls, thrusting as deep as he can get. His knot pulses, and his shaft jolts. “Well, fuck . I hope you’re ready for my cum, because you’re about to get it.”

I lap at my bite, sucking down soft swallows of his blood that spill around the wound. Fire licks through my insides, making me groan.

My anxiety rises as I wait for Owen to accept our connection, but a half second later, the link snaps into place, permanently connecting our souls.

It’s overwhelming being able to feel his pleasure and his desire for me.

There’s a whole lot of yearning there that he’s very good at masking, and it’s humbling being able to feel his emotions.

I retract my teeth, licking over the bite to clean and seal it. I’m so out of it that I gasp when he uses his hand in my hair to pull my face from his neck.

He guides my throat in front of his mouth, but due to the height difference, it makes me rise on his length, which makes his knot drag along my pussy walls. He lowers his head and strikes.

It’s not a gentle experience as his canines dig into my throat as deep as they can get.

My soul already accepted the link when I bit him, so this is just a formality to complete the circuit.

Owen’s emotions become even easier to pick out, which I had no idea was possible. My eyes sting as he sends something like joy and contentment through the connection.

I was supposed to ask before biting him, and knowing he’s not resentful is a huge gift. The connection can only be offered once, and if a mate denies it, it’s extremely painful for both parties.

That’s why we’re taught to take our time and to only bite when we’re sure.

Thank God, he didn’t reject me.

Owen retracts his teeth, licking over the bite. “Once wasn’t even close to enough,” he growls, guiding me to grind over his knot.

No, it definitely wasn’t.

“How fortuitous I decided to check in on you, rather than allowing your sister to siphon over,” Calyx says, chuckling as he steps from the portal.

I twist my head at the sound of his voice, and glowing white light frames his shoulders before the portal closes behind him. I’m still on Owen’s lap with his knot swollen inside me, and my face heats.

When Owen growls, I turn back to him, pushing my fingers to his lips.

“No.” I shake my head. “You can’t growl at my other mates, or we’re going to have problems.”

“No hard feelings,” Calyx says, clapping. “Although, I do wonder if the two of you managed to get anything done besides fucking.” His footfalls move closer, and the couch dips as he climbs onto the cushion next to us.

Owen locks his muscles tight, like he’s physically holding himself back from trying to remove Calyx’s head.

The lich pays him no mind. Instead, he tilts my face to his and captures my mouth in a tender kiss.

My life is so weird.

I’m naked.

Locked on Owen’s knot.

And Calyx is kissing me like it’s no big deal.

Maybe it’s not when you’ve lived multiple lifetimes, but I’m still getting used to intimacy in any form. It’s new and exciting and kind of intimidating.

“Ahh, you’re not just stuffed full of a knot,” Calyx says against my lips, “but bonded. Congratulations. I won’t pretend I’m not dreadfully jealous—because I am—but I’m afraid if we take too much longer, your sister might ignore my warnings and siphon in.

Cohen is doing his best to keep her distracted, but I wouldn’t restart the timer on that thing.

” His tone is light and airy, and I still worry if I’ve hurt his feelings.

Relationships are complicated, and this is my first attempt at one. I’m not even starting small with just one person. I’m trying to meld three completely different personalities into one family pack.

The word family sends me into a panic.

No way in hell can Gemma see me like this. I’ll never hear the end of it. The heckling will go on indefinitely. Also, I would have to murder her if she saw Owen naked.