Page 95 of Knot Their Match
I will never get over how amazing she feels. Never. That is a promise. I will be addicted to this omega until the day I die.
“You feel so good, mate,” I croon to her, praising her in a way that makes her squirm more beneath me. The words of affirmation make her pussy clench around my length, as if she’s trying to draw a knot deeper inside of her. “I could lose myself inside you all day.”
Though my canines ache, I have not a care in the world as I claim my mate. She moans and cries out under me, and after a while I arch my back and hit just the right spot inside of her. The orgasm that follows creates more of that delicious slick, but I’m too focused on that tender neck of hers to pay attention to the free-flowing slick oozing out of her as I fuck her.
Keeping my cock buried in her while also getting at the right angle near her neck isn’t too easy. It requires a lot of bending on my part, some of which isn’t too comfortable, but I need to bite her right this second or else I’ll lose my damn mind.
My lips run over the skin on her neck, and she moans softly, gripping my sides, wordlessly begging for it. I lick the skin above her scent gland, and she shivers. I don’t wait a second longer; I sink my teeth into her, breaking the skin easily. Not too deep, but just enough to taste that coppery metallic blood in my mouth. Just enough for my teeth to graze that scent gland and lock us together.
There have been countless studies about bonding bites. Some people don’t even believe in them. Others swear by them. To most, it’s simply magic, an invisible bond that locks mates together for life—it also makes it damn near impossible to go against said mate. It is the ultimate declaration of forever, even more so than a ring on a finger or a last name change.
I don’t linger there longer than I have to, but once I do pull my teeth out of her skin, I lick the wound as I feel the bond snap into place. It’s like I can feel her inside me, like her soul has mingled with mine.
Honestly, after that rush deep within my heart, I agree more with the people who think bonding bites are more magical than anything else.
Jess breathes hard, and the look she gives me after I straighten out tells me everything I need to know: she feels the bond, too. It’s there, permanently locking us together. We’ll feel each other, even when we aren’t near one another. If she’s super upset and I’m at work, I’ll know.
I fuck her harder after that. How could I not? This omega is mine in every way now, and I prove that to her in how I claim her. I’m blinded by my sheer desire for her, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Whatever the future holds for us, we’ll handle it together, the four of us. We’re a pack now, and this omega is our mate. Jessica Dryers may have thought she wasn’t anyone’s match, but she’s never been more wrong.
She’s ours.
Chapter Thirty-Three – Jess
After Asher and Mason give me their bonding bites on the other side of my neck, the guys take me to the bathroom and help me wash the wounds off. They apply anti-bacterial cream and bandages, and soon enough we’re back in bed, snuggled together, without a care in the world.
It doesn’t feel real, none of it. Not the fact that I wanted to bond with them, not the fact that they decided our pack would be Pack Dryers, and definitely not the fact that I feel completely at peace with it all. Happy, even.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before in my entire life.
Is this how normal people feel on a regular, day-to-day basis? It’s amazing.
I lay on my back and stare at the familiar ceiling of my bedroom. Mason, Asher, and Rourke lay beside me. I’m the only one awake after another round of love-making.
Silence used to be my worst enemy, but here and now, it’s a comfortable silence. It’s easy. Existing is no longer difficult for me. I am connected to these three men on a spiritual level, on the deepest level possible.
And I’mhappyabout it.
That’s what blows my mind the most. Things changed so quickly. I never once thought I’d be here, with three alphas I adore, having everything all at once. My house. My inheritance. These men.
I don’t deserve them. That thought still echoes in my mind every now and then, but they’ve made it clear to me time and time again they love and will keep choosing me day in and day out until we get old and wrinkly and fate decides we’ve had enough.
Hopefully that wouldn’t happen for a long, long time, though.
As I think that particular thought, I place a hand over my stomach. The past few days, I’ve been feeling… weird. Off. I don’t want to say anything to the guys just yet, but I do have an appointment with a doctor next week to get tested.
Out of all of the things we talked about in that cabin, we never once discussed whether or not I was on birth control. I wasn’t, for reasons that should be obvious. I didn’t think I’d invite anyone to partake in my heat with me, so protection like that was the last thing on my mind at the time.
It’s early. I never saw myself as someone who’d ever willingly pop out babies. Even if it’s a fluke, I… I don’t know. I won’t go so far as to claim I’m ready to bring a kid into this world, but at the same time, I wouldn’t be against it.
I think the guys would make great fathers, and I like to think I’d do everything in my power to make sure our kids’ lives are way better than mine was.
A smile tugs at my lips as I close my eyes. Regardless of what happens, whether I’m pregnant or not, I can’t wait for what comes next. Our lives together are only beginning. Things can only look up from here. This is the start of my forever, something I never dreamed I’d have.
Rourke Cunningham. Asher and Mason Thompson. My three mates. My alphas. My loves.
For an omega who never wanted a match, I sure got a hell of a story to tell our kids one day.
