50. Henry

Ipull her down onto my cock without any hesitation. She gasps as I fill her sensitive pussy up with an engorged cock, so turned on by everything that has happened.

"Bite me first," I murmur against her lips.

Her sharp intake of breath makes me chuckle slightly. I've shocked her, but I want to be hers, all hers, before I make her mine.

Zara's eyes meet mine, and there's a flicker of surprise that quickly morphs into a fiery determination. She understands what I'm asking, what this means to us both. It's not just about the physical connection; it's about the trust, the mutual surrender to each other.

She lifts her hand and gently traces the outline of my jaw before bringing her lips to mine in a soft kiss that promises so much more. Then she pulls back just enough to look into my eyes before she slowly, deliberately, moves her mouth to my neck. I tilt my head to the side, baring myself completely to her. The room is silent except for our heavy breathing and the beating of our hearts, which seems loud in my ears. When her teeth finally sink into my flesh, it's a sensation that rocks me to the core—a searing heat that floods through me, marking me as Zara's in a way that no one else has ever done.

When she releases me, she smiles up at me, a wicked gleam in her eye as she whispers, "Now you're mine."

"Completely."

I cup the back of her head and kiss her sweetly before I tilt her head to the side.

"Yes," she purrs. "Now."

She grinds down on me, riding me wildly. She trembles in my arms, coming hard around my cock, which makes my knot inflate suddenly inside her as I shoot my load deep into her. I bite down, and she screams, feeling our bond locking into place.

We're lost in each other, nothing else existing beyond the confines of this room where our lives have become irrevocably entwined. Zara's cries are a symphony to my ears, the sound of an omega completely and utterly fulfilled. The way she clings to me, her nails digging slightly into my back, is everything.

As I release her from my mating bite, Liam's voice breaks through the haze of satisfaction that's enveloping me. "Fuck, that was intense," he says, and even his usual playful tone is laced with awe.

The intensity was more than I anticipated, yet exactly what I craved. I wrap my arms around Zara even tighter, if that's possible, revelling in the softness of her skin against mine.

Zara's eyes flutter open after what feels like an eternity. She looks between us all, a dazed but blissful smile spreading across her face.

"You're stuck with us now," I tease gently, brushing a stray lock of hair from her sweat-dampened forehead.

"And that's exactly where I want to be," Zara breathes out, her voice weak but filled with a joy that sends another wave of contentment crashing through me.

Liam, Ben, and I exchange a look over Zara's head, an unspoken understanding that we've all crossed a threshold together. There's no going back from here, not that any of us would want to. Our connection is solidified, strengthened by the trust and the passion we've just shared. Zara sits on my knot, slumped against me, her head resting on my shoulder. I ease her down, so she is lying on her side next to me, joined in this intimate way that has brought me so much joy and peace, I never want to leave.

"Sleep now, sweetheart. We will be here when you wake."

Zara's breath slows and deepens, her body relaxed against mine, the exhaustion of the moment catching up with her. Her eyelids flutter shut, the long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks, and I marvel at how peaceful she looks in the aftermath. She's got a post-mating glow about her, and it makes my chest tighten with emotions I'm still trying to understand.

"Should we stay like this?" Ben asks quietly, his voice filled with concern as he gazes down at Zara's sleeping form.

"Yeah," Liam agrees. "She'll want to wake up with all of us here. Makes it more real, doesn't it?"

I nod, feeling a sense of protectiveness surge through me. I'm acutely aware of the weight of her in my arms, of how right it feels. It's like every piece of my life has suddenly snapped into place with Zara at the centre of it all. My knot deflates, and I pull out of her, dragging the blanket I bought her over her naked body.

The room settles into a comfortable silence as we each find our own way to relax while still being close to Zara. Liam stretches out in the nest beside her, his hand finding its way to hers and intertwining their fingers.

"I'm going to get the first aid kit. See to all these bites before they get infected." Ben says, hovering for a moment before deciding to get up and be practical, which makes Liam and I laugh softly.

"Good thinking, prime alpha," Liam murmurs.

My eyes drift closed for just a moment, but I fight the lure of sleep. I want to be awake when Zara stirs.

Ben returns with a small white box, the contents rattling slightly as he sets it down on the floor beside the bed. He gives us a wry grin and starts cleaning Zara's bites first. I watch him, admiring his gentle touch as he tends to Zara's needs, even when she's unconscious. It's these small acts of care that build the foundation of our relationship—each of us looking out for one another.

She flinches in her sleep but doesn't wake. She nestles further into the nest as Ben turns his attention to Liam, cleaning the wrist bite first and then the neck one.

Liam is still holding Zara's hand, his thumb stroking over her knuckles in a soothing rhythm, and I can tell he's just as captivated by her as I am. He catches my eye for a second and smiles, that cheeky grin that always promises mischief. But there's something else there now, a depth of feeling that wasn't as evident before. This bond has changed us all.

Ben moves closer to me, cleaning the bite mark on my neck and wrist before he starts to do his own.

"Here. I'll do it," I murmur, holding my hand out for the antiseptic wipe.

He smiles and hands it over and I get to work, making sure he is fixed up as he did to us.

We're quiet for a while, each lost in our thoughts. There's a tranquillity that follows the storm of our passions; it's a silence filled with contentment and the weight of what we've become to each other.

"How does it feel?" I ask Ben quietly, curiosity getting the better of me.

"You mean Zara's bite over Nicole's?" he asks with a wry smile. "Like it was meant to be."

"Good," I murmur and sit back.

"So, the bitch is dead?" Liam asks. "Or the last of the bond, at least?"

"It was dead the second I laid eyes on Zara. I just wasn't ready to admit it," he murmurs, eyes on our omega.

Ben's confession resonates in the silence, like the final click of a lock falling into place, and we all feel it. The past, with its pain and complications, doesn't hold sway over us anymore. It's about the now, about Zara, and the life we're building together.

"Yeah," Liam agrees, squeezing Zara's hand gently. "Funny how it takes being knocked over the head with something this good to see what's been missing."

We chuckle at that because it's true; we'd all been missing something vital before Zara turned our world upside down in the best possible way.

"We're truly a pack now," Liam says after a while, his tone one of wonderment. "I mean, I knew we would be. But actually doing it..."

"It's real," I say simply.

"And perfect," Ben adds, his gaze never leaving Zara.

We watch over her as our whole reason for being now sleeps. There are no words needed among us; we just are.