Chapter 34

Chapter Thirty-Four

D axton

I watch my two packmates fuck Harper, watch them make her come, watch as the two of them knot her together – her pussy and her ass.

A part of me wonders if I’m dreaming, because, hell, I’ve had enough of these dreams over the years. Plenty of dreams about Harper. My subconscious playing out my deepest desires and wants, even if I refused to acknowledge them.

But I’m done with that. What choice do I have?

Seeing the three of them together, seeing how happy they make each other, I can’t deny this any longer. I don’t think I could, even if I tried. I want Harper too much. I want her to be ours. I want to spend a lifetime pleasuring her like this, a lifetime making her this happy.

So fuck the consequences. Fuck our careers. Fuck what people might say. Fuck what they might think.

It will be worth it. Definitely worth it.

We’ve dated fifteen girls in the last three weeks and none of them, not one, came anywhere near my step-sister. None of them made me feel the way I feel when I’m with Harper. No one else ever has.

This is fate and maybe fate has thrown us together in a fucked up way, but sometimes that’s just the way the universe works. I’m done fighting it.

The three of them have rolled onto their sides, laughing together, limbs entwined, cheeks flushed, eyes bright, happiness radiating from them.

It’s intoxicating.

I lie out on the bed beside them. A contentedness hums in my body, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes – and I’m not even the one who’s orgasmed. It’s a contentedness that comes with this decision.

I listen to them chatting, waiting patiently for my turn. When their knots deflate, I pull Harper with me up the bed, seating myself against the headboard and placing my omega on my lap.

“You want to be fucked again, Harp?” I ask, stroking the hair away from her cheeks, holding her face in my hands. Silly question. The girl’s in heat. All she wants is to be fucked.

She leans into me, hands gliding up my chest, and nibbles on my neck. I close my eyes, basking in the feel of her warm skin against mine and the scent of peaches in my nose and my mouth.

I take a hold of her hips and lift her up, lining her up with my cock – a cock that’s been aching for this moment for ten long years.

“Harper,” I mutter, as I drag her down my cock, feeling the walls of her pussy parting and welcoming me inside, like I’ve always belonged here, like I should never have left. “Home,” I murmur as she sucks on my neck, her nails digging deep into my shoulders.

I drag her back up my cock, loving the feel of her pussy caressing my shaft, then slam her back down, making the both of us gasp. I do it again and again, and each time it winds her up a little tighter, a little higher, until she takes over, bouncing up and down on my cock, as I wrap my arms around her, holding her right against me, and I thrust from below.

Sex was never this good with anyone else. Because no one else was Harper.

I teased her all those years ago. I teased her for being a nerd and a square. But I loved how smart she was, how determined she was to make something of her life, how she wasn’t afraid or cowed by us, how she flirted and teased us and drove us to distraction.

I loved all those things about her. I’ve never stopped loving them. I’ve never stopped loving her.

“Harper,” I groan. I want to tell her. I want to tell her just how crazy in love with her I am. But alphas always say that shit in rut (omegas do the same in heat). She won’t believe me, she won’t think I’m genuine. I’ll have to wait. And yet, I can’t help but tell her something. “I love how you feel, love how you move and smell and sound.”

She threads her hands up her body, caressing her curves and her skin as she works her hips. I let my hands follow hers, caressing her beautiful body. Kissing her shoulders and her throat and her mouth.

I’m losing myself. Losing myself completely. In her. In this moment. I want to cherish her forever and never ever let her go.

I am obsessed with her.

She comes, her hands stretched above her head, her back arching, and I can’t keep my eyes off her. She is mesmerizing.

“Knot me,” she says as she rides the waves of pleasure, her pussy walls convulsing around my cock.

I can’t deny her. I can’t deny her anything. She could ask for the world right now and fuck I would give it to her.

I take a hold of her hips and grind her on my cock with a growl. She moans and I come, flooding my seed inside her. My knot hardens and expands, stretches her wide and she moans some more, lost in her own sensations and feelings, coming all over again.

“I love it when you come,” I say, when what I really mean is: I love you. I fucking love you.

Her eyelids flutter and she’s lost to the pleasure, but then slowly she returns to me. Her eyes open. She lowers her chin and meets my gaze, her pretty lips bending into a smile.

“Good?” I ask her, hands swimming up and down her back because I can’t get enough of the way her body feels, can’t believe we’re here again. That I’m actually holding her in my arms.

She strokes her fingers over my cheeks and kisses me, slow, sensual, with a promise.

I want to bite her. I want to claim her. I want to make this permanent so she can never ever leave me. Never again.

I screw up my eyes and kiss her back.

Patient. I must be patient.