Chapter 44

CHAPTER 44

“ A re you sure this is a good idea?” Ethan asks as he rolls my carry-on through the airport and we hail a ride share.

“Positive,” I say.

“What if they lose and he’s in a shitty mood?”

“Then I’ll make his mood better.”

“Fair,” he replies as he clutches my thigh.

The driver is driving like he’s a character from Grand Theft Auto through the streets of Tampa. Ethan looks like he’s about to ask him to pull over, but it’s the afternoon, and I don’t feel as sick with the patch on the back of my ear and the medicine I took before the plane ride.

“He’s coming home tomorrow,” Ethan reminds me, like I don’t know that.

“It’s a grand gesture.”

“I’m staying in the hotel room with you until he gets back.”

“I expected you to. I’m not unreasonable.”

He sighs like I am, in fact, unreasonable for deciding this morning that I couldn’t wait to bond with Bram for another second. So here we are, in Florida where I plan to not only surprise him, but bond with him.

This string of away games has been too much, and I try to hide how sad I am, but both Max and Ethan can feel it. A girl can’t even get mopey without someone being on high alert these days.

Something deep down in my gut tells me that bonding with Bram is the solution.

So here we are.

Ethan called Max as soon as we booked the tickets, so the front desk has a new room key where Max and Ethan will be staying the night and the room key for Bram and Max’s current room.

We head up the elevator and tuck in, watching the game and waiting for him to get back.

Thankfully the Foxes win, and I know tonight is going to be an excellent celebration.

It takes a lot of effort, but Ethan finally leaves me in the hotel room alone. It smells like both of my Alphas, which has me feeling some sort of way.

A very horny sort of way.

I need to get knotted. Bad.

While I wait for Bram, I snoop through his room, finding a T-shirt of his that smells like me, which gives me more pleasure than it should. I’m smelling my scent on the shirt when he opens the door.

His jaw nearly drops as he sees me, and I give him a grin.

“Have you been using this to jerk off while you’re gone?” I ask, and his brows furrow.

“Are you here alone?” he asks in a dangerous tone, and I roll my eyes.

“Ethan just left to go to his and Max’s room tonight. It’s just me and you.”

He tosses his bag to the side, loosening his tie.

I know he hates wearing suits post game, but damn, does he fill one out nicely. Maybe one day I’ll have him act like my boss and spank me over his lap like I’m a bad little assistant, but I know that I won’t be for a while. The whole pregnancy thing has a few restrictions I’m not the biggest fan of.

“Did Max know about this?” he asks.

“Mostly,” I reply, and he arches a brow at me, tossing his suit jacket off and unclicking his belt, making my mouth water.

“So you flew here and told him after the fact?” he asks, already knowing me so well.

“Well…”

“Panties down and hands on the bed, liefje .”

Fuck yes.

I do as he says. Removing my jeans and panties, I turn around and place my hands on the bed, my ass completely exposed.

Bram comes to stand behind me, completely clothed, as his hand gently cups the cheek of my ass.

“What was so important that my pregnant Omega needed to see me tonight when I’ll be home tomorrow?” he asks.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” I say.

He presses his hard, covered length against my ass. “You were feeling needy for my cock and knot?”

“Yes. But also… I need your bond,” I say softly.

He stills behind me and leans forward to kiss my shoulder.

“You flew here to bond me?” he asks, his tone sweet.

“I can’t wait anymore. Haven’t we waited long enough?”

“Don’t you want to be comfortable at home? In the basement? Or in our bedroom?” he asks, and my heart flutters. Bram is always thinking about my comfort above all else.

“Please, Alpha,” I say, knowing I’ll get what I want.

Plus, I didn’t fly all the way to Tampa just to get knotted. I’m leaving here with Bram’s bond come hell or high water.

“I need to spank this sweet ass for plotting against your Alphas,” he says, not bringing up the bonding.

“I can handle that,” I say.

Slick is dripping down my thighs, and I know that Bram sees it. He just wants me to be patient, but I think becoming pregnant has made me the least patient person ever.

“Please, Bram.”

His hands are off of me, and my heart beats fast in anticipation. The first spank is barely even a tap, and I turn around and furrow my brows at him.

He laughs. “Harder?” he questions.

“Yes, what was that?”

“You’re pregnant,” he says like I’m the one being unreasonable.

“Yes, I’m your pregnant, horny Omega who wants to be spanked and then bond the shit out of you. I’m not made of glass. The doctor said it was fine, remember?”

He nods his head, and I face the bed again.

“You know I can deny you nothing,” Bram says.

“You deny me my favorite foods all the time,” I say, which is punctuated with a hard spank.

It’s enough to give me that high I’ve been searching for.

“Is that what my little Omega needed?” he asks, teasing me.

“More,” I tell him, and he thankfully obliges.

The next few are harder, and I’m so fucking wet I swear I can hear myself dripping on the floor. If he doesn’t rut me from behind soon and give me what I want, I might just cry. I’m not opposed to doing what I need to to get what I want.

I moan with the next smack, and it sends Bram over the edge as he cups my pussy, his fingers playing in the mess I’ve made of myself.

“I missed you,” he whispers in my hair as he slides his fingers in and out of me. “Did you know how badly I fucking needed you? Is that why you’re surprising me with this wet cunt?”

His words have me grinding my hips harder into his hand.

“Lie down, I need to taste you. Fuck,” he hisses.

I turn around and tug off my shirt, leaving my bra on as I watch Bram undress. His body is so big and masculine and so mine. His skin is unblemished and smooth, and it almost makes me want to mark him up.

Nearly as soon as I lie against the hotel sheets, which are not as soft as they could be—don’t think about the sanitization of the sheets—Bram starts kissing up my leg. All thoughts of where we are slowly evaporate as he kisses his way up my thigh until his mouth is on my pussy.

His brown eyes don’t leave mine as he spreads my legs and licks me lavishly. The sounds of pleasure he makes while he goes down on me have my thighs shaking and my need skyrocketing.

Bram needs me just as much as I need him, and it’s a heady feeling. I love him so much, and I could have—no. Not going there, especially when he has his mouth on me like this.

He slides two fingers inside of me, fingering me while he sucks on my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I rasp, running my fingers through his dark hair.

I throw my head back as he hits just the right spot, making my breath hitch and a pleasurable tingle race through my nerve endings. My thighs shake against his face as my release spills out of me.

He moans, licking up my slick before sliding up my body.

The kiss is messy as I taste myself on his lips. He’s careful with his body on top of mine, and as much as I’d like to press him closer, I don’t. He’s holding most of his weight on his elbows as he cradles my face.

“This is really what you want? Here?” he asks.

“Please, I’ve wanted this for so long,” I tell him. I mean every word of it.

His fingers glide along my cheekbones as he looks at me like I’m his entire world.

“I want this to be perfect for you.”

My cheeks heat as I grab his wrists. “All I need is you for it to be perfect.”

“You deserve more than a hotel room bonding, Sloane.”

“You. All I need is you, Bram.”

If we were on a normal timeline without life throwing so many wrenches into our plans, we would have been bonded ages ago.

He hitches my thigh up as he slides slowly into me. We don’t break eye contact as I take every inch of his thick cock. I’ll never get tired of the way he makes me feel.

“You’re so pretty when you take my cock.”

He seems almost nervous, which is so unlike the larger-than-life Alpha.

“You’re beautiful too, Bram.”

Bram leans forward and kisses me softly. His hips move at a languid pace. He’s savoring this moment, and it has me choking up with emotion. I let my fingers explore his skin, hair, and muscles as he pushes in and out of me.

“Where do you want my mark?” he whispers in my ear.

I tilt my head to the opposite side of Max’s mark, and he moans, kissing the side of my neck before licking and sucking the tender flesh. Knowing my selection has pleased him only makes me want him even more.

I dig my heel into his ass, and his pace increases slightly before he’s pushing his knot deep inside of me.

When I throw my head back into a moan, Bram fists my hair and tilts my head for easier access.

“I’ve never wanted something as badly as I wanted this,” he whispers, his hips pressing against mine like he can get any deeper. “My Omega, my girl. The mother of my child. Fuck, I love you.”

I can’t even get a word out before his knot is swelling to its largest size, ripping an even fiercer orgasm out of me as his teeth sink gently into my neck. This time there’s no surprise, no fear, only complete bliss.

Bram’s love for me and the pack is vast, and only right now do I truly understand how deep his well of emotion is.

I clutch him tightly to me, never wanting this feeling to end.

It’s like his soul is tethered to mine. Nothing separates us anymore. We’re complete and so is our pack.

Everything we’ve been through has built up to this moment, and I can’t help the cathartic cry that falls out of me. Thankfully, now that we’re bonded, Bram knows they aren’t sad tears.

Instead, he just holds me and kisses his bond mark repeatedly.

“You did so good. My perfect little Omega,” he praises.

I hold him so tight against myself that he’s actively pushing against me so he doesn’t put much weight on me.

“Sloane.”

“What?” I muffle against his collarbone.

He sighs and instead of explaining himself, shifts us so he’s on the bottom and I’m on top. He’s rubbing my back soothingly before grabbing a blanket that sucks and puts it on my back.

I’m being really brave about how terrible this blanket is, but it’s slightly easier to do with how happy I feel at this moment.

“Good surprise?” I joke.

“The best surprise,” he says, kissing the side of my head. “You can tell me, and we don’t have to tell the others. Were you saving the best for last?”

I laugh, and he groans as I shift against his knot and sit up, his hands on my hips. He’s grinning from ear to ear, and it’s infectious.

“Thank you for being patient with me.”

His thumbs rub along my stomach. “The best things are worth waiting for.”

I wipe my face. “Stop, or I’ll start crying all over again.”

“Lie down, come here,” he says, and I rest back down on his chest.

When I lie back down on his chest, I just get emotional all over again. What if he had died in the car accident and I never would have had this? What if my baby never got to meet one of their fathers?

“Hey. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he soothes, easily able to track my thoughts.

“I wished I was bonded to you so bad that night,” I tell him honestly. “I wished I hadn’t waited, that we bonded right after my heat.”

“I felt the same way. But we’re here now. We’re safe.”

“You’re going to be a good dad, Bram,” I tell him honestly.

“You think so?”

“I know so. I wouldn’t have pursued you the way I did otherwise.”

“You were kind of obsessed with me,” he jokes, and I pull back to cup his face, his smile radiant.

Me. I put that smile there. I make Bram happy.

“You don’t regret how anything’s turned out?” I ask.

“Not even for a second,” he replies.

It’s like my world stops feeling out of control, and for the first time in a long time, I’m not filled with fear of the unknown but excitement about what life has in store for us.