47. Elisabed

47

Elisabed

I hadn’t fully forgiven him yet. He’d have to work a lot harder for that.

But this wasn’t about forgiveness. This was a reminder that we were alive, that he was here with me , and that there was nothing he could do to push me away. Ever. Again.

I straddled him, being careful of his wounds, and his eyes gleamed up at me with arousal, affection, and love. He lifted his hands in a submissive gesture that made my inner wolf squirm in delight.

“I’m yours,” he said quietly. Take what you need from me, Omega. Anything you want. I’m yours. Do you understand?”

I didn’t answer with words. I leaned down and pressed our lips together again, and I reached down to pull my clothes off with a frantic energy. His hands only remained by his head as long as it took for me to get my shirt off, and then he was touching me, his hands sweeping up and down my back, over my ribs, cupping my breasts. Touching me everywhere, as if he were reminding himself that I was alive just as much as I was doing the same to him.

“Mine,” I said, shoving my pants down. I could see the urge inside him to reach for me, to take, grab, and conquer, but he surprised me yet again.

His hands settled on my hips, and he looked at me steadily as he kept teasing me, kept offering himself to me without asking for anything in return. He thrust up against me, the pressure of his still-clothed cock delicious against my clit, and it was almost too much. God, I needed him.

I ripped away from him with another growl and tugged on the hem of the loose pants he had been wearing while he recovered in the ward. “Off. Now.”

He lifted his hips, chuckling softly as he did so, and I dragged his pants off his hips, my mouth watering when his hard cock sprang free, red and leaking at the tip. I didn’t wait, didn’t ask permission.

I just leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth, my tongue diving into the slit at the head so that I could drink down every bit of his flavor, and my inner wolf purred at the blatant claim I was putting on my alpha.

He might be reckless; he might go off and decide that it was up to him to save us. He might need to be dragged back and shown how stupid he was for thinking that he could act alone. It might happen again and again and again...

But he was mine. He was mine, and there was nothing anybody could say that would change my mind. My wolf knew it, and I knew it too.

I sucked hard on the head of his cock, and August hissed at me, his hand flying to my hair. “Fuck, Elisabed...”

Before he could grip my hair and take control of the situation, I pulled off his cock and struck with my teeth. I sank them into the flesh of his hip, and he gasped, the sound making my pussy clench. I sucked a mark into his skin, tempted to dig my teeth in just a little more so that I broke the skin and claimed him permanently, but I refrained.

I wanted him to decide that for us when he was ready. I would do my damnedest to convince him that it was the right thing to do for our pack, for us , but I would never force him to fully claim me before I was ready.

“Fuck, baby...” August’s fingers flexed against the back of my head, and I gently detached my teeth from his skin, licking at the new marks I’d left there in satisfaction.

“You’re mine,” I said quietly. “You won’t be stupid and put yourself in danger anymore. Do you understand me? We have to make decisions together , as a family . If you keep going off on your own—”

“I won’t,” he said firmly. “You don’t need to worry about me anymore, Elisabed. I know I’ve made mistakes. A lot of them. But I’m changing, I promise.”

He pulled me down for a kiss before I could protest more or argue with him and point out all the ways that he hadn’t trusted me in the past.

But I was so tired of fighting. And when August finally rolled me over, gently laying his body on top of mine and covering me with his warmth, I didn’t fight him.

His scent filled my nose, his cock nudged up against my hip, and fuck , I wanted him. I wanted him so badly that it was almost too much. It was driving me to distraction.

I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, sliding them into his hair, and I tugged firmly, getting his attention. He released my lips from the kiss with a low growl, and when he pulled away, his pupils were huge, dilated so wide in his eyes that I could barely see any green around them, and his cock was hard and throbbing against me.

“I want you,” I whispered, my voice thready and needy. I thrust my hips up against him as if it weren’t clear what I meant, and he growled again, making me clench. “Help me forget everything. Now. Please, Alpha.”

August’s eyes flashed, and he leaned down to press our lips together again, groaning against me as he shifted so that his cock settled between my legs. He gave me a few teasing thrusts, his shaft moving smoothly through the slick that had already dripped out of me, but it wasn’t enough.

God, it wasn’t enough. I wanted him so desperately; I needed to erase the memory of everything that we had just gone through; I needed...

I tugged on his hair again and sank my teeth into his lower lip so harshly that the copper tang of blood burst out over my tongue. It should have been repulsive; it should have made me pull back and reminded me of everything that we had just gone through...

But all it did was make my inner wolf preen, reminding me that we were here, together, and alive .

August lined his cock up with my entrance, and with one smooth thrust, he was fully buried inside of me. The sensation of fullness was sudden, shocking, and delicious, and I tossed my head back, moaning as he started to fuck me. His thrusts were full and slow, all the way in and all the way out, and they were everything I needed to eradicate the doubt I felt.

For every moment that I doubted him, for every moment that he scared me and acted on his own, he apologized. With his lips, with his hands. His body was the apology, and it didn’t matter that he had to move slowly because he was still injured, and even shifters didn’t heal that quickly.

We were together. He was mine .

He reached between us and teased his fingers over my clit, the swollen bundle of nerves singing under his fingertips as he picked up the pace. Still not fast, still not quite enough to drive both of us over the edge, but enough. He pulled away and looked at me, and the smear of blood on his lower lip made my inner wolf growl, so pleased with her claim on my alpha.

And I wanted his claim on me.

I held his gaze, stroking my fingers down over the column of his neck and feeling the flutter of his pulse against my skin as I did so. Then, slowly, deliberately, I stretched out my neck and offered it to August, giving him my vulnerability.

“Bite me, alpha,” I whispered. “Claim me. Take me, for real this time. I’m yours.”

Because for all my hurt feelings over the fact that August hadn’t claimed me, over my frustration that he hadn’t taken what I offered as an omega in every sense of the word...I had also never asked. And I wasn’t going to keep making the mistake of assuming that my alphas could read my mind.

If I wanted something, I would have to ask for it. Starting now.

“Please,” I continued, biting my lower lip as I looked up at him. “Please.”

If possible, his pupils dilated even further, and he pulled his lips back from his teeth, baring them in a snarl that should have looked aggressive.

All I saw was the raw desire on his face, though, the love in his eyes as he looked down at me. And he didn’t ask me if I was sure.

He just struck. His head darted out, and the next second, there was a burst of pain on my neck as his teeth sank into my skin. Where the first bite that he had offered me, the night that he and the others had first taken me, had been shallow, just enough to push out the bond that Raol had forced on me, this one wasn’t.

This bite was deep. It was a claim that imprinted itself on my very soul, rewriting my very DNA until it made room not only for him but also for the others.

He was mine. I was his. Alpha. Omega.

Perfect.

August’s hips picked up the pace, snapping against me as he carefully detached his teeth from my neck and then dragged his tongue over the undoubtedly bloody marks. His breath was hot and comforting against my skin, and his fingers worked my clit faster as he fucked me. The solidified bond in my chest only drove the arousal inside of me higher, and my whimpers were needy and desperate and constant , and fuck, I wanted to come. I needed to come. I needed him to come...

“Please...” I gasped, clinging to him even tighter. I wrapped my legs around his lips and buried my face in his neck as he pounded into me, his fingers working my clit hard and fast.

“Mine,” he growled. “My omega. My girl. Fucking mine...”

He slammed into me one more time, and his aggressive growl, the claim that he was staking on me, was enough to push me over the edge. I whined, wailed, and clenched around him, my hips working up against him as pleasure wracked my entire body. My clit sang under his fingers, and my moans were muffled against his skin as his fingers clenched into fists in the blankets on either side of my head, and then he stiffened.

His orgasm was quieter than mine but no less intense. He growled low in his chest, and then he buried his face in my neck, his body relaxing as he thrust inside of me one more time and filled my insides with warmth. He sighed, and I clung to him, the pleasure that he felt flooding the bond between us, and he was mine. He was mine. He was mine .

August carefully collapsed to the side, pulling out of me and making me whimper softly. He smiled at me and tenderly kissed my shoulder.

He was still injured, and I could feel the flickers of pain that he was trying to hide from me, but that didn’t seem to matter to my stoic alpha.

Not right now. Not when his fingers brushed up against the new mark on my neck, the claim he had placed on me, and he wrapped his arms fully around me, ensuring that I understood where we stood.

Together. Forever.

“I love you,” he murmured softly, burying his face in my neck.

I sighed, and something inside of me unwound as I finally allowed myself to breathe. “I love you too, August. And you have a lot to make up for.”

I felt his lips curve up in a smile against my shoulder, and he placed a tender kiss there before he lay his head back down again. “I wouldn’t expect it any other way, Omega.”