15. To Be Yours

Chapter 15

To Be Yours

Titus

E cker rips his boots off and steps out of his jeans, peeling his shirt off. 1 He’s fully undressed in a matter of seconds, and he climbs onto the bed, sitting on the edge. Sinclair’s still in the process of sitting up when he grabs her around the waist and flings her onto his lap, facing out—facing me .

“I need to be buried in this needy cunt right fucking now. This pussy is mine.” He growls like an animal, unleashed by the rut.

She’s out of breath and disoriented from being thrown around, but still manages to wrap her arm around his neck and guide his cock, hard and solid again, to her entrance.

“Put me inside you,” he snarls and nips her neck.

I squirm in my chair. Before, I was the audience, now I feel like part of the show. Ripples of desire course down my back, and my cock aches in the confines of my pants.

Sinclair’s blazing, metallic eyes meet mine as she sinks down on Ecker. I swallow thickly and tug on the neck of my shirt.

I can’t look away from the captivating hold she has on me. I can tell how deep he is by the way her lips part on a silent gasp and her brows pinch together. My breath saws in and out. I don’t even know how I’m still breathing.

“Can he stroke himself?” Sinclair pants in a deliciously needy tone as she rides up and down Ecker’s length. It’s only her question that makes me realize I’ve been palming my crotch like a desperate, fucking sap. “Look how badly he wants to be you.” Her words float out to me and land softly.

There’s something in the way she speaks that tells me this is different from when she video called me at Opulence. I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s no malice. It’s like she wants me to be a part of this.

My jaw pulses, and my hand tightens around my painful bulge.

“Look how he’s rubbing his cock. I bet he’s imagining it buried deep inside me like yours.” Her head rolls to the side to look earnestly at Ecker and she asks again, “Can he stroke himself, Alpha?”

Ecker’s heavy-lidded gaze flicks to mine. “Do it.” His voice is hoarse and gravelly, deep in rut.

I free my cock and fist the throbbing length, an equally coarse sound reverberating from deep in my chest. “ Fuck . . .”

My heated flesh skitters with pleasure, and I grind my teeth as I slip into a subdued rut. I try to push the violent thirst that usually dominates my ruts aside and focus on the gratifying feeling of being . . . wanted . . . ?

Is that what I am?

Sinclair’s lusty gaze drops to my hand sliding up and down my cock. I can’t help but slow down, watching the way she wets her lip and swallows hungrily. I swirl my thumb over my tip beaded with pre-cum, and her breath hitches.

Fuck , I think “wanted” is right .

Ecker bounces her in his lap, and my eyes catch on his fingertips digging into her hips. A wave of jealousy hits me as I imagine the bruises he’ll leave, the evidence of his claim. An envious growl escapes me without my consent, making him smirk.

“You hear that, baby girl? He wishes it were his hands marking you.” One of said hands slides up her stomach and over her breasts to unhook the belt around her neck. “You don’t need this when you have me.” He pulls it away then collars her throat with his fingers. She pushes into his palm with a begging whimper.

He gives me an understanding look, which takes the sting out of his next words. “He wishes he were me, so he could have what’s mine .”

She squeaks a gasp as he tugs her back by the throat roughly and moves his other hand to play with her clit. “God, brother, you should feel how much her pussy loves when she’s choked. Greedy little thing.” He chuckles darkly and rubs her clit harder. “It turns her into such a fucking slut, like she’s trying to milk all my cum from me so I’ll breed her like a whore.”

The alpha inside me roars at the thought of claiming her so permanently like that—fucking my baby into her and leaving her dripping with my cum. I stroke my cock more furiously.

“Isn’t that right?” he taunts into her ear. “You’re nothing but a desperate cum slut.”

“Yes, sir.” She moans through a constricted throat.

“Such a greedy little whore.” He pants gruffly.

“Yes, sir.”

“Only good for carrying our babies.”

She mewls higher. “ Yes , sir .”

The desperation in her voice is like an electric current over my skin, as if I can feel her moans like finger strokes, making goose bumps rise on my arms.

I make the mistake of looking down where his cock thrusts in and out of her. The sight of his veiny shaft absolutely soaked with her lust sets me on fucking fire.

I look up and make eye contact with her, sending me over the edge. My abs and thighs tense as my orgasm hits me like a truck.

“Jesus—fuck— fuck .” I bite out a gritted curse as every ounce of pleasure in my body concentrates in my balls. Hot cum shoots all over my hand and shirt, our locked gazes never breaking. I melt into the chair, completely exhausted and sated, as waves of sensation roll through me.

Ecker

Titus’s guttural roar as he comes makes Sinclair shudder and her cunt quivers around me. 2 I feel her pulse hammer under my palm, her throat and chest flushed and hot to the touch.

“You like watching him come undone? You enjoy seeing what you do to all of us?” I whisper roughly in her ear then suck on the lobe. She gives me short, sharp nods with a whimpering moan. I feel the dynamic shift between her and Titus, and I’m so fucking glad he was here for this.

She has this hold, this power over us that strips us down to our basest forms. Saying it’s because she’s mine feels incomplete, insufficient.

“That’s because we’re yours,” I say, almost pained, so filled with emotion it hurts, pushing at the confines of my body.

I grab her by the hips and toss her onto the mattress behind me. She falls back on the pillows, and I crawl over her. “I wholly belong to you, Sinclair. You own every piece of me, every part of my soul. It’s all yours.”

I feel so overwhelmed with the truth of my declaration that hot tears burn my eyes. I can’t breathe until my lips are on hers. I draw myself to her, melting into our kiss while she reaches between us to guide my cock to her pussy.

“I know, I know,” she breathes out, choked up, scooching lower to tilt her hips up and wrap her legs around my waist, giving me perfect access. “You’re mine — ” She gasps as I punch my hips and thrust inside her.

Her hands thread into the back of my hair, and she clutches me tight as I pound into her, giving myself over to her more and more with every snap of my hips.

Words are swallowed up by emotion as we communicate with only our bodies.

I fuck her like the gift she is, slow but hard, appreciating every inch, every second.

It’s in this moment that I realize how hopelessly I need her. Why this reassurance means so much after thinking I’d lost her again.

It’s not just clarity she’s giving me, but devotion, commitment. I know now that we are so deeply ingrained in each other, we could never separate without carving ourselves apart.

Whether she’s physically with me or not, she will always be with me .

Because she’s mine and I’m all . Fucking . Hers .

“I think I love you,” she whispers so quietly I almost miss it. But I don’t.

“I know I love you, so come with me, baby girl. Please, please , make me whole,” I plead as I’m on the verge of being consumed by rapture.

“Yes, yes.” She arches into me, and I bury myself deeper. “I want to feel your cum inside me. It belongs with me, to me, every part of you.”

Her body tightens around me, and a desperate keen spills from her lips. My own release crashes into me.

“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” I chant as I bury my face into her neck and come hard inside of her.

I feel her walls clench my pulsing cock, and spurt after spurt of seed fills her as my knot swells.

“Oh god . . . ” She moans heedlessly. “Your knot . . . I can’t stop coming . . .”

She trembles in my arms as my knot locks into place, finally allowing her orgasm to recede. Exhaling heartily, she relaxes into the mattress.

I pull us onto our sides where we stay tightly wrapped together, breathing heavily and sated, washed with afterglows.

At some point, Titus must have left because when I glance over, the chair is empty.

I’m glad he was here. I feel like we all needed this.

We’re more than just a pack, we’re family, and Sinclair is all of ours. Sure, in different ways, but still ours.

Which is why it meant so much that they came together to pull me back from the edge.

I know I was spiraling and full of misplaced anger. But I was such a wreck and didn’t know how to handle it. I couldn’t just make a crude joke and laugh it off with a wink like my usual MO.

In fact, before Sin and Titus came in, I was about to go to whatever shitty dive bar was still open this morning and pick a fight with the washed-up drunks from last night. Something, anything , to relieve or outright replace the terrible feeling of uselessness that was eating me up.

I was so furious with the Cyans and felt like no one was as rightfully mad as I was. All I wanted to do was tear them limb from limb, but I couldn’t. Because we had a plan, and I didn’t want to fuck that up.

So instead, I just stewed and stewed and made Sinclair unjustly the scapegoat.

“Thank you,” I murmur into her hair. She wraps her legs tighter around my waist and nuzzles into my chest.

Sometime later, we slowly wake up, still entwined but my knot has deflated. 3 She mumbles sleepily as I pull out and roll onto my back. She snuggles up to my side and rests her head on my shoulder, her fingers gently trailing across my bare chest.

I sweep her hair off her neck and feel her scar. The burned skin always gives me a mix of emotions. Anger for one, but also pride and awe at her strength. Especially after watching her kill Vincent. Even without knowing the full story, I’ve never been prouder of someone.

Which makes me realize, it’s about fucking time I learned it. “How did you end up at the Doll House?”

She tells me about everything. Her mom, the debt, the Doll House, the collar and brand. When she’s done, I press a tender but deep kiss to her forehead, feeling so much respect and admiration for the woman in my arms.

I realize with amazement and a light chuckle what impresses me the most. “And after all that, you still had enough fight in you to give us hell from day one.”

She huffs a small, wistful laugh. “I don’t know how to live if I’m not fighting.”

That makes me sit up and cup her face. I pour myself into her sky-blue stare. “You’ll learn then. Let us take up that fight for you.”

She worries her lip between her teeth and clears her throat like it’s suddenly clogged with emotion. “Why?” Her voice is quiet, touched, but full of questions, like she still doesn’t understand that she isn’t alone any longer.

I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and make sure she can hear the sincerity in my voice. “That’s what it means to belong to someone. Your battles belong to them too.”

1. Continue playing “Why Don’t You” by Thorgan

2. “Be Your Love” by Bishop Briggs

3. Continue playing “Be Your Love” by Bishop Briggs