“Fuck me,” I whimpered, trying to banish the women from my mind.
It was impossible with their scent all around us, making this reunion about more than Ambrose and I. This was about the potential for us as a pack, and how much I wanted to say ‘fuck the barriers’ and claim Kiara and Leighton in one fell swoop.
“That’s not how you ask.”
His cock was teasing my entrance, slightly cool from the lube. I had no idea when he’d coated himself. Without my vision, everything was touch and sound and smell, and I hadn’t felt him move.
“Please fuck me, Sir.”
Ambrose’s lips crashed to mine and his cock pressed inside. It was a tighter fit than my fingers and somehow so much more intense. He shifted slowly to take me an inch at a time, likely for a double purpose: he knew how long it had been since I’d done this, and he loved to tease the fuck out of me.
He murmured a few curses under his breath as he rocked, tasting himself on my tongue. “I love you,” he groaned when his balls came to press against my skin.
A year of denying it hadn’t done anything to lessen how I felt about him. I’d sacrificed this closeness, this attention, for the hope of one day finding someone who would bring us together in the way a fated mate should have.
“I love you too,” I whispered against his lips.
Kiara had helped bring us back together.
I had to admit that, even though I knew she was still just as likely to tear us apart. The situation wasn’t easy, and Dash wasn’t any less prone to breakdowns, but I could finally fucking hope.
“Now take my cock like a good boy, baby.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Emotional intimacy fled with those words, and I sank into the space he forged for me. The space where time had no meaning and emotions could wash over me with no consequences. If I cried, I cried. If I laughed, I laughed. There were no barriers to how I was allowed to feel with him in this space, not like the real world where I kept my exterior appearance in a stranglehold.
By the time the orgasm exploded from the base of my spine, I was pretty sure I’d gone through every one of the human emotions.
I was certainly past caring about how I sounded to the women waiting out in the all-too-nearby living room.
I begged Ambrose to come in me after I’d made a sticky mess of my chest. He obliged, only pausing to yank my blindfold off.
His head relaxed back, exposing his scarred throat and the tight clench of his jaw. Then he pitched forward as his hips stuttered to a stop, his body curling over mine. Hot breath teased the hairs of my Adonis belt, threatening to make my cock thrum to life again. He stayed unmoving, clutching me, for so long the world was starting to rush in.
Then he lifted his head, a quirk to his lips.
“I missed you, baby.”
If there hadn’t been tears when he was fucking me, they were certainly falling now. To stop him from seeing, I pulled him close for a kiss, but we tasted the salt of them on our tongues.
If Ambrose dared ask, I’d blame it on sweat.
But he knew. He knew how much I missed him and how much I needed him. He’d been waiting for me to admit it since the day I told him we had to break it off.
When I felt capable of thinking in Leighton’s presence again, I redressed and made a decision. Leighton and Kiara weren’t going to some other pack. If they had to join any pack, it would be ours and ours alone.
THIRTY-FIVE
KIARA
Dash dressed me. He’d laced up the back of my dresses’ corset top and fluffed the sleeves to look ethereal. The dress had been brought by his personal stylist, along with a makeup artist who’d spent a mere thirty minutes making me look like I’d come from another planet.
Leighton had informed me I was overdressed. Even Dash had admitted it, while still insisting he wanted to dress me in this.
I didn’t care.
This was the kind of dress I’d always wanted to wear, but never been able to. Father had given me clothes that were feminine, yes, but modest.
