“So damn sure.” I need him in every way. I want his mark. And when we’re ready to tell the world about our new pack, I will wear his and Liam’s bites proudly. Sadly, until now, they have had to be hidden by makeup. But it doesn’t matter, I still want it now.
“I fucking love you, Ally,” his voice thick with emotion.
My eyes fill with tears. “I love you too, Brady,” I croak out.
His lips meet mine again, our kisses desperate and hungry, like we can’t get enough of one another. “Mine.” He pulls back, breathing heavily, a wild look in his eyes. “All fucking mine.”
He dives for my throat at the same time he thrusts forward, his knot popping inside me and locking us together.
He snarls against my throat, teeth sinking into the skin as he marks me. My eyes roll as another orgasm hits me. My body shakes beneath him, wave after wave of pleasure filling me as another piece of my heart clicks into place and I cry out his name.
Pure joy and euphoria fill me. This bond feels different then mine and Liam’s in ways I can’t quite explain, but is just as powerful.
Brady pulses inside me, grunting as he tries to thrust into me further, but his knot leaves little to no room.
After a few long moments, he finally pulls back.
“My mark looks pretty fucking good on you,” he rasps, brushing his thumb against the broken skin.
I shiver, my pussy fluttering around him in response, making him grunt.
“I can’t wait to see it,” I sigh happily, unable to keep the smile off my face.
We stare at one another, just grinning like two fools. Until Brady’s face falls.
“Oh fuck!” he hisses.
“What?” I ask at the alarm in his tone.
“They must be going crazy, wondering where we are.”
“Shit,” I say, eyes wide as I try to sit up. “Damn it. We’re knotted together.”
Grabbing his phone, he frowns. “Huh. No calls or texts.”
“Must be the reception.”
“Probably.” He blows out a breath.
“Think of naked grandmas,” I suggest.
“What?” he looks at me like I lost my mind.
“To make your knot go down. Think of things that turn you off. Like naked grandmas. Stinky socks. Boogers.”
“Really?” he chuckles. “You just gonna start naming gross things?”
“Memes from the Drew Carey show.”
He shudders. “Yeah, that would do it.”
I laugh as his knot deflates enough for him to pull out of me. Cum and slick go with him, gushing from me and onto the crypt.
He pulls me to my feet, helping me back into my panties and leggings. “Is it wrong of me that I love the fact you're going to be walking around with my cum between your legs for the rest of the night?” he murmurs, kissing me.
“Nope.” I grin. “But do you know whatiswrong? That.” I point to the mess we made. “Someone needs to come and clean that up before they get any visitors.”
“We’ll make a call,” he chuckles.
