“Fuck!” Mako growls. His pupils are blown and sweat runs down his temple. He bites his bottom lip, tilts his head back, and lets out this masculine groan that has me weak.
I retreat, but he pushes back into me. The feeling, the friction, and the stretch has me whining.
“There’s so much slick,” Mako groans. “I’ve never seen so much.”
I let out another whine as he moves in a rhythm that slowly increases with speed. I catch on quickly and work with him, slamming my hips against his on every downstroke.
With each movement, the fire inside me burns brighter, pushing me towards some completion that feels like it might melt my brain.
Mako drops, covering my whole body with his. He laces our hands together and pins them to the bed.
“Oh, shit, oh, fuck, you feel so good, so damn good.”
He kisses my neck, sucking and dragging his teeth over my skin. I let out another whimper. But that pressure is building. It hurts. I need something…I need more.
“MAKO, PLEASE!” I scream.
He lets out a deep and threatening growl and slams his hips into mine. My eyes widen as I feel something bigger, something that is too big.
My mouth waters, I hunger for it even while I fear it. My mind focuses with single-minded intensity on what he’s doing between my legs. He grinds his hips into mine, but it’s not enough. I growl, tightening my fingers around him, and thrust up as he comes down.
His cock drives into me. There’s a moment of hesitation, and the knot forces its way into me.
I scream.
I’m a live wire, and all my nerves are firing. Sparking. I sob for breath and scream again. My body contracts, squeezing around that hard ring of flesh, milking it as the alpha above me pumps his seed into me with a feral howl.
I can feel him filling me up. It feels like it goes on forever. The whole time, my body drags out an orgasm until it turns almost painful. I’m left wrecked and ruined.
Nothing will ever be the same again.
Mako kisses me softly and murmurs nonsense words, but when he shifts, the sparks start again, and I scream and surrender to the heat.
Chapter seventeen
Mako
You, who I knowbest are still a stranger to me, but that just makes me want you more- Mathew ‘Mako’ Fate
She cries in her sleep every time she closes her eyes. Auryn Raines calls for my pack mate like he is the love of her life, and he’s broken her heart.
I sit back with a fist to my mouth and watch her as she curls tighter into a ball and whispers his name. Nothing we do stops it. We’ve held her while she cries, tried to wake her up, promised he doesn’t hate her. When she’s awake, she’s an omega in heat, and when she’s asleep, she mourns our Envy.
Now and then, in her sobbing, my name or Tyr’s or Digs’ will slip past her lips with the same pain that she has when she calls for him.
It rips open something raw inside me, leaving a gaping wound that is now filled with wishes and regrets. All I can do is watch, willing her to wake up, willing her to sleep without her sorrow. If I could go back and force her to see us, to not waste a single day without us, I would do it in a heartbeat.
The depths of her grief it’s not just from him refusing her heat, that is clear as day. This is deeper. She’s been feeling this way all this time. Has she missed us this much? This is more than friends, this is deep feelings, this is real, true grieving.
The way I missed her.
How had Ryn been doing in the year away from us? Did any of us really think that through? She hides so much behind that mask of hers, keeping all her feelings on the inside, protecting everyone else. But has Auryn been grieving for us like a lover would?Has she got feelings for us that are deeper and more romantic than we could have known? I know she likes us, but this reaction is more. This is so much more than missing a friend.
I think she might be in love with us.
She lets out a broken sob and whispers my name. My heart clenches, and I have to ball my fists so I don’t rush over there.
Digs sits beside me and grunts, startling me out of my musings. “It’s been six days. I think she’ll come out of the heat soon.”