Page 46 of Take All of Me

Maya’s turned to watching them, love in her eyes, her vanilla scent softening as I run a hand down her side, holding her close against me. Roman leans in, his teeth grazing Dakota’s shoulder, Holt mirroring him on the other side, and their teeth sink into flesh, Dakota howling, a sound of ecstasy, raw and primal, his body shaking as he clings to them. It’s beautiful, muscles flexing between the three of them, a vision of strength and surrender, their scents mingling binding them, forever.

I wish I could bond Maya like that, give her what they have, what I feel.

But then something shifts, a warmth in my chest, like Ifeelher—Maya’s desire, her need, her love, and that flicker of fear, Nox’s shadow, her scar a silent scream. It slowly becomes clearer—her want, not just for this, for us, but for a family, something to call her own, something permanent.

My heart stutters, because I know, before this week’s over, she’ll be bonded too, not just to me, but to all of us, our pack complete. I hold her tighter, my lips brushing her temple and she hums, her body relaxing despite the heat.

Dakota’s still trembling, Roman and Holt nursing their bites, their purrs loud, soothing him in a way that he needs Maya lets out a gasp, a needy sound, her thighs shifting again. I carefully gather up against my chest, carrying her to the kitchen, her headtucked against me and set her on the counter, the cool surface making her shiver.

She’s a mess—curls wild, lips swollen, a sleepy smile curving them—and my heart clenches, love so fierce it hurts. I rummage through the fridge, grabbing a bottle of orange juice, and pour her a glass, pressing it into her hands. “You take such good care of me,” she whispers

“Always.Always.” I mean it, every fucking word, because she’s everything.

“As hungry as I am.” She sips some of the juice and then sets it aside. “I just want to sleep. But I also want to fuck again. Damn, this is a lot.”

“I know,” I say, stepping closer, my hands on her thighs, “but none of you have eaten near enough. Pretty sure Dakota’s heat will break today. Eat just a little and I’ll order enough food to feed an army when we wake up.”

She drinks more juice, her throat bobbing, and I pick a strawberry, holding it to her lips. She bites, juice dribbling down her chin, and I lean forward, licking it up, slow, tasting sweetness, vanilla,her. My lips find hers, our tongues sliding together, a slow dance that’s more than desire—it’s love, raw, real.

She spreads her thighs, dragging me closer, her hands gripping my shoulders, and I can’t help it, my cock hard again as I slide into her pussy. A low groan tears from my throat as I rock into her, not fucking but making love, each thrust a promise, my hands framing her hips, careful where we’ve held her.

“I know it’s too fucking soon,” I murmur against her lips, “but I’m in love with you, Maya.”

“Is it wrong if I’ve already fallen?” she says, and my chest cracks open, my thrusts deepening as her pussy clenches around me.

We’re lost, kissing each other as I thrust into her soft moans swallowed by my mouth as her orgasm shudders through her. I follow, spilling inside of her, Maya grinning at me as I pull back breathless.

“Fuck the food,” I say, panting, my hands cupping her face, “I’m taking you with me for a while.” I lift her, her legs wrapping around me, my cock still inside of her and carry her to the guest bedroom, “I’m gonna make love to you, Maya,” I purr as I lay her down on the sheets, “gonna show you how precious you are.”

Maya

I wake smashed against Dakota’s chest and I chuckle, because—of course he’d find me, even after his heat, crawling into the guest bedroom to curl around me. “How does it feel to be officially bonded?” I ask curious, my fingers tracing the air near his bites, not touching, not yet.

“Feels a little weird but perfect,” he says. “I can feel everything but it’s comforting, having them in my head.” Dakota tilts my chin up, his thumb gentle, his eyes searching. “Would you ever want this?” he asks. “Or do you know right now it’s not something you’d want?” His question hangs, my mind spiraling—Nox’s bite, his prison, the scar that screams I’ll never be free.

Minutes pass, my thoughts a tangle, and then I find my voice. “I thought I wouldn’t want it,” I say. “I thought there’s a lot Iwouldn’t want after Nox, but I watched them with you, and it was so beautiful, and you look so happy.”

Dakota’s eyes soften, his hand cupping my face, grounding me. “That’s how it’s supposed to be. It isn’t supposed to hurt. It isn’t supposed to feel like a prison.”

“I do want it,” I say, my voice trembling but sure, tears falling down my cheeks. “I think I’ve just been so scared it’d end up the same, but it’s not the same at all, and I don’t even know why I keep comparing.”

Dakota smiles, his thumb brushing my tears. “Because he tried to ruin you. He didn’t, but he tried, and now you’re realizing there are other beautiful things in the world.” His words are a balm as I lean up to kiss him.

The kisses deepen, his hands in my hair, my fingers tracing his chest. I pull back, breathless, my resolve solidifying. “I’m gonna tell them.”

Dakota’s grin widens, his eyes sparkling. “There’s no rush. They’ll wait as long as you need.”

“No, there isn’t a rush,” I say, “but waiting doesn’t do anything for me. Using my scar as an excuse isn’t true anymore. I don’t have any reason keeping me except myself.”

He nods, his hand squeezing mine. “Well, I’d love to have you,” he says, “and I know Roman and Holt would be honored.” His face twists a little bit and I catch on to his worry.

“I’m not sure how it happened but I can feel Brogan. He’s not left out. He’s… really happy right now.” I frown, a spark of desire running through that bond and glance up at Dakota for answers.

He chuckles, laughing at my confusion. “I’m sure he’s really happy because of you but he’s also currently kissing Roman.”

My eyes widen as I scramble from the bed, Dakota chuckling as I go to see if I can catch the cutest couple in the entire world tangled around each other.

Thanksgiving is over, the week at the cabin coming to an end, two new bites tying me to my pack. I asked them of only one thing, that they stay away from my neck and they complied. However, now every time Holt kisses me, I light up like a Christmas tree and Roman decided that my ear was fair game. It would have been fine but he keeps nibbling on it, massaging it, making me need more than can be accomplished in public. Of course, Brogan and Dakota thought it was hilarious until I told them I’d withhold all sexual activities for a week.

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