Page 48 of The Princess and the Pack

Whatever resistance Sloan held is swiftly shoved down. My alpha’s fingers slide into my hair, gripping to pull me upward so his chest presses to my back.

He feels so good—sodeep—as he fucks me with abandon.

“You want my mark, omega? Hmm? You want your alpha to bite this sweet neck?” he asks, licking my skin.

“Yes!” Only this will cure me. Only he can make this heat dissipate. “Alpha,please.”

White light bursts behind my eyes—his knot pressing into me so I can’t breathe, can’t think beyond the fullness.

“You’re mine,” he breathes. A promise before sinking his teeth into my neck.

Magic—shimmering, shining magic pulses through my veins as Fate binds our souls together. My alpha is there, brimming with pleasure and pride—so full of awe at how we’ve become one. Never has any moment in all the world been more perfect than this.

“Mine,” I whimper, tears falling freely. The suffocating heat from before settles, and my mind is no longer clouded by the need.

Sloan purrs for me, his chest rumbling to mitigate the sting of his teeth withdrawing from my skin. Without pause, he tends to his mark so it can heal a beautiful, silvery shade.

Precious. This moment is so pure—so unexpected and magical.

“You’re a gift, petal. The most perfect thing that’s ever been mine,” my mate whispers, trailing kisses to my ear.

Giddiness flares deep in my gut, mirrored in our bond.

“Mine,” I repeat, reveling in the steady thrum of bliss as it settles in my soul.

My alpha steals a long, lingering kiss and licks the tears that fall onto my cheeks. It’s too strange—too much—yet just what I need.

When he arranges us on the blankets, curling his broad body around mine, he whispers sweet words in the dark, promising a lifetime of this. I drift off to the sound of his purring and the warmth of his love surrounding me.

Ithought I was prepared for the magnitude of bonding—but I was so wrong.

I could never accurately describe the magic that coursed through my veins when my soul became permanently intertwined with Ivy’s. But if I had to take a stab at it? Euphoric, thrumming, all-consuming bliss glowed from within me as her light made a home in my heart.

The magic Fate gifts to those who are blessed to find their match is truly awe-inspiring. To know Ivy’s emotions as I do my own, to feel her surprise as my teeth sank into her throat is an experience I’ll never forget.

But even better was the absolutely surety that the bond, while unexpected for both of us, was met with elation from my omega. I can feel Ivy’s eagerness to grow this seed of love we’ve planted and I’m positively buzzing with the intimate knowledge that the desire I hold for her is returned wholeheartedly.

It’s a heady, powerful thing.

Makes me feel like a fucking king to know my mate craves me in all regards.

Even now as she sleeps, tucked against my chest in the nest we built for her, I can sense the contentment in her soul. After all that’s happened in the last two days, it’s a relief she can rest easily. We still have many obstacles to overcome, but with this unbreakable tether between us, I know we’ll prevail.

Together.

Chuckling to myself, I stroke the soft skin of her cheek and send gratitude into the world. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a blessedly beautiful mate as my Ivy, but I’ll protect her at all costs. Even with my life.

Cillian may want to throttle me for disrupting our plan. Oran may mock me for the confidence I had in my own self-control. But I don’t give a shite. Once they bond with her, they’ll understand. I could never in all my days regret what’s happened. Not when the outcome is the gift of her sweet heart beating in tandem with mine. Not when my life is inextricably tied to hers.

Tomorrow, my rut-induced stupor may cause problems for my pack. We’ll undoubtedly have to find a way to explain the bond mark on our queen’s immaculate neck.

But for now, I have the whole world in my arms, and I’m holding on to her for dear life.

When I awoke in my nest, cradled in the arms of my bonded alpha, I worried I might regret my reckless behavior the night before. But my mate kissed the spot where he’d marked me, and I vowed I’d never let fear ruin the beauty of being his.

I only met Sloan, officially, yesterday. Within hours, I let him have my body, allowed him to fuck me in the open where anyone could have seen us. More than that, I offered him my throat—my entire life—and begged him to bond with me.

As soon as my alpha bit me, his steady, sun-soaked warmth settling in my soul, I knew love in its entirety. When he spoke of his ardor being like a seed that needed watering, he was not quite forthcoming. The bond allows for little secrecy, and within it, I saw the garden he grew with his love. Bright, exciting—each bloom a different facet of his devotion—I could be nourished daily by the reverent affection he offers me.

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