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Ash groans like ithurts, like itheals,and then his mouth crashes into mine - desperate, open, claiming - andwhoop,there goes my last rational thought.

He thrusts harder, like he’s trying to jackhammer the bond into my spine, and it works. Itsoworks.

Our scents explode together, thick and heady and definitely strong enough to knock out a small woodland animal. If anyone walks in right now, they’d either join or call animal control. Maybe both.

He’s inside me now - not just physically, butemotionally; and I wasn’t prepared for that second one to hit so much harder than the first.

Ash lets out a broken sigh against my mouth.

“I felt you,” he murmurs. “I’ve felt you for days. I just didn’t know how much I needed it.”

Oh wow - feelingsanddick? We’rethriving.

He thrusts again - deeper, hungrier - and my hips meet him automatically, like muscle memory’s taken over. I’m so full, so wrung-out, so completely wrecked that I’m basically a puddle in vaguely omega-shaped form.

The scent of it floods the room - hot and sweet and permanent, the aftermath of sex and an emotional breakthrough at the same time.

I hear Kai’s breath hitch, while Theo makes a low, reverent sound.

And Lucian - wherever he is - probably just punched a hole in a wall without knowing why.

Ash cups the back of my head while my body convulses around him, and I sob into his chest as though I’ve just been emotionally knighted.

The bond burns. Not painful, just... undeniable. Like someone tattooed his name across my bones.

He’s mine, I’m his, and somehow, in spite of the fact that I’m dripping, shaking, half-naked, and clinging to this man like a backpack in heat -

It feels right.

Ash kisses my cheek, all tender and sweet.

Then his voice drops, low and dark.

“But you’re not just mine.”

Oh no. Here we go.

Ofcoursewe can’t have one soft moment without tossing it into the blender of alpha possessiveness.

And okay - yes, technically correct. But also, Ash, please read the room.

I’m still one orgasm away from levitating, and now I have to emotionally process plural dick again.

I blink up at him, dazed, sweaty, and deeply aware that my boobs are still bouncing somewhere between devotion and gravity.

“Thanks for the bond, babe,” I rasp. “But if you’re gonna pull thesharing is caringcard now, I’m gonna need water, carbs, and maybe a ten-minute nap.”

Ash huffs a laugh - half growl, half affection - and presses his forehead to mine.

I think we both know this isn’t over, and god help me, as I blink over at Theo and Kai -

Well. I kind of hope it isn’t.

Chapter Thirty-One

Kai

I've been waiting long enough.

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