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I moved my body again to help him. I squeezed my muscles around the huge bulge. It pressed lovingly against the gland inside me and I saw white. I was tuned to him and he to me. The pleasure grew and grew.
Could this work? Would the mate-bond happen even if I wasn’t fully Omega?
I had all the mental feelings for it: protectiveness, desire, love. My body raged with his making a furnace of heat on its own as if I, too, had entered the Burn. But my mind was clear through the ecstasy. Clear enough to see to him, care for him, pull the pleasure from him until he gave himself over to me completely.
Thorne’s eyes opened and closed. The irises came back into view but he kept rolling them. I saw the abject pleasure there, and felt the intense need he had to pull back, to not allow himself to black out.
“Look at me. It’s only me. You and me together. Please mate me. Hold on to me. Stay awake. Stay with me.”
I let go of his wrists. Slowly his hands came up and over my shoulders. The fingers dug in, increasing my stimulation.
I was ready. So ready.
His knot bulged deep inside me. It began to throb at a fast pace. Everything was attuned to this moment, this time in our lives in the world. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to. I wanted only to feel my body and my heart fill up and up until I could contain no more.
I climbed in my mind higher and higher. Awaiting the crescendo. When it seemed I could go no further I floated there, suspended in white heat and torrents of rushing pleasure.
It was forever.
It was only a second.
“Love you!” I cried out again.
When I finally fell, everything about me exploded into silver and glitter and an amazing lightness of being.
I felt my body collapse, still coming, onto Thorne’s broad chest. Everything was wet but free and beautiful. And hot. So hot. Thorne gushed into me as his knot pressed everything inside him up and out, and began to deflate.
Whispers came from his mouth. “Kris, I love you. I love you.”
Our lips met. His arms held me tight to him. He thrust up a few times, making me come again before he withdrew and we both collapsed in a heap of sweat and breathless moans.
Side by side, in the cold basement next to the glittering chains and Thorne’s discarded bag of sex toys, we lay naked, wet and breathing hard. My hand moved to my lips, feeling the big grin on my face.
Something very magical had happened between us. I didn’t care if it was the mate-bond or not. I only knew I wanted to do it again and again. Forever with him. If he’d let me.
No matter what, to my mind, we were mated.
And I would fight anyone tooth and nail if they ever came between us.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Thorne
“Are you ready?” Thorne asked.
Kris nodded.
Thorne wasn’t sure at all about this, but Kris seemed confident, if not downright happy. This was going to be hard for him, but the boy had a little spring to his step as he got out of the truck.
They’d come straight from the Administrator. Specifically, the Offices of Marriage and Mate-bonding. Blood had been drawn. Exams given. They had taken all the tests.
And passed.
Thorne had the certificate in his hand.
It had been unprecedented. Kris presented as Alpha, but his official Omega status made everything legal and binding. And because of his Omega hormones, their mate-bond had succeeded.
Kris was Thorne’s now. One hundred percent. It would be illegal for anyone to take him away.
