My heart thunders as I find Quincy asleep in my bed upon making it back to the house. I’m baffled why she didn’t opt to stay with Hartley and Ridge in the pack bedroom, but it makes every bit of my long day worth it.

    I rush through a quick shower and dry off without bothering to dress myself after.

    She told me I couldn’t touch her sexually while she slept unless we had taken that step while she was awake and consenting, but we have… Meaning, there’s no reason why I shouldn’t lift the nket and snuggle up behind her soft form.

    So I do.

    She’s warm, and her electric scent is everywhere. I mostly kept my distance when I stretched out next to her at her home. asionally, I would get brave and brush my fingers over her cheek or arm, but I have no limitations now.

    stering my nude body to her back, I slide my hand under the T-shirt she’s wearing. It’s long enough to basically fit like a dress, so it must belong to Ridge. My fingers tease over her stomach, and I ster my nose to her hair.

    The gentle change to her scent proves Hartley took my advice. Well, I can’t be angry when I’m the one who suggested he take action, but I don’t intend to allow myself to be left behind.

    Sliding my hand higher, I cup her breast and flick her nipple, which hardens under my touch. I nose her hair out of the way, baring her neck to me. It’s dark, and I don’t have my sses on, but I don’t believe Hartley’s bite will be in my way. All that perfect skin on her throat is mine for the taking.

    I lick and suck my way down her neck and continue teasing her breasts.

    Quincy moans, shoving her ass back against my cock.

    A dangerous smile crosses my face, and I pull my hand from under her shirt, bringing my fingers to my lips. I coat them in my saliva, and this time I move to cup her pussy. I hold my head up with my other hand and take painstaking precautions to keep from waking her. It’s an agonizing minute before I’m able to brush her clit, but with the way she lies on her side, it makes everything moreplicated than it needs to be.

    It’s strange that in a few short months, the baby belly will be gone and in its ce will be a tiny human. I’ve seen pictures of Quincy from before she got pregnant, but that isn’t the same as seeing it in person.

    I believe I’m going to miss the baby bump.

    The little omega whimpers in her sleep, lifting her top leg and moving it back to offer me easier ess to her swollen nub.

    I freeze, verifying she is still asleep, but her eyes never flutter, and her heart rate stays the same. My mind conjures images of the shocked faces she’ll make as she wakes up with my cock already inside her, and my knot swells. It’ll get evenrger when it’s locked in her sweet pussy.

    I find myself grinding against her ass as I tease a finger down to test her opening. I’m able to scent her slickness simply by breathing deeply, but having confirmation isn’t a bad thing.

    The way her walls instantly stretch to amodate my finger nearly makes me groan. I grit my teeth and add another digit, doing my best to work my palm over her clit as I fuck her with my hand.

    What I wouldn’t give to be able to roll her over onto her back. At least then I could jerk off as I got her ready. I’d really love to have herpletely nude, so I could stare at her tits. That would also give me a better view of where my fingers disappear inside her.

    Her core clenches, and she grinds over my hand. I stretch around her top half and check her face, but it’s still cid. My shaft jolts against her backside, and I bite my lower lip to keep from growling.

    She’s so peaceful with her darkshes fanning over her cheeks, and I’m fucked up because every cell in my body aches to ruin that contentment. I don’t want her truly afraid of me, but I crave that look of shock as she awakens with no idea what’s happening.

    It’s once again a painstakingly slow process to pull my hand from her core. I’d love to bring my fingers to my lips to suck off every drop of her slick, but I use it to lube my cock.

    The height difference between us bes apparent. I scoot down to get better positioned and work my hand between her thighs, lifting and pulling her leg forward just a bit. I’m quite proud of the fact I think to ce a pillow under that knee, which should help keep her a bit more open.

    I’m just settling behind her once more when she groans, wiggling in her sleep. It perfectly grinds my shaft through her ass cheeks, but I pop my hips back and tten my cock to be able to ess her pussy.

    Perhaps I should feel guilty over how aroused I am by the thought of fucking her awake.

    No.

    That’s silly.

    I have permission, and I intend to take full advantage of it. The idea that she trusts me to care for her and not overstep any of her boundaries, even when she’s unconscious, is what I find so appealing. It proves she’spletely mine.

    Getting my crown lined up at her opening, I loop my forearm around her hip and stretch my fingers down to find her clit. It’s really not that difficult to locate. I’m not sure why so many men seem to make a big deal of it. Although I fully admit, it’s much harder to remember to tease it when I’m overloaded on bliss.

    I ever so slowly thrust inside her warm, wet pussy.

    She’s so snug.

    I still my hips, but my chest heaves, and my body trembles.

    Quincy’s eyes flutter without opening, and I hold my breath as I wait. My fingers twitch, and I give in to the urge to circle her clit. Her mouth parts slightly, and I take that opportunity to pull out and dip back inside her core.

    My nostrils re at the scent of her perfume bursting in the air, and I bring my face close to her throat.

    Could she ept a bond while asleep?

    No, that’s absurd and not worth the risk.

    My tongue darts out, licking over her skin.

    Christ.

    She’s delectable.

    Her inner walls clench around my throbbing shaft as I rake my teeth down her neck. That produces a muffled moan from her lips, and it spurs me on. It takes every ounce of focus I possess to keep my strokes measured, but even then…

    She feels too good.

    I find myself mming into her, no longer caring if I wake her, my focus fully on the way her breasts bounce under Ridge’s shirt as I rut deeper.

    “Trigg.” A soft hand flies down to cradle mine, which still works her clit. “You’re home.”

    “I am,” I agree in a breathless tone, but it’s not the house that feels like home.

    It’s Quincy.

    “God, that feels good,” she whispers, grinding her hips back to meet mine. “I missed you.”

    I tease my tongue back up her throat, nipping at her ear. “Me too, angel.”

    The bossy little thing cups my fingers, showing me exactly how to work her clit before clenching her inner walls. I’m unprepared for how intense my pleasure gets as slick drips from her and down around my knot.

    “I’m so close,” she says, moaning. “Bite me. Please?”

    That’s truly all I’ve been waiting for.

    A low growl rattles from my chest, and I strike her throat just below her ear.

    So many things happen at once, and it bes impossible to focus on one specific thing.

    Her blood bubbles around my canines, and I lick it up like I’m a vampire.

    Quincy’s pussy begins milking my shaft in rhythmic waves that send me over the edge.

    My spine tingles as my balls get tight, and I m as deep as I can get before emptying inside her.

    All of that is secondary to the way her electric scent fills my entire being. It’s not like breathing her smell in from the air. It’s like her scent is inside my mind. Several seconds pass, and I lose my vision as I’m hit with a violent wave of euphoria that isn’t my own.

    That’s Quincy’s orgasm.

    Holy shit.

    She epted my iming bite.

    We’re bonded.

    Only I forgot to give her one of her courting gifts before marking her.

    Jesus Christ. It’s always something. At least she can’t get away from me now, and with a little luck, I’ll learn to be the perfect husband.

    Okay, maybe I’ll need time and practice, but the bond is on my side. From here on out, I’ll have a deep level of insight from the connection that now links our souls together.hr

    Quincy bursts into tears the next morning as I fashion the ne around her lithe neck.

    Pure panic rips through my chest as I nce between my packmates, desperately searching for any clue what I’ve done wrong.

    Hartley chuckles, shaking his head.

    Ridge just smirks with a shitty look on his face.

    They’re no fucking help.

    I would have gotten more insight from asking the mutt for assistance.

    Squatting down next to her chair at the table, I pat her thigh. “It’s okay if you hate it. We can pick out another and have it delivered within a few hours.”

    Her hand flies up to feel the heart-shaped lock pendant. It’s not a locket. It’s quite literally a lock, and I have the key. It’s a tiny key, which is more symbolic than functional since the ne is removed with a sp rather than a true cor.

    “I love it,” Quincy whispers, grabbing a handful of my button-down shirt. She tugs me closer, shoving her lips to mine. It’s a quick kiss. I’m still trying to understand why she’s weepy if she likes the gift when she pulls back, smiling as she catches her breath. “I love you, Trigg.”

    My heart thunders, and I cradle her head in my hand. “Thank you. Now it’s time for breakfast.”