Chapter 268: Wedding Night

A sharp, searing spike of heat shot straight down my spine, making my entire body flush and tremble under his weight. But right behind the sharp prick came an overwhelming, intoxicating surge of absolute completeness—a golden, unbreakable connection snapping into place, filling every corner of my mind and heart with Reid’s unconditional love, protection, and devotion.

I gasped, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders, tears of pure, overwhelming joy spilling from the corners of my eyes as the bond sealed itself permanently.

Reid’s teeth eased from my nape only long enough for his tongue to soothe the fresh mark. The second the bond locked fully into place, something inside me opened. Night-blooming jasmine poured from my skin in a warm, intoxicating rush; his frozen pine answered it, thick and sharp, rolling over us until the air itself felt heavy with us.

"Fuck," Reid groaned against my throat, the word rough and low. "You smell like... like you’re already mine. Everywhere."

His hands were already working the buttons of my shirt open, his palms sliding over my sensitive skin. Every touch sent another pulse of the bond through me—his hunger, his awe, his barely-leashed need. I arched into him, silver hair spilling across the pillows.

"Reid—"

"I know, honey. I know." He kissed the words into my mouth, deep and slow, while one hand dragged my trousers and underwear down in a single impatient motion.

The cool air kissed my bare thighs only a second before his warm palm closed around me. I was already hard, already leaking, the new body’s responses sharp and overwhelming.

"Shit... look at you," he breathed, eyes dark with pure heat. "So pretty. So ready for me already."

He stripped himself without wasting a second, tossing his clothes aside until nothing remained between us but the heavy, living weight of the bond.

When he settled between my thighs again, the head of his cock nudged against my entrance—slick with my own wetness, the jasmine scent rising stronger the more he touched me.

Reid paused, forehead pressed to mine. "Tell me again. I need to hear it."

"I want you," I whispered. "I want your knot. I want to feel you lock inside me and know you’ll never leave. And lets make another baby while we’re at it."

"Fucking hell."

The words hit him like a physical blow. His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide, and a low, nearly feral growl rumbled out of his chest. But instead of pushing in, Reid shifted down the bed in one smooth motion, broad hands spreading my thighs wider, thumbs gently stroking the sensitive crease where leg met hip.

"Reid? What are you doing? Hurry and put it in,"

"Not yet," he murmured, voice rough with restraint. "You’re still a virgin in this body, honey. I’m not just going to shove in. Let me take care of you first."

Before I could answer, he lowered his head and dragged the flat of his tongue in one long, deliberate lick from the base of my balls all the way up over my hole.

I gasped, hips jerking. "Reid—!"

"Shh. I’ve got you." Another slow, wet pass of his tongue, then he sealed his mouth over me and sucked, soft and filthy, the wet sound obscenely loud in the quiet room.

Frozen pine flooded the air as his pheromones spiked with pure, possessive hunger; my night-blooming jasmine answered in a thick, sweet wave that made him groan against my skin.

He licked me open like he had all night and every night after. Broad, flat strokes first, then the pointed tip of his tongue circling, pressing, teasing the tight rim until it fluttered and softened under the attention. When he finally pushed inside—hot, wet, relentless—I cried out, fingers flying to his soft blonde hair.

"Fuck... fuck, Kain," he swore between licks, the words vibrating against my most sensitive place. "You taste so damn good. And look, your hole is already dripping for me. Gonna get you soft and open so I can slide right in."

He worked me thoroughly. Tongue fucking me in slow, deep thrusts, while his hand stroked my dick, the dual sensation making my back arc and my body tremble.

Then, he pulled back to suck and nibble at the rim until I was shaking, slick pouring out of me in warm pulses that he eagerly licked up. Every wet sound—slick, wet, filthy—mixed with my broken moans and the low, continuous growls spilling from Reid’s throat, made the moment feel even more sensual.

The bond pulsed between us, feeding me his fierce tenderness and the raw, aching need to claim me properly.

"Reid—please—" I whimpered, thighs trembling around his head. "I need—ah—need more—"

He lifted his head just enough to look up at me, lips shiny, eyes dark with hunger and something softer, almost reverent. "I know, baby. Gonna give you everything. Gonna stretch this pretty virgin hole on my tongue until you’re begging for my cock... then I’m going to fuck you as much as you want. Then, I’ll fill you up until we make another baby. Ours. How ’bout it?"

He dove back in with renewed purpose, tongue thrusting deeper, one thick finger joining it to stroke and scissor carefully while he licked and sucked. The sensation made my back arch clean off the bed. Wet slicking noises filled the room—continuous—as he opened me with patient, devoted hunger, never rushing, never letting the burn turn sharp. Only pleasure. Only the bond humming safe, loved, mine. It was as if he was trying to make up for how our initial first time had happened, how he had been so brutal, so rough, so arrogant, never caring for what happened to me and only basking in the pleasure of making his captain get on his knees adn beg him to fuck him.

He was trying all over again, but with the opposite kind of treatment. And somehow—very strangely—I would still prefer that rough and obnoxious first time to this overly devoted one.

When I was trembling and open, hole soft and fluttering around his tongue and finger, Reid finally pulled back. He crawled up my body, kissing a wet path over my stomach, my chest, my throat, until his forehead rested against mine again. His cock—thick, heavy, already leaking—nudged against my slick entrance.

"Ready for me now?" he asked, his voice wrecked with lust. "Ready for your Alpha to take this virgin hole?"

"Yes," I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Please, Reid. Make me yours. Knot me... give me another baby."

He pushed in slow. The stretch burned sweetly; my body opened for him like it had been waiting a year and a death for this exact moment.

A broken sound tore out of my throat—half sob, half moan—as he sank deeper, inch by careful inch, until his hips met mine and the thick base of him pressed against my entrance.

"Goddamn... so tight," Reid swore, voice cracking. "You feel perfect. Like you were made for me all over again."