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Chapter Forty Theo's Pov:

I feel the energy in the room shift the moment I sense her approach. Standing in my bedroom—a space all my own. The deep, rich carpet underfoot, the dark bedding, and the sleek wooden furniture, piled high with the mundane evidence of my daily life, creating a backdrop that contrasts sharply with the electric tension building between us.

I pause by the door, every nerve alert, her taste still on my tounge and in my beard, the suns warmth still staining my clothes, as I watch her step inside. I know she’s been holding her breath, the anticipation palpable, and when she finally turns toward me, I see it all—the vulnerability, the longing, the wild glimmer in her eyes. Her black raspberry scent hitting me full force, my little muffin. Affection and arousal is a constant battle when it comes to my new little omega.

In that charged moment, I feel a fierce need to close the distance between us. I stand still, controlling the storm inside me, though the hunger in my eyes betrays the tempest roiling beneath the surface.

Her smile is teasing as she lets her dress and tattered underwear fall carelessly at her feet, leaving her flawless skin exposed, raw, and utterly unguarded. I can’t help the rush that surges through me. In one swift motion, I close the gap, my presence consuming her as I pull her into my arms with a primal urgency that’s impossible to ignore.

“God, Ivy,” I growl against her skin, my breath hot and insistent as I murmur, “you’re stunning.” Even as the words leave my lips, I can feel the heat of her response radiating against me. My hands roam over her, tracing every curve, memorizing every line as I draw her even closer, feeling that undeniable bond pulsing between us.

I lower my voice, filled with a mix of desire and gentle command. “Are you sure?” I ask, needing to see that trust reflected in her eyes. Her nod, quick and determined, answers me—she wants this as much as I do. Without hesitation, I press my lips to hers, our kiss igniting a fire that consumes all else. I have waited so long. So worried I'd hurt this sweet being, the object of my affection and obsession.

As we move toward the bed, I can’t help but notice the way her body responds, every touch, every movement a promise of what’s to come.

I can't get enough.

I whisper assurances, “Trust me when I say I’m going easy on you tonight, my sweet baby. After this, I’ll bring you to new heights every. Fucking. Day,” even as I claim her with a ferocity that speaks of primal desire. My teeth find the soft curve of her neck, then her chest and stomach, each nip punctuating the rhythm of our shared passion, eliciting soft whimpers that only fuel my need.

I drop my shirt with a swift, practiced motion, revealing a chest covered in tattoos—a collection of stories and symbols etched into my skin. I watch her eyes follow the intricate designs until they pause at the image of an open book with a flower growing out of its side, entwined with ivy.

Noticing her curiosity, I offer a short reply.

“Elias,” I say simply, acknowledging the name that ties the art together. When she asks about Callum and then Micah, I just shrug, a slight smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

“He designed and did it—all of them since I met him.”

My tone turns teasing as I add, “You’d think I’d let anyone who wasn’t pack touch me?” I see a blush creep over her cheeks, a silent affirmation of the possessive connection between us—a connection that fills me with both pride and longing.

That's right baby. Our pack.

Her reaction only deepens the intensity between us, and I pull her in for another hard, passionate kiss. “It’s time now, baby,” I growl, my voice thick with desire. My hand slips down, caressing her as I admire how her body surrenders to every sensation. I can feel her pulse, her eagerness—a living, breathing testament to the connection we share.

With deliberate care, I pull down my jeans and boxers, revealing myself fully to her. I gauge her reaction—a mixture of awe and a hint of playful trepidation—and chuckle softly at her unspoken comment on my size. Before she can dwell on it, I capture her lips in another fervent kiss, positioning myself with slow, measured intent as I ease into her. The moment is overwhelming; every inch of me, every part of her, attunes to the rhythm of our shared desire.

I feel the knot fill her completely as I move within her, a satisfying fullness that speaks of a deep, unspoken need. Each thrust, each whispered growl, is an affirmation of the raw passion that binds us. I hold her as if she were the most precious thing in the world, my arms a fortress of both strength and tenderness.

She's so tight around me, pure perfection. No matter how I feel myself expand she adjusts accordingly. Perfectly made for me.

Between grunts and gasps, every stroke and every moan is magnified by the electric bond that ties us together—a bond that, with each moment, solidifies further, wrapping us in an embrace that feels both ancient and inevitable. When I finally sink my teeth into her shoulder, it’s a final, primal punctuation to the crescendo of our ecstasy.

As the waves of pleasure crash over her, I feel that same intensity surge through me—a visceral, unrelenting force that leaves no room for anything but the two of us, united in our desire and in the raw, unfiltered connection that defines us. In these moments, with nothing left to hold us back, we are utterly and completely alive.

I don't let it end. I refuse to move out of my home. Of her.

Her eyes closed. Body limp with satisfaction. Little snores leaving her rose bud lips, I can help but kiss.

I roll on my back, taking her with me getting comfortable pulling the comforter out from underneath us and getting under the blankets, before joining her in blissful rest.

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Just a bonus to say thank you for your patience and all your votes and views while I was gone 😊❤️