The Alpha’s Surgeon

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The girls exchanged a quick, conspiratorial glance, silent agreement passing between them. Rae leaned forward first, grabbing Trey by the front of his shirt, pulling him close. Her lips met his in a deliberate, teasing kiss. Del didn’t hesitate—she mirrored the move, yanking Elijah toward her with the same boldness.

Trey let out a low, startled laugh, but didn’t pull away. Instead, he caught Rae’s waist, lifting her slightly to settle her on his lap, hands resting possessively on her hips. Elijah followed suit, guiding Del onto his own lap with a smirk that matched hers.

Will blinked, slightly stunned for a moment before Remi leaned forward, gripping his shirt and pressing her lips to his. Will’s initial surprise melted quickly into a grin, his arms wrapping around her to pull her flush against him.

The cabin felt smaller, warmer, the hum of the fire and soft cushions making the moment intimate despite the chaos that had come before. Laughter, teasing murmurs, and the occasional sigh filled the space as the four of them held each other close, the weight of the mate bond finally settling into something tangible.

Rae pulled back slightly, just enough to smirk at Trey. “Told you, Carter… we don’t wait around.”

Trey’s grin was a mixture of amusement and something deeper. “I’m beginning to understand that.”

Del whispered against Elijah’s ear, a playful glint in her eye. “Careful, Carter… I might not stop at just sitting on your lap.”

Elijah chuckled, tightening his hold slightly. “I think I can handle whatever you throw at me.”

Will, glancing at Remi, murmured, “Guess we’re all in for it now.”

Remi laughed softly, pressing her forehead to his. “Finally… no more hiding it.”

Aspen, curled up at their feet, gave a contented huff, as if approving of the new, close-knit arrangement. The cabin seemed to settle around them, warm, chaotic, and perfectly theirs.

The laughter and teasing faded into softer murmurs as their hands lingered, exploring the familiar curves and lines that had drawn them together for so long. Rae pressed herself closer to Trey, fingers threading through his hair as his hands slid from her waist to her back, tugging her impossibly near.

Del mirrored the movement, lips trailing teasing kisses along Elijah’s jaw and neck. Her hands roamed over his shoulders, down his chest, feeling the tension that had been coiled tight since the moment they realized their bond.

Will and Remi shared heated glances, lips brushing together in slow, deliberate kisses that spoke of unspoken promises. Will’s hands traced the curve of Remi’s hips, pulling her onto his lap fully, while Remi’s fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt, a wicked smile tugging at her lips.

Soft gasps and low murmurs of approval filled the space as the closeness escalated. Fingers tangled in shirts, hands pressed against backs, legs brushed and shifted, hearts racing in sync. The heat of the moment thickened, the pull of their bonds undeniable.

Rae tilted her head, lips pressing to Trey’s shoulder before gliding up to his neck, brushing against his jaw, tasting, teasing. He groaned softly, tilting his head to give her more access, fingers tightening around her waist as he drew her impossibly close.

Del pressed against Elijah, whispering something that made him laugh breathlessly before capturing her lips in a deep, claiming kiss. Their hands moved with silent urgency, every brush and touch sparking fire along their nerves.

Will’s lips moved from Remi’s mouth to her neck, trailing soft, heated kisses while his hands roamed over her back and sides. Remi responded in kind, tugging him closer, her body pressing against his in perfect sync.

The cabin seemed to shrink around them—the warmth, the laughter, and the soft hum of the fire fading into nothing but the heat of their bodies pressed together, hands exploring, lips claiming. Even Aspen shifted closer, sensing the tension, laying his head at their feet like a small, furry sentinel.

Every touch, every brush, every whispered murmur escalated naturally, teasing, testing, and finally tipping them over the edge into the shared, fiery awareness of just how dangerously connected they were.

Hands never leaving, teasing touches turning into urgent need, the boys gently—but firmly—guided the girls toward their rooms. The cabin hallway seemed to shrink around them, every brush of skin and shared glance sparking fire that had been building all evening.

Once inside, the door clicked shut behind them, and the teasing, playful touches gave way to pure desire. Lips collided, teeth and tongues mingling in a heated dance, hands roaming freely over curves and muscles alike. The room filled with soft gasps, low growls, and murmurs, the air thick with the heat of bodies pressed together.

Trey’s hands moved over Rae with precision, claiming her in ways words could never capture, while Rae’s nails raked lightly down his back, eliciting a deep, guttural groan. Del melted against Elijah, her lips moving over his neck, shoulders, and chest as he responded with a reverence that was both fierce and gentle.

Will’s hands gripped Remi as if letting her go would break them both, their bodies moving in sync, teasing, touching, and finally surrendering to the overwhelming need they had restrained for so long.

Then, instinctively, the boys let their wolf side guide them, marking the girls as theirs. The heat of their bite—gentle but firm, a pressure that burned with promise—was met with whispered affirmations, their connection deepening beyond desire into something primal, permanent. The scent, the bite, the marking—each one a declaration: you are mine, and I am yours.

Rae’s soft, shaky moans blended with Trey’s growls, Del’s gasps with Elijah’s low affirmations, and Remi’s breaths with Will’s quiet, possessive hums. Each moment escalated, the intimacy, trust, and passion weaving together until finally, the shared release washed over them, uniting their bodies and spirits in a way that left every nerve singed and every heart pounding.

As the aftershocks faded, they clung to each other, skin against skin, hair tangled, hearts still racing. Eyes met across the heat and chaos of what had just happened, and in that silent exchange, no words were needed. They were theirs, and theirs alone—mates in every sense of the word.

Even Aspen, curled in the corner, let out a single contented huff as if approving the bond he’d watched solidify.

The cabin, warm and cozy, now held more than laughter and chaos—it held the undeniable proof of bonds formed, desires fulfilled, and love claimed.