Mafia's Broken Omega (Mated in the Mafia #6)

16. Avery

16

AVERY

A sexy dream became a little too real when I started rocking my hips in my sleep, rutting against the mattress like a lunatic. The feel of hands on me and breath against my ear was real and warm and something I didn’t ever want to end. Maybe I knew it was a dream because I was moving slowly, dragging out the sensations that seemed to spike all the way down to the tips of my toes.

Eventually, consciousness called, and I opened my eyes. As much as I wanted the dream to last, my fruitless thrusts weren’t met with what I truly needed, so I had to come back to reality. The reality where my alpha was sleeping beside me and completely unaware of my needs.

Of course, I couldn’t hold that against him, because it was the same need I’d had a few hours ago when we first went to bed…and a few hours before that when I needed him to fuck me in the shower.

Apparently, my coping mechanism was sex, and I wasn’t mad about it. Neither was he. It was just exhausting for us both because I always needed to feel my mate fully around me—preferably inside me—so I knew we were both safe and nothing could harm us.

He’d made me promise to always tell him when I needed him, so I did that. Not with words but with action. I grabbed his cock and teased it to life.

Cord’s eyes didn’t open as he smiled. "You need more already?" His throat was rough with sleep, and it was impossible not to smile too.

I knew I was being impossible, but I couldn’t help it.

I’d been warned by the Ferrini omegas about the super-horny phase of pregnancy, but neither of us knew it would be like this. Apparently, my body needed dick every chance I could get. The body that had been my own for my whole life was now huge and unfamiliar and never sated. At almost all times of the day or night, I was controlled by the growing life inside me…or the growing knot I wanted inside me. Partner that with the adrenaline from the hectic day, and I was a needy slut for my alpha.

“Then let me love you some more, sweetheart.” He rolled me onto my back and groaned as his hands moved over me. “I love every inch of you.” His touch quickly turned greedy as he worshiped me.

My alpha always knew how much I needed him.

His lips brushed over the skin above my belly button, then scooted lower until I gasped, hips rising to meet his mouth. He moved against me with the same focused intention he always had, touching me as if I were a precious gift.

I pulled him closer, desperate for his heat as energy felt almost tangible in the air. The swell of my belly pressed between us, and he loved me even more because of it.

Cord shifted me so I was on top.

“Yes!” I gasped, and my pulse was racing as I looked down at Cord, at the man who knew exactly who I was and still loved me. Despite it all. Maybe even because of it all.

His hands gripped my hips, and he lifted me so I was positioned over his hard cock. Even with my larger size, being this late in my pregnancy, my powerful alpha could position me perfectly. He guided me to exactly where I needed to be. When I felt his thick head at my slick opening, I lowered down onto it, pulling him inside me like a piece of me had been missing.

The air caught in my lungs. Everything was tighter with the growing baby taking up more space in me. My hand moved over my belly before lowering to my cock as my body consumed him, accepting his heat.

Cord was watching me with hungry eyes. In the early-morning hours, his breath came in loud, short, desperate bursts. "I can’t get enough of you either." His hips lifted off the mattress, thrusting his cock deeper into my body.

When I was fully sitting on him, he pulled me even closer and kissed me.

His words sent a thrill through me as I arched against him, impossibly full with my alpha’s enormous cock. I rode him with as much energy as I could spare, bouncing as high up and then down as I could get before we were both coming at the same time.

Even as I was shooting cream across his chest, Cord pulled out so his knot didn’t expand in me. But he still held me close as if we were connected because even though our bond wasn’t always physical, it was always there. Emotionally. Spiritually. In my heart.

I was happy. Everything I had ever wanted was right there in my grasp. "I love you."

He kissed me softly and closed his eyes again, ready to go back to sleep. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

I snuggled into his embrace. Soon we’d need to get up and clean up our mess. The sheets would certainly need to be washed, since this was our fourth coupling in the last twelve hours.

When we’d arrived home with Passion, I had taken the better part of the afternoon getting him settled into a guest room. I wanted him to be comfortable and to make sure that he felt safe. We had spent several hours just catching up. He seemed as if he wanted to be distracted, so I told him all about my T-shirt business and gave him a tour of my studio.

Finally, he had fallen asleep while the two of us caught up on the baking show we both enjoyed. I’d have to tell Cord that I watched an episode without him, but I would worry about that another time.

“I never want to leave here,” I said. My head rested on his chest now and his fingers roved over my naked back.

“Eventually we may get hungry and have to get food, love. But I am not opposed to spending as much time right here for the day.”

“No. I mean, I want to stay with you always. I don't want to go back to my apartment. I don’t want some house in the city that you pay for and only visit every so often. I want to be your partner. Like Joey is for Andro.”

Cord sat up on his elbow. His gaze met mine. “You are everything I could ever want in a partner, Avery. Velvet. I love you more than anything. If you wanted I’d leave this whole life behind for you and our child.”

I smiled. “That won’t be necessary, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

“I should have been more prepared. I want you to marry me, Avery. More than anything.”

“But?” Telling me he wanted to marry me and actually asking were two different things. I knew something was holding him back, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up quite yet.

His cheeks flushed a deep red as he lifted my hand to his lips and kissed the backs of my fingers. “I was supposed to pick up the ring yesterday, but I got side-tracked when I went to find you.”

I slapped his chest lightly, then hit him again for good measure. “Cord, geez! You had me thinking you weren’t going to ask, butthead!”

He laughed, and I grabbed a pillow and launched it at him. Of course, he deflected it easily enough. “I wanted to do it properly, but then you got impatient.”

Well, that wasn’t untrue. I’d never done patience well. Especially not with things I really wanted. “I suppose I can wait for a proper proposal. It better be good, though.”

He leaned forward and kissed my belly before reaching up to my mouth. “It will, love. I promise you that.”