11. Gift
GIFT
ORRI
T he uncertainty still lingers in the back of my mind. The fear and guilt that maybe I’m making a mistake. That it wasn’t supposed to be like this. But as I spread Isabella out on the cushions and peel each layer of blankets away from her trembling body, all I can focus on are her soft sighs and needful whines.
Fuck. And here I thought the last time it was hard to control myself.
If anything, she’s even more needy this time, the initial resistance having worn off. Neither of us wants to drag emotions into this, but our bodies mesh so well together, and after sharing a moment like that, it only seems right. I press more kisses to her lips and face before moving to her ears and down to her neck.
She makes the most delicious squeal and jerks against me, the friction of our skin ramping my pleasure up even further. She has to know what she’s doing to me. Well, I’m going to give it back to her in turn. Plus interest.
Isabella lets out a long, shuddered moan, using the back of one hand to cover her face. Gently, I take her hand in mine and pull it away. “There’s no need to hide,” I say. “I’m right here.”
“I know,” Isabella whispers, “it’s just…”
“Shhh…” I whisper back, bringing her hand up to my lips. “There’s no shame in how you are feeling right now. No dishonor. This is simply a part of who you are, and by honoring that, you’re honoring all those who have come before you. Even Bjornick.” A low, soothing rumble echoes out from deep within my chest, and I hope she can feel it. “Even Zannah.”
Her eyes shine with emotion, and her hand relaxes, dropping to the pillows beside her head. With an even deeper blush, she nods her head, and pulls me in for another kiss. The need is so strong that I can barely control myself, but I hold back as long as I can. I want to savor this moment.
“I want you,” she says between kisses, and I almost groan at the words. Instead, I get on my knees, pull her hips into the air, and let my lips take over, my tongue and teeth soon finding the sensitive skin of her thighs.
I can feel her breathing grow more and more ragged. With every kiss, nibble, and lick, I draw closer to the place she needs me most.
"P-please," Isabella pants, making my raging cock even more rock-hard.
"Hmm. This?" And with that, I bury my face between her legs. My long tongue swipes around and across her sensitive bud and her back arches off the couch with a cry. I can’t help but let out a little chuckle. “Or this?” I dip my face lower to plunge into her wet cunt.
Fuck, I forgot how good she tastes. It’s like the finest, duskiest wine laced with pure sin. I lick and taste every inch of her, groaning in delight as her slick fills my mouth.
Isabella’s whimpers of pleasure fill the air, as well as her scent, her arousal, her need. I can’t hold myself back any more. Diving back in with gusto, I use my hands to spread her, licking, sucking, and fucking her until she cries out in orgasm.
With Isabella panting and trembling around my fingers and tongue, everything else from my past fades into the background. There’s only me and her, and the sweet scent of her heat infusing everything.
Her breasts bob with every touch. Her skin flushes the prettiest shade of pink, and her moans — I could listen to them all day. I try to commit each curve to memory. To fix into my brain the way she says my name, or the blissful radiance she exudes when reaching that ultimate peak. Because no matter how fun this might be for now, that’s all it’s ever going to be.
For now.
Two hurt souls finding solace in one another.
For now.
I bring her close again and again, drawing back before we reach that peak. I can’t help myself, her twitches and bucks against me are just so cute. So needy.
So mine .
“Please,” she’s panting, sweat rolling off her forehead. “Please, Orri. Please…”
I raise an eyebrow, looking up at her with my cum-covered face. “Please what?”
“F-fuck me. Please. I need y-your…” She trails off, covering her face with her hands again.
Though her embarrassed expression is nothing short of adorable, I’m not deterred. Gently, I move her hands away from her face. “My what? Tell me what you need, and you shall have it. I promise.”
Her eyes, still rimmed with tears, sparkle in the glow of the ambient light. Or maybe that’s just my imagination. Either way, this is a magical moment. Her whole body shivers beneath me when she says, no louder than a whisper, “your c-cum. Your seed. Please, Orri, I’m so empty, I need it, fill me up, please please please —“
Something snaps within me, and it’s no longer a question. I have to possess her. I have to give her everything.
With a growl, I gather her to me, layering hot, needy kisses on her neck and shoulders while I line up my throbbing dick with her hole. She’s so fucking wet, and when I slide inside, we both let out a long, guttural groan.
It’s not supposed to feel this right , is it? This safe, like this is where I’m supposed to be? Like this is what I’m made for?
I don’t have time to dwell on those kind of questions, though, because I have an omega in heat beneath me. And I’m going to show her just how an alpha pleases an omega.
This isn’t the first time we’ve had sex, but doing it this way fills me up in so much stronger a way. Before it was purely a physical, mechanical action. An in and out, back and forth designed to reach a goal as quickly and as efficiently as possible. But holding her here in my arms, being able to look into her face as I thrust into her, awakens something deep in my heart I thought died long ago.
Every time I pull out her walls clasp around me, begging me not to go. She wails and clings to me with surprising force, and as my thrusts get longer and deeper, so too do my grunts. She seems to love that, though, giving back just as much passion and enjoyment as I’m giving her, winding us both up impossibly tight until we’re teetering on the point of no return…
A split-second decision flashes through my mind: do I pull out again? I’m not supposed to come in her. I’m not supposed to get her pregnant. Only an assigned mate from the ISA can do that. That was the deal.
I grit my teeth and clench my abdominal muscles as my balls draw up tight to my body. I’m close, so close. With a cry I pull back, ready to paint her skin with my cum again like I did the last time, but then Isabella does something I don’t expect:
She lets out a cry of her own and her legs lift up to wrap around my waist, locking her ankles and pulling me back in. “No!” She pants, her eyes wild. “In me, in me, please, Orri—“
And the feel of her spasming pussy is too much to take — the last sliver of resistance fades away and I let loose. Stream after stream of hot cum explodes out of me, filling her up as deep as I can. The feeling is unlike any other and triggers something primal inside of me, something possessive and dominant and so very alpha it scares even me.
“Yes!” I roar, pushing in as deep as I possibly can. Fuck the ISA. Fuck the rules. She’s going to take every last drop of my cum — because that’s what she needs. That’s what she deserves. An alpha who can fulfill even her most base desires and soothe the raging storm inside her.
As we lay there, entwined and panting, I realize something that tilts my world on its axis. What I did — what we just did — I’d never felt anything like that before. Not even with Zannah. And that scares me more than it should.
I don’t know what to make of it, but I do know one thing.
I made two vows to Zannah long ago. One of them was to hold her in my heart and to never love another. And the other? To protect her from harm.
When she fell in battle, I was powerless to do anything about it. I failed my most solemn vow, and all I have left is the last promise I made to her. Even in death, she still has my heart.
And Isabella — no matter how good she feels or how right this all seems, deep in my heart — she’s not ready for another man, either. She’s still grieving, and I’m not going to cut that short for my own selfish desires.
I know there’s nothing wrong with what we did. And I know it helped us both blow off some steam. I feel closer to her than ever after we shared our pasts, but there’s one thing that hasn’t changed.
I may give her my body, but I can’t afford to give her my heart.