Chapter Eight – Felix #2
Slowly, I bring my mouth to her clit, running my tongue around it, along it, before I latch on and suck on it.
Noelle moans, her thighs clenching around my head, and I can tell what she likes based on the sounds that come after.
She doesn’t need to be told to be loud; she doesn’t hide any of the sounds that flow out of her, and each and every sound makes me even more eager.
I can’t get enough. I relish in the way her clit starts to swell under my attention, how her pussy starts to leak, both telltale signs that I’m doing good work. That she approves. That I can bring the pleasure out of her. It’s addicting in the best way.
Noelle moans my name, “Felix.” So light, so feathery; I can barely hear her say it over the volume of the TV, but I hear her.
No one has ever said my name like that before.
You can’t possibly understand what it’s like to have an angel whisper your name until you hear your mate breathe it out while in the middle of coming undone.
There isn’t anything like it in the world.
My chest rumbles with appreciation, and I go at her with renewed agency, sucking and nibbling on her clit with fervor.
I wrap my arms around her outer thighs, my fingers digging into her supple skin.
Her breathing catches, her thighs tense up.
By those two actions alone, I know she’s seconds from coming, so I push her even more, desperate to make her lose herself in pleasure.
God, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.
Noelle cries out when she comes, thighs clamping around the sides of my head as her pussy grinds itself against me.
I let her ride it out, let her ride my face, relishing in every aspect of it.
The sound she made, the way those thighs close around my head, how her clit spasms under my mouth’s assault…
and, of course, the way her pussy gushes fresh slick.
Oh, that slick. I dip my tongue low to catch it, to lick it up as it oozes from her.
I become a slave to it, needing it more than the air in my lungs.
Such delectable sweetness, the taste unlike anything else in the world.
Alphas and omegas truly are made for each other.
I could taste her slick every day and never tire of it.
I lap up her slick until her thighs relax, until it no longer leaks from her core, and I make sure to lick up every last drop of it, clean her up good. As much as I want to continue, if we keep going like this, we’re bound to take steps that should be taken as a pack.
Call me crazy, but I don’t think Matteo or Nico would like it if I had our omega right here and now, if I felt that wet pussy wrapped around my cock without them participating.
I want to—don’t get me wrong, I’m dying to have her in that way—but I know my place in the pack.
Matteo is our über, so ultimately it should be his and Noelle’s decision.
As it is, I’m probably going to get grilled on what I just did. Whatever. I could not hold back, not anymore. I’ve been so good for years, we all have, that it’s time to be a little naughty when it comes to this omega.
Though I want to keep going, though I want to make her come again, I resist the urge, and I dutifully ignore my hard dick as I reach for her panties and her jeans and dress her.
She lets me, watching all the while, still breathing quite hard after that earth-shattering orgasm.
It’s a minute or two before I’m laying down beside her, wedged between the couch’s back and her small body.
“Wow,” she whispers. “That was… wow.” That word seems to be the only word she can say, and I take it as a good sign. She must have felt really good if she’s at a loss for words. Turns out my concern over whether I’d be any good at it was useless. Who knew?
I wrap an arm around her and pull her close, and she rolls into me, the both of us now laying on our sides, facing each other. “You taste amazing,” I whisper to her. “The guys are going to be so jealous I tasted you first.”
There will be no hiding this from them. They’ll smell her on me, and probably smell her heightened scent, too. They… probably won’t be too happy, but whatever.
She buries her face against my shirt. “How embarrassing.”
I chuckle softly as I stroke her back and say, “Why would it be embarrassing? We’re a pack. We share everything.”
“I know that, but still.” She leans her head back and meets my eyes. “I guess I’m just not used to it. This is all new to me. I didn’t think… I mean, I wasn’t expecting any of this to happen.”
“You really had no idea we liked you all this time?”
Noelle shakes her head once. “No. Sometimes I’d catch myself thinking about it, thinking about you three, hoping that the looks you’d give when we would walk by each other in the house were more than just looks.
But you three never said anything, so I thought it was all in my head.
I thought it was just me being a stupid omega—”
“Stop. Don’t say that. You’re not stupid. If anyone’s stupid, it’s us for trying to pretend you were just our little sister’s best friend.”
“You’re not stupid.”
I hold her with a firmer grip, my arm tightening around her back.
“We are. We should’ve said something, should’ve talked to you before.
It’s our fault it went on as long as it did.
I’m sorry if we hurt you all those years, pretending we didn’t notice you like that.
I can speak for all of us when I say we were driving ourselves out of our minds staying away from you. ”
She smiles. It’s such a soft, gentle smile that puts me at ease. A smile like that can make everything right in the world. A gorgeous, tender smile that I always want to grace her lips. “And to think,” she says quietly, “we never would have met if your parents didn’t hire my dad as a landscaper.”
“Fate sure is funny,” I say. “I’m glad he brought you all those years ago, glad you and Miranda got on so well. Other alphas probably can’t say their little sister brought them their mate.”
“You never asked me officially to be yours,” she whispers, hesitant all of a sudden.
I bring a hand to her face and cup her cheek. It’s at a slightly awkward angle since she lays so close to me, but I make it work. My fingers caress her cheek as I tell her, “Patience. I think Matteo wants us to ask you officially, as a pack—but just between you and me, will you be mine?”
She nods and blushes, and I respond by bringing my mouth to hers again.
This time, I know exactly what to expect when our lips meet.
How she tastes, how she moans softly when the kiss deepens.
I can’t wait to learn more about her, to find a house of our own and move in together.
To start our new lives as a single unit, as a pack, and eventually—if it’s what she wants—to have kids of our own.
We’re like that for a while, for a long, long while, entangled with each other on the couch, in each other’s arms with our mouths locked together. No one could pull us away from the other. We’re too lost. It’s the best feeling in the world, and I wouldn’t trade it for a single thing.
Noelle is mine. Ours. No matter what happens, we’ll face the future together. That much I know. We’re a pack, we will survive and thrive together, and I know we will give her the life she deserves.