Chapter Twelve – Matteo
When Noelle whispers that breathy, feminine “Yes,” every part of me gets ten degrees hotter, my heart skips a beat, and my cock twitches in anticipation. I nip at her neck, over her scent gland, and make the omega mewl.
Fuck, it’s such a sexy sound. I can’t wait to hear what other sounds will come from her when I’m balls-deep inside her.
My hands sneak beneath her shirt, bunching it up until I help her take it off.
Once it’s tossed to the side, I go for her bra next, fumbling with it a bit more than I care to admit thanks to the darkness of the bedroom, but soon enough the bra joins the shirt on the floor beside the bed.
My mouth collides with hers the same moment my hands cup her newly-freed tits.
The skin on her chest is ridiculously soft, so much so that I can’t get enough. Once I steal the breath from her lungs, my mouth lowers to that chest, where I take one of her nipples into my mouth and run my tongue along its pebbled point over and over.
Oh, the sounds that come from her then blow all others out of the water.
Noelle writhes and moans while I lavish her chest with attention, and eventually one of her hands finds its way to the back of my head, where her fingers weave.
After a while, I move to her other nipple and pay it the same amount of attention, losing myself in the delicious sounds coming from her.
I don’t care if she wakes up the others. I don’t care if my sister hears. Fuck, all I really care about is making this omega mine, and I’d be damned if I leave this room without memorizing every single thing about her.
The overwhelmingly sweet scent of slick fills the room, and I know my omega is dripping between her clenched thighs.
All of my senses are suddenly tuned into that slick and the space it came from, so I abandon her tits and head lower on her body.
My fingers hook around her bottoms, and I pull them off bit by bit until she’s completely free of all clothing.
The lights are off and darkness dominates the room, but my eyes have long since adjusted to it. I see enough. The smooth curves of her body, the way her chest heaves with every breath she takes, how her thighs spread open wide as she wordlessly invites me between them.
And the smell—oh, God, the smell of her is enough to push me feral. I never understood how alphas can lose their minds and go feral, but if they feel how I feel right now, I get it. If I’m deprived of this omega, I’ll lose my goddamned mind, there’s no doubt about it.
I lower myself between her thighs, and I waste no time.
Seconds later my mouth collides with her leaking core, and I lick up the slick her body has let loose.
I never thought it was possible, but she tastes even better than she smells—and she smells pretty damn good, so the taste of her is akin to heaven on earth.
Fuck. I’m so lost. I’m so lost, and I don’t care to ever be found. As long as I have Noelle by my side, warming my bed at night, life can throw whatever it wants at me, and it won’t matter. She is the only thing important to me now.
Well, Noelle and my brothers, my family, but from here on out, the omega is at the heart of it. Without her, we will fracture and break.
I lick up her slick, pushing my tongue inside her pussy to taste it from the source. Noelle moans as her thighs clamp around the sides of my head. I wrap my hands around her hips and dig in, the feast laid before me unlike any other feast I’ve ever had.
By the time my mouth makes its way to her clit, the tiny nub of flesh is swollen and sensitive.
I latch on, worshipping it with my tongue, and Noelle loses it pretty much immediately.
Her entire body trembles, the tremors taking hold of every muscle, and the sound she lets out right then is unlike the others—incomprehensible, laced with pleasure, a cry of total bliss.
When she comes, more slick gushes from her, and I am right there to receive it.
We continue like that for a while. I lose count of how many orgasms I give the omega, of how much slick I lick off her trembling thighs, but eventually I cannot ignore the throbbing cock between my legs any longer. When that happens, I take off my pants and what’s underneath in a rush.
My cock aches with need, oozing a considerable amount of precum.
I’d love to know what her mouth feels like wrapped around it, but that’s something we can discover together a different time.
Right now, all I want to do is bury myself between her legs once again, fill her up in a way I’ve never filled her up before.
I want to fuck her. I’m dying to.
I crawl over Noelle and hold myself above her. My cock finds its way between her thighs, the tip pressing against her slick folds. Through the darkness, I meet her eyes, and the omega must know exactly what I want to hear.
“Make me yours, alpha,” Noelle whispers, practically begging. “Please make me yours.”
Truth be told, she never needs to beg when it comes to me, however, I can’t lie: hearing her beg makes my inner alpha go nuts.
Something about it is ridiculously sexy, the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, in fact.
I’d love to see the omega on her knees, begging for my cock, but one thing at a time.
We’ll have plenty of time for that later.
I bear down on her, pushing my hips against her and filling up her core. Inch after inch, until her body can’t take any more. She sharply inhales as I push inside her, and I shudder at the feeling of her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock.
I knew she’d feel good, but I didn’t know she’d feel this fucking good.
“Fuck” is about the only word I can say as I pick up a rhythm as I thrust into her again and again. After a few more moments, I manage to say, “You feel so good, omega. Your body was made to take mine. You’re heaven on earth. My little slice of heaven.”
Noelle clearly likes the compliments, the praise. She shivers beneath me, her core contracting and tightening around my length—and in the process, she draws out another moan from my chest.
As much as I want to make this last, I simply can’t. I spent so much time worshipping her body that I can’t hold back any more. I can’t wait. I chase my own orgasm, an alpha on a mission, and I don’t stop until I reach it.
The pleasure explodes inside me like a dropped bomb.
I’ve never felt anything more powerful than the orgasm that hits me right then.
It takes me in a chokehold and refuses to let go.
My hips jerk against her, filling her core up as much as her body can handle as the heated pleasure surges through me.
A groan leaves me the same moment my cock spews its seed inside of her.
I’m so lost in her that I forgot we didn’t have a talk beforehand—we didn’t discuss whether she’s comfortable with me coming inside of her or not. Omegas become fertile with their first heat, but technically from the first moment an omega presents, there’s a chance.
A small chance, but a chance all the same.
Well, I suppose it’s something we’ll handle together.
Noelle doesn’t seem to mind one bit that I came inside of her.
With the way her hands move to my sides, how she holds onto me, I can tell she doesn’t want this to end quite yet.
A good thing, because I sure as shit don’t want this to end yet, either.
I smirk down at her, even though she probably can’t see much of the expression. “You want more, omega, is that right? You want to be fucked again, hmm? Good. I’m not done with you yet.”
I pull out of her and roll her over, then I yank her back so that she’s on her hands and knees before me.
I’d give anything to see how she looks right now: completely undone, her skin flushed, gravity pulling down her chest, my cum oozing from her core, mingling with her slick.
I bet she’s the very definition of beauty and sin rolled up into one.
My hands grip her hips, and I pull her back toward me. I’m on my knees, my legs spread so I’m level with her backside, so when I yank her back, my cock slides inside effortlessly. As I fill her up from behind, Noelle moans, and that sound fuels me to fuck her harder this time.
The bed shakes beneath us as I claim her body as mine again.
The omega takes everything I give her, practically mewling with renewed need.
I can sense she’s close, so I tell her, “You take my cock so well, omega. I can’t wait to see you take Felix and Nico like you’re taking me.
I can’t wait to see you stuffed full of cock and loving every second of it. ”
The words come out of me easily, and I mean every single one.
When you’re in a pack, whether it’s with blood or not, you share everything.
Felix and Nico might want their first time with her to be behind closed doors, but there will be times when the four of us are together.
We’ll have to get used to seeing each other pleasing our omega, maybe even at the same time.
Noelle moans and trembles. She’s right there, on the brink of another orgasm. All I have to do is push her off the edge.
“Are you going to come for me?” I ask her, grunting as I thrust hard into her pussy. “Are you going to be a good omega and unravel for me while I’m deep inside of you? Come for me. Show me how good of an omega you can be.”
She mumbles something incoherent, and seconds later she erupts.
Another orgasm takes hold of her, and I can feel her body creating more slick as I fuck her from behind.
She nearly collapses under the combined force of the orgasm and my fucking; it’s only thanks to my hands on her hips that she stays upright.
“Good girl,” I praise her. “Such a good girl you are. I can’t wait to show my brothers how good of a girl you can be for us.
They’ll love it as much as I do.” I pump into her pussy with renewed agency, fucking her into oblivion.
Another orgasm builds in my lower half, the pressure in my body undeniable.
I couldn’t fight it off even if I try, and I don’t dare try to.
I thrust against her ass hard as my eyelids slam shut. Though it’s dark, the orgasm within me is so powerful I see stars as I empty myself inside her pussy again. The orgasm is so commanding I swear the stars themselves align.
I pull out of her and she collapses instantly, breathing hard, clearly exhausted.
I go to lay beside her. I give her a hard kiss while my hand creeps down, between her spread legs, where I scoop up everything that has leaked out of her so far with a finger.
That finger moves to her mouth, and the omega knows exactly what to do, without being asked.
Noelle parts her lips, and I stick my finger into her mouth, where she licks up the cum and slick eagerly. My chest rumbles in appreciation, and it’s only when my finger is licked clean that I pull it out from between her lips.
Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her against my chest as I whisper, “I suppose we should’ve talked about boundaries before we did that. Are you okay?” Honestly, I don’t know what I’ll do if she says she’s not okay, besides hate myself for not thinking about it before.
Getting caught up in the moment, losing myself in her… how could I not? Still, I should’ve taken a step back and put more thought into it, asked her if she was okay with me coming inside of her. The last thing I want is to make her feel bad.
Noelle rolls around, snuggling against me for a few seconds before she finally replies, “I’m good.”
“You don’t regret anything we did?”
“No.” Her response comes easily, with no hesitation whatsoever, and I can’t fight the wave of relief that washes over me once she says it.
All I can think is: thank fuck we’re on the same page. Thank fuck she doesn’t regret it. I’d feel like total shit if she did. As it is already, the two of us will have a lot to tell the others tomorrow morning, although it’ll only take a single sniff before they realize it.
They’ll know, because Noelle will smell like me and I’ll smell like her.
Even with a shower and a good scrub, our scents will linger on each other for a little while.
That’s just how it is. It is possible to completely wipe the other’s scent, but it rarely happens in packs, especially once the bond marks are given—bites on the omega’s scent gland.
A bonding bite is a little like magic. I don’t quite understand how they work even though we’re all taught in health class what they are and why they’re forever.
Mingling our scent with the omega’s once our teeth clamp down; she’ll forever smell like us, even if she doesn’t wear our cum between her legs or inside her core.
It makes her less appealing to other alphas and keeps us in tune with each other. Gives us tunnel vision, so to speak.
As I think about biting Noelle’s neck, my canines ache with need, the particular body part suddenly coming to life with a mind of its own, like they’ve never wanted anything more than to sink down upon that tender flesh and mark her forever.
“Goodnight, Noelle,” I tell her, bringing my mouth down to hers for a chaste kiss.
“Goodnight, Matteo.”
She falls asleep instantly, or at least it feels like it.
I listen to her breathing steady and slow, desperate to tell her that I love her, that I’ve loved her forever, but for now, I’ll keep that to myself.
Somehow, I have the feeling those three words will be spoken by at least one of us before we leave this house and head back to reality.
All I know is, I’ll never forget a single detail about this Christmas.