37. Lars
37
LARS
The wind shook the lighthouse cottage, and the mood inside matched the weather. Tension filled the kitchen, sharp enough to cut through. Olive had been bright and sunshiny all day, but her dark mood seemed to roll in with the arrival of the storm. Or maybe the weather was just as obsessed with Olive as I was and changed itself to match her mood.
Her deodorant must have worn off because her scent was all burnt coffee—bitter and acidic—and her usual sweetness was absent. The cabinet doors slammed shut as she worked her way around the kitchen, followed by her little sounds of frustration. And it fucking broke my heart. To think she’d been alone all these years, managing all of this on her own. The way her body turned her mind against her at the drop of a hat. I couldn’t imagine how fucking disorienting that must be.
“Come here, sweetheart,” I said when I couldn’t take it anymore.
Olive turned to me, her eyes dull and her expression pinched. “What?”
I crooked my finger. “Come here for a minute.”
“But I need to make us tea.”
I arched my eyebrow, barely keeping my alpha contained. I wanted to close the space between us and pull her into my arms. But my omega was skittish, and I wanted her to know that I was the one she should always run to.
Olive looked back at the mug she’d pulled out from the cupboard and then at me. Painfully slowly, she shuffled towards me, my thick woolen socks on her feet dampening the sounds of her steps. She stopped about a foot away, looking down at the floor. I cupped her chin with my hand and lifted her face to find her lip trembling and her eyes glassy.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled her against my chest, folding myself around her. Her breaths came quickly as she wrapped her arms around me, holding tight.
I rubbed my hand down her back. “You having a hard time, sweetheart?”
The only sound I got back was a tiny little sob.
“That’s okay. I’ve got you.”
“I’m ruining everything.” Her words were muffled against my t-shirt.
“How could you possibly be ruining anything?”
“It was such a good day,” she sobbed. “Why do I feel like this now?”
I rubbed my cheek against hers, scent-marking her. “I don’t know,” I murmured. “But it’s not your fault, and it’s not ruining anything.”
She needed the comfort of her nest, so I palmed her ass and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I headed down the hallway. I paused outside the door. “Will you invite me inside, little omega?”
“Don’t leave,” was her response.
I pushed inside and settled her down on the bed, the air mattress shifting underneath her. Then I had an idea. “I’ll be right back.”
She clutched at my arm with a whine. “Sorry,” she whispered, curling in on herself.
I leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I’ll be back in thirty seconds. You can time me.”
I ran back to the living room and grabbed the books we’d gotten today. Olive was completely hidden under a blanket when I returned .
“I got your books if you want to read something.”
Her head poked out from under the blanket. She sniffed, scrubbed a tear from her cheek, and pulled a book out of the bag.
“You don’t have to stay,” she said, turning away from me.
I huffed and lay down behind her, pulling her close to my chest.
“Stop worrying,” I murmured, my face pressed into her hair so I could breathe in her scent, which had turned the slightest bit sweet. “I’m not bored. You don’t have to entertain me. Just relax.”
Olive made a disgruntled little noise, and I grinned. My girl liked to pretend she didn’t like being told what to do, but the tension in her body finally drained away as she settled fully against me. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a leg between hers. She shifted, her curvy ass nestling against my rapidly hardening cock. I angled my hips away from her, not wanting her to think I was pushing for sex, but she moved right back.
I grinned. Alright then.
I didn’t see which book she’d chosen, but it made my alpha ridiculously proud that I had provided it. I propped myself up on my elbow so I could read over her shoulder, but the words swam and she flipped the page way too quickly for me to keep up.
“What are you reading?” I should probably stay quiet, was probably testing my luck, but I wanted to know everything about Olive, including what she liked to read.
“It’s a Mafia romance.”
I let out a bark of laughter but quickly sobered when I realized Olive was serious. “What is a Mafia romance?” My only frame of reference for the Mafia was watching The Godfather , but I didn’t think that’s what Olive had in mind.
“The main characters are part of rival mafias and get married for an alliance.”
“And… you like this?”
“If you want to judge me, you can just get out,” Olive snapped. She tried to disentangle herself, but I held on tighter.
“You’re not going anywhere, kitten. I’m not judging, just curious. Want to read it out loud to me?”
That made her stop squirming. “You are not calling me kitten. ”
I hummed, running my hand down her side. “You’re cute and small, with the occasional claws. Seems to fit.”
“I’m not small,” she grumbled.
I flipped her onto her stomach and laid my full weight on top of her.
“Oh my god!” Olive squealed, trying to buck me off.
I laughed and quickly rolled off of her before I actually crushed her. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was flying everywhere. “You seem pretty small to me,” I said with a wink.
“Not all of us can be big Viking alphas.” She pushed her hair out of her face.
“No, some of us have to be perfect, precious omegas.” I ran my hand down her side and squeezed her hip. There was so much more of her I wanted to squeeze, but I wouldn’t push it right now. I ran my nose down the side of her face, my lips skimming her soft skin. “In case there was any confusion, I love every part of your body.”
She blushed and couldn’t quite meet my gaze. I rubbed my beard against her cheek until she laughed and pushed me away.
I flopped onto my back with a smile. “Now that we’ve determined my nickname for you is perfect and you love it, read me your book.”
Before she could protest, I arranged Olive so we were spooning again, moving her limbs until she was right where I wanted her.
“You’re not always going to get what you want,” she huffed.
I stroked my hand through her hair, smoothing it down. “Noted.”
Olive’s books were dirty .
Holy shit.
And hearing her read it? It made me so fucking hard. She was so prim and prissy, all blushes as she read out the explicit scene, and it was so cute I could howl.
The Mafia guy in the book was using rope to tie up his wife.
My cock twitched against her ass .
My omega was growing squirmy.
Her breathing heavy with each new sentence.
Her thick perfume filling the room.
I tightened my hold on her and pressed my knee tighter against her pussy. “Is my girl feeling needy?” I murmured as I planted kisses down the side of her face. “Does she want her alpha to tie her up?”
She closed the book with a huff. “You’re assuming you’re the one who gets to tie me up? Maybe you don’t get to be in charge all the time. Maybe I want to be in charge.” I rolled her onto her back so I could see her face. She scowled and crossed her arms.
I bit the inside of my cheeks to stop from grinning. I decided I loved prickly, grumpy Olive. As if there had ever been any doubt.
I loved Olive.
I loved Olive.
The realization washed over me like a sweet, warm latte.
I pressed a kiss to her scowling forehead and sat up, leaning against the wall. “Alright, kitten. You’re in charge.”
She blinked. “What?” She was so shocked she forgot to scowl.
I grinned. “If that’s what you want. Have your way with me.”
Olive chewed her lip as if wondering if this was a trap. “What if I want to tie you up?”
“Mmm, I bet my girl knows how to tie a good knot. Seems like a skill for a lobsterwoman.” I waggled my eyebrows and she huffed, but she couldn’t hide her almost smile.
She moved into a kneeling position, a bundle of blankets still surrounding her. “Okay. Then… then you should take off your clothes.”
Her expression was pure challenge, as if she thought this was when I was going to tap out. Adorable.
I quickly stripped out of my clothes, throwing them over the side of the mattress. Olive’s heated gaze ran down my body, stopping when she got to my cock that was so hard it was almost standing up.
“Strip for me, kitten. Show me all those beautiful curves.”
“I’m in charge,” she muttered, but she did as I said, throwing her clothes to the ground in a huff. I held myself back when all I wanted was to lunge at her, to pull her sweet, dripping pussy down on my cock.
“Stay here,” she said with a point of her finger before leaving the room.
I wanted to chase. Images of me hunting her in the dark, creeping up on her, flitted through my mind.
Fuck. I didn’t know chasing was one of my fantasies, but it definitely was now.
Olive quickly returned with a length of rope, and a spurt of precum hit my stomach. I groaned, leaning my head back against the wall. “Are you going to tie me up, kitten? Have me completely at your mercy?”
She crawled onto the bed, confidently holding my gaze. Her breasts swung with her movements, and I was mesmerized by her pretty pink nipples.
Olive took hold of my arms, encircling my wrists with her small hands. “Are you really okay with this?” she whispered.
“Yes, sweetheart. More than okay. Don’t overthink it, okay?”
“You’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like?”
“Of course.” She’d have to try very hard to do something I didn’t like.
She straddled me, and her slick dripped onto my cock. I cursed, but stayed still as she tied a loop around my wrist.
“I don’t have anything to attach this to,” she said with a frown. I made a note that we needed to make sure the bed we got her had a frame or slats or some shit. Because this was not going to be the last time we had rope in her nest. “Can I tie your hands behind your back?”
I cradled her head in my hands, bringing her lips a whisper away from mine. “I told you to have your way with me, omega.” My voice was low and gravelly, my alpha coming to the surface. “And I meant it.”
Her pupils dilated, and she let out a little whimper as she arched against me. My cock was weeping, desperate to be inside her hot little pussy .
Olive quickly moved my hands behind me and secured them. I tugged against the rope, but they didn’t budge.
“What a good job you did, kitten. You’ll have to teach me how to do that.” I leaned forward and nipped the skin between her neck and shoulder. The skin I wanted to sink my teeth into. “Keep going,” I encouraged.
A look of determination crossed Olive’s face as she ran her hands down the planes of my chest. She wiggled a bit, nestling my cock in between her pussy lips and soaking me in her slick. Then she took it in her hand, giving it a squeeze that made me let out an undignified shout, which made her giggle.
She notched it at her entrance but looked a little hesitant. Did she have much experience being on top? My alpha growled, hating the idea of anyone else touching her, seeing all of this .
I swallowed down my possessiveness and focused on my omega. “You’re doing so well, kitten. That’s it, just lower yourself down.”
Her breath came in pants as she took more of me.
“You feel so good,” I groaned. “Your little pussy is working so hard to take me.”
She moaned as she let herself sink all the way down, her slick drenching my balls.
“Good girl.” I barely choked out the words with the way she was strangling my cock. “Such a good fucking girl.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against my chest.
“Are you supposed to be talking this much?” she asked, breathless.
I nuzzled her neck. “Do you not want me to talk?”
She shifted, whimpering as her clit brushed against me. “No… I guess it’s fine.”
I hid my smile, wondering how far I could push me taking charge. I tugged against the ropes, wishing I could touch her. There was something sexy about being at her mercy, but not being able to touch her was torture.
She tentatively raised up and then slammed back down, taking my cock all the way to my knot. My eyes widened. Fuck , I wanted Olive on top all the time. With each thrust, her breasts swung and her stomach jiggled and I wanted it all. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she used me for leverage, her eyes closed, head thrown back.
She was perfect.
I planted my heels on the mattress and thrust up, helping set the rhythm she needed. “That’s it, kitten. Take what you need from me.”
“I want your knot,” she said. “I need it, alpha.”
Her scent was thick and I could feel myself being pulled ever so slightly to a rut. If I were ever lucky enough to spend a heat with Olive, there was no doubt I would go absolutely feral.
“Take it, omega,” I barked. She moaned lightly and crushed her lips to mine, running her hands through my hair and tugging . The sting just made me thrust harder.
And then my knot was partially inside her. For a moment, it seemed like she was going to pull back. “No, kitten, keep going. I know you can be such a good girl and take all of me. Just relax that sweet little pussy. There you go. So perfect.”
I lost my ability to speak when she took the rest of my knot, her heat surrounding me fully. Her pussy fluttered around me, whimpers slipping through her lips, swollen from kisses, as she came. I groaned, struggling against the rope as my orgasm ripped through me. I filled her with my cum and tried to push deeper inside her. I wanted to be locked so tight she could never leave.
“Untie my hands, kitten,” I murmured, brushing my lips against her hair. She was exhausted, and I wanted to make sure I could take care of her the way she needed.
She managed to reach around me and undo them. My arms were immediately around her, holding her tight to my chest.
“You did so well.” Her skin was so soft as I ran my hands up and down her back, my chest rattling with a purr. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she relaxed fully. The tension I’d been carrying since Olive’s mood went south eased. It was like my body had been waiting for this, the moment when our omega was safe and secure. I shifted on the bed, getting in a more comfortable position as my omega slept against my chest while her pussy was stuffed with my knot and cum.
It took about thirty minutes for my knot to go down. Olive shifted as it did, her eyes blinking open.
“I fell asleep,” she said, looking around, a little confused.
“You worked very hard,” I murmured, placing a kiss on the side of her face.
She sat up and grabbed my arms so she could inspect my wrists. I realized a beat too late that she was looking to see if the rope left any marks. Then she shifted off me, letting out a gush of fluid, and got up off the bed.
“Where are you going?” My voice was a low growl, my alpha telling me to grab her. Keep our omega close. It took all my self-control to stop myself from barking at her to cuddle with me.
She didn’t go far, though. Just to the edge of the nest to grab her water, an extra blanket, and a bottle of lotion. What was she doing? If she needed something, I would get it for her. She got back on the bed, but instead of curling up in my arms again, she tucked the blanket around me . What was happening? She held a straw up to my lips. My brow furrowed as I took a few sips of water. Then she gently took my wrist, freed it from my blanket, and rubbed lotion into my skin.
It clicked.
My lips twitched.
“You giving me aftercare, kitten?”
“Yes,” she said, still focused on my wrists, which weren’t one bit sore after her expert tying. She met my gaze. “Do you want a snack, too?”
She looked so serious, so fucking sweet, that I didn’t have the heart to tell her I’d been topping her all along. I snagged her around the waist, pulling her tight to my chest.
“I love you fussing over me.”
I carefully leaned forward and snagged another blanket, wrapping it around her. I held the straw up to her lips for her to take a drink. Her eyes drifted closed, and I gently rubbed my hand up and down her back, savoring these quiet moments with my omega. I knew I needed to get up soon, feed her dinner, but I didn’t want to break this perfect moment.
“Lars?” Her voice was sleepy and muffled from how she was pressed against my chest.
“Yes, kitten?”
“I don’t think I want to be in charge again.”
She couldn’t see me, so I felt safe smiling. “That’s okay. You don’t have to be.”
She wrapped her arms around me even tighter and dozed off.