Chapter 29
CHAPTER 29
COLE
Please stay, she had said.
What could ever make him leave?
He’s waited for this.
His own Rut is imminent, the ever-present ache of his throbbing cock a reminder of how much he needs to knot her.
He needs to be locked inside her, pumping his cum into Bree until she’s full of his seed.
Once he’s sure she’s asleep, he prepares.
It aches to leave her, even if it’s just to go downstairs and into the kitchen. Using the fresh groceries that he stocked her fridge with, he makes fruit and vegetable platters. Then, he works on a soup recipe she had saved in her phone.
Once all that is done, he returns upstairs to shower. He leaves his white button-up shirt on the bed with her, and in her sleep, she snuggles against it .
It’s adorable. Even her subconscious knows she needs him.
In the shower, he works his cock with his fist, his knot already half inflated. He grits his teeth, jerking himself off to a quick release, his cum staining the tile floor of the shower.
It takes the edge off, but his inner Alpha isn’t satiated.
He uses her towel to dry off, her sweet scent caressing his skin as he enters her bedroom. After putting on his pants, he takes his place in the desk chair, watching her sleep.
“Just like old times, baby,” he whispers to her. He can’t believe it was only days ago that he was here uninvited, staring at her lovely face as he spurted cum down his fist and dripped it into her mouth.
That beautiful mouth that moans his name and shares her deepest secrets with him. That mouth that kisses him so sweetly he doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve it.
He reaches to wipe the damp hair from her forehead and the pads of his fingers caress her cheek. She smiles in her sleep, and he can’t help but trace her soft lips. Letting out a soft moan, she parts them for him, and his two fingers slide just a bit deeper, touching the tip of her tongue.
In her sleep, Bree closes her mouth around them and sucks.
He groans and extends his fingers until they touch the back of her throat. Even in her sleep, his girl is feral for him.
She sucks his fingers like it’s his cock, her eyes closed as he slides his digits back and forth into her mouth. When her eyes finally flutter open, she moans and hollows out her cheeks.
Her scent fills the room, sweet and potent with her arousal.
“Keep sucking,” he commands, enraptured by the feel of her tongue on him. “Show me how much you can take.”
It shouldn’t be this arousing to just have his fingers in her mouth, but his cock is so hard it strains against his pants as she whimpers around him. He reaches down to caress the back of her head and pushes a third finger in, gagging her with his hand.
She lifts her head eagerly, whimpering as saliva pools around her mouth and drips down her chin.
“You’ll take anything I give you, won’t you?” he murmurs, pleased. “Anything I want to stuff in that pretty mouth you’ll take, like a good Omega.”
She moans around his hand, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her throat constricts around his fingers. He works his wrist, enjoying the gargling sounds she makes as he violates her mouth.
After one more gag, he pulls his hand free, and she lets out a desperate gasp, strings of spit connecting from her lips to his wrist.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groans, leaving the chair to join her on the bed. He yanks her blankets away, exposing her cotton nightgown and robe that he changed her into earlier.
Her hair is a mess around her, fanning her head like a halo on the pillow while she pants, her breasts heaving.
“ Alpha ,” she whispers, her eyes shining in the moonlight. “Touch me, please .”
He glances down between them, her slick creating a dark spot on the blankets. “With pleasure,” he growls.
There’s no time for him to be gentle; that opportunity disappeared the moment she deep throated his hand. His mouth descends to her chest, sucking her nipples through the nightgown while he reaches between her legs to push through her slit. Four fingers slide into her, and she whines in pleasure at the intrusion.
“You could take my whole fist, couldn’t you?” he whispers, still abusing her nipple between the cotton. “Can that pretty little cunt swallow my hand before I knot it? ”
“ Cole —”
He bites her nipple hard enough for her to yelp. “I asked you a question,” he snarls.
“Mmm…yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Alpha , please fist me .”
He growls into her tits as he curls his hand, slowly pushing his way deeper into her.
“Oh, fuck, Cole ?—”
She’s tight silk wrapped around him. Her cunt clenches his fist deliciously, and he slowly moves it in and out of her while he suckles each nipple, leaving wet spots on her nightgown.
“So good,” he breathes. “Fuck, baby, you’re being so good for me.”
His Omega arches her back, and he buries his face in her chest, paying careful attention to how he moves his hand in her.
He doesn’t want to hurt her. He only wants to bring her pleasure, to make her see stars until she’s unable to walk for a week.
“ Come on my fist ,” he commands. “Let me feel it. Let go, Omega.”
And his perfect, beautiful mate does just that.