46. Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Six
Cole
“ I should beg you,” I tell her as I catch her in my arms. Her soft, warm body melts against mine so easily. I can hardly believe I have this precious, precious omega in my arms. “After everything I did to you...” My hands tremble as I cup her face, remembering all the times I held back, all the times I watched her struggle. I thought I was only denying myself, but I denied her too. “Your forgiveness is more than I could ever expect. More than I deserve.”
And now she's asking to bind her soul to mine. This perfect, strong, incredible omega who survived hell and emerged even stronger. Who built us this beautiful nest with such love and care, weaving our clothes and scents together like she was always meant to be our mate. Who faced down her demons and still has enough trust left to offer herself to us so completely.
She’s a wonder.
Scent-matched or not, this is... this is everything .
The claiming marks from Adrian and Zane stand out starkly against her skin, beautiful declarations of their bonds. Soon my mark will join theirs, completing our circle, making us whole. They are scars of a different kind. Born of love and not from violence. Love…
I’m in love with her, scent-match or no scent-match.
It’s that simple and that hard.
“Are you sure?” I have to ask. Even though she’s bonded to Adrian and Zane, she doesn’t have to bond me too. Shouldn’t feel as though she has to. My thumbs stroke her cheekbones. “You've already given me so much—”
She cuts me off with a finger to my lips, her eyes shining with certainty. “I want you, Cole. All of you. Forever.”
I stare at her, drinking in every detail. She's so damn beautiful, my chest aches with the strength of the emotion. The fairy lights cast her in ethereal gold, highlighting the curves and planes of her body, the claiming marks from Adrian and Zane, the trust in her eyes.
She's mine.
After holding back, fighting my instincts, trying to protect her by denying us… she's actually mine . Wanting me. Trusting me with her heart and soul.
“I love you.” The words fall from my lips like a prayer. Words I've held back for so long, thinking I was doing the right thing.
Such a fool I've been.
The ends of her lips tug up. “I know.”
“How could you possibly know when I did everything I could to push you away?” Every avoided touch, every maintained distance, every time I fought against our natural pull… how could she see past that ?
She traces my jaw with delicate fingers, the touch sending sparks through my system. “Only an alpha who truly loves his scent-matched omega would do something so monumentally stupid because he thinks he's protecting her.”
Zane chuckles and mutters something that sounds like ‘ I told you so ’, but I ignore him. I’ll cop it from him and Adrian later, but right here and now is for this omega and me.
The truth of her words hits me hard. I was stupid, so incredibly, monumentally stupid. I thought I was protecting her when I only brought her pain. Rejecting her when really I was just being a coward.
“You're right,” I murmur, bending to capture her lips in a soft kiss. I don’t deserve her in any definition of the word but, damn, I won’t hold back from anything she offers. Her mouth is warm and welcoming against mine, tasting of forgiveness and promise. “I've been an idiot. The biggest fool in all of history.” Another kiss, deeper this time. “But I promise to spend the rest of our lives making it up to you.”
Zane coughs ‘ yes you will ’. Adrian’s growl is immediate, cutting him off.
She melts against me, her body soft and yielding, her scent sweet with forgiveness and love. All my careful restraint, all my noble intentions, mean nothing in the face of this. Of her. Of us. Of the perfect rightness of holding her in my arms, of her offering herself to me with such trust, love, and certainty.
I'll never be that stupid again.
Our kiss deepens, turning from soft and sweet to hungry and urgent. My hands roam her body, touching, caressing, claiming every inch of her with my fingers and palms. I map the curve of her waist, the dip of her lower back, the swell of her hips, committing each detail to memory. She's soft and warm under my touch, her skin like silk, her curves fitting perfectly in my palms.
She straddles my lap, her knees bracketing my hips, her wet heat pressing against my straining cock. I groan into the kiss, my hips bucking up involuntarily at the contact. I'm achingly hard, my shaft throbbing, my knot swelling in anticipation. Every brush of her body against mine sends jolts of electricity through my system, making me drunk on her, on us .
Venom pools in my mouth, sweet and potent, a biological reaction to having my scent-matched omega so close, so ready. I swallow it down, wanting to give her pleasure first, to make her fall apart in my arms before I claim her fully. The thought of tasting her, of experiencing her coming undone on my tongue, makes my cock twitch and my knot throb.
My hands slide down to cup her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, pulling her harder against me. She gasps into the kiss, her hips rolling in a way that makes us both moan. Her slick coats my lap, her arousal mixing with my pine and her sugared lilac and vetiver. It's intoxicating, maddening, perfect.
“I need to taste you,” I growl against her lips, my voice rough with desire. “Need to make you come on my tongue before I claim you.”
Her answering whimper is breathy and desperate, her scent spiking with want. “Please, Cole.” Her hips rock more insistently now. “I need you. Need your mouth, your knot, your bite. Everything.”
A deep rumble starts in my chest, my alpha preening at her words. My omega, begging so prettily for me. Trusting me with her pleasure, her satisfaction, her bonding. It's a heady emotion, a powerful rush that makes my head spin and my instincts surge.
“I'm going to worship you now. Going to make you feel so good, baby. Going to make you scream my name.” These are promises I will keep.
I lay her gently on her back, cradling her like the precious treasure she is. Her head comes to rest on Adrian's thigh, his hand immediately threading through her hair in a gesture of comfort and possession. Zane settles beside us, his hand splaying across her stomach.
This is right. This is pack, us gathering around our omega to give her all the pleasure she wants.
My lips trail kisses along the column of her throat. I pause at her pulse point, teeth grazing her delicate skin, scraping lightly, making her gasp and arch. The urge to claim her now howls for completion, but I resist.
Not yet .
Not until I taste every inch of her, bring her to the heights of ecstasy before I make her fully mine. I move lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her sternum until I reach the soft swell of her breasts. They rise and fall with her rapid panting, the creamy mounds topped with rosy nipples that beg for my attention. I pause for a moment, just admiring the view, marveling at the perfection laid out before me.
I’ve learned never to deny myself or her again. I take one pebbled nipple into my mouth. The moment my lips close around the hardened peak, she cries out, her back bowing off the blankets. The movement pushes more of her soft flesh into my eager mouth, and I groan my appreciation.
I suckle gently at first, my tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, teasing, tasting. She's sweet and salty, her skin like silk against my tongue. I ravish her nipple, alternating between soft licks and gentle suction, learning what makes her gasp and moan.
I increase the pressure, sucking harder, grazing my teeth lightly over the pebbled flesh. She shudders beneath me, her hands flying to my hair, holding me to her breast. I growl my approval, the bestial sound vibrating against her sensitive skin, making her whimper.
“Yes, Cole, please,” she pants, her hips undulating, seeking friction against my stomach. “More, I need more.”
Always, Sweetness. Always.
I bring my hand up to her other breast, kneading the soft mound, rolling the neglected nipple between my fingers. I pinch lightly, tugging in time with the suction of my mouth, the dual sensations making her writhe.
I lose myself in worshipping her breasts, in the taste and feel of her, in the symphony of sounds I'm drawing from her throat. Every gasp, every whimper, every moan, is music to my ears.
Spun sugared lilac combined with her musky arousal blankets me. My cock throbs and I press my hips to the mattress in an attempt to ease the ache. I’m dampening the blankets under my hips with pre-cum. Part of me hates this. Hates knowing that what I want to give her is wasted on blankets but my own pine scent, rich and fresh and heady with my own arousal merges with her scent and I can't contain myself.
I switch to her other breast, flattening my tongue against the stiff peak, laving it with broad strokes before closing my lips around it and suckling deeply. Her nails digging into my scalp, the slight pain only fueling my desire.
I could spend hours just like this, lost in the taste and texture of her skin, in the addictive sounds of her pleasure, but the growing ache in my cock and the pulsing of my knot remind me there's so much more to come. So much more I want to give her, to share with her.
I release her nipple with a final lick, blowing cool air across the wet peak just to watch it tighten further. She whines at the loss of my mouth, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a beautiful pink.
“Don't worry, Omega,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the valley between her breasts. “I'm nowhere near done with you yet. I know what you need. I'm going to give it to you. Going to make you feel so good.”
My words make her moan. Her hips undulate, seeking friction as I kiss my way down the flat of her belly. She grinds her pussy against my chest, spreading her slick and the results of my pack brothers' pleasure all over me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My head swims with want. I've never yearned for anything as much as I want her in this moment. The hunger is desperate and clawing, threatening to devour me. Bring it on, because I always want to feel this way.
“I love you, Mira,” I tell her, the words muffled against her flushed skin. I press the declaration into her flesh with my lips, my tongue, my teeth. “Love you so much it hurts. Never going to stop loving you, needing you. My perfect omega. My mate. My everything.”
She whimpers as I make my way lower, kissing down the soft plane of her stomach, dipping my tongue into her navel. She squirms beneath me as I settle between her spread thighs, the heat of her core a furnace against my face.
Her pussy is glistening with arousal, pink and perfect and begging for my touch. Her folds are swollen, slick with her essence, her clit a hardened nub peeking out from beneath its hood. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, a feast laid out just for me, a gift I'll treasure for the rest of my days. I can’t believe she’s all mine.
“Exquisite.” My hands slide up her silken thighs, spreading her wider, opening her to my hungry gaze. “Absolutely perfect.”
She whines at my words, her hips tilting up, silently begging. I don't make her wait any longer. I lean in, running my tongue along her slit from bottom to top, groaning at the taste of her exploding across my taste buds. She's sweet and musky, addictive and divine. My tongue delves deep, savoring every drop of her essence.
Her hips buck against my face, seeking more friction. She lets out a throaty whine and I glance up to see Zane, the cheeky bastard, with his mouth wrapped around one breast while his hand teases the other. Adrian has a soft smile on his lips, his gaze trained on the ecstasy on our omega’s face.
And who am I to stop our omega from experiencing all the pleasure we can give her?
I bury my face again between her thighs, my tongue delving into her slick folds. The taste of her essence is ambrosia on my tongue. I groan against her, the sound muffled by her soft flesh, the vibrations making her hips jerk.
I lose myself in pleasuring her, in the heady scent and taste of her arousal, in the pure omega whimpers spilling from her lips. My tongue strokes along her slit, circling her clit, dipping into her tight channel. Each swipe, each flick, each thrust is designed to bring her higher, to stoke the fire burning in her veins.
I alternate between broad, flat strokes of my tongue and quick, targeted flicks, learning what makes her gasp and moan, what makes her thighs clench around my head. I slip one finger into her tight heat, groaning at the way her walls grip me, at the slick evidence of her arousal coating my skin.
I pump my finger slowly, curling it to stroke that special spot inside her, the one that makes her back arch off the blankets. She's so responsive, so sensitive, every touch drawing the most beautiful sounds from her throat. I add a second finger, stretching her, preparing her for my cock, for my knot .
I lap and suckle and stroke, my fingers and tongue working in tandem to wind her tighter and tighter. Her cries grow more desperate, more urgent, her hips rocking frantically against my face. She’s getting close. Her walls start to flutter around my fingers and her clit pulses against my tongue.
“Cole, please,” she sobs, her voice breaking on a particularly hard suck. “I'm so close, I need... I need...”
“I know, Sweetness,” I murmur against her, the words vibrating against her sensitive flesh. “I've got you. Let go for me. Come for me.”
I curl my fingers just right, pressing firmly against that textured spot inside her, at the same time I close my lips around her clit and suckle hard. It's the final push she needs, the sensation that sends her hurtling over the edge into bliss.
She comes with a sharp cry, my name falling from her lips. Her walls clench rhythmically around my fingers, her essence flooding my mouth, her entire body shaking with the force of her release. I groan my approval, lapping up every drop of her nectar, prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible.
It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, the most perfect thing I've ever tasted. And it's all for me. Because of me. The knowledge makes me preen with pride and possessiveness.
As she starts to come down, her body going lax against the blankets, I gently withdraw my fingers, pressing soft kisses to her trembling thighs. I make my way back up her body, my lips and tongue soothing the marks I left on her skin, shouldering Zane out of the way, until I'm hovering over her, my aching cock nestled against her wet heat.
“My perfect omega.” I stare down at her flushed face, her heavy-lidded eyes. “My everything. Are you ready for me, baby? Ready to be mine completely?”
“Yes, Alpha. Please.” Her hips roll up to meet mine, her body seeking connection. Her slick coats my aching length as I nestle against her entrance, the heat of her making me throb with anticipation.
I don’t need to be asked twice. Not anymore .
Slowly, inch by delicious inch, I push into her welcoming body. Her tight walls part for me, sucking me in, drawing me deeper into her silken heat. We both groan at the sensation, at the rightness of our joining. She’s heaven. Home.
“Cole,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders, her legs coming up to wrap around my waist. She clings to me, her entire being focused on our connection, on the slide of my hard flesh into her soft warmth.
I pause when I'm fully seated, my hips flush against hers, savoring the way she surrounds me so completely. In this moment, we are the only two people in the world, our breaths mingling, our bodies joined.
I keep my gaze locked with hers as I start to move, withdrawing until only the head of my cock is inside her before surging forward again. The drag of my cock against her sensitive walls makes us both shudder, makes her inner muscles clench around me. I set a steady pace, deep and powerful, each thrust designed to bring her maximum pleasure. Her breasts bounce with each thrust as I bottom out against the back of her thighs.
She meets me stroke for stroke, her hips rising to take me deeper, her hands roaming my back, my arms, anywhere she can reach. I angle my hips, searching for that special spot inside her, and know I've found it when she cries out, her nails raking down my back. I focus on that angle, each thrust hitting her just right, the head of my cock kissing her cervix with every deep plunge.
“Yes, Alpha, right there.” Her words dissolve into moans and whimpers as I drive harder.
Faster.
More erratic. I grit my teeth so my control doesn’t slip. So I can give her every drop of pleasure I’m capable of.
My knot starts to swell, catching on her entrance. The added pressure makes her keen, makes her walls flutter around me. She’s getting closer. Her body tightens. Her moans take on a desperate edge.
I'm close too, my balls drawing up tight, my knot throbbing with the need to lock us together but I hold back, determined to make her shatter first. I reach between us, finding her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles over the sensitive nub in time with my thrusts. The dual stimulation makes her writhe beneath me, her cries growing louder, more urgent.
“Come for me, Omega. “ My voice is rough with strain. “Let me see you come apart on my cock.”
My words, my touch, my deep, driving thrusts, are the perfect combination to send her flying. She throws back her head, shattering in my arms, and gods, it’s the best sensation I’ve ever had. Her walls clamp down around me, rippling along my length, the sensation so exquisite it borders on pain.
I thrust through her release, prolonging her pleasure, until I can't hold back anymore. With a deep, groan, I bury myself to the hilt, my knot expanding to lock us together as I empty inside her welcoming body. Pulse after pulse of my seed paints her walls, the primal claiming triggering something deep in my soul.
Venom, sweet and potent, floods my mouth. The urge to bite, to mark, to make her mine is overwhelming, an instinctive desire that eclipses all rational thought. My alpha side surges to the forefront, driven by the basest urge to claim, to possess, to mark what's mine. I nuzzle into her neck, my tongue laving over the spot opposite Adrian's bite. She bares her throat, submitting to my dominance in the most beautiful way.
With a growl that resonates through my entire being, I sink my teeth into her soft flesh, breaking the skin, marking her as mine for all the world to see. My venom floods into her system. She cries out, her body tensing beneath mine and then her essence floods my consciousness, her emotions, her thoughts, her very being merging with mine. Her elation, her joy, her unending love for me, the alpha who deserves none of it, pours into me, filling every crevice of my heart, healing ancient wounds. The depth of her devotion is overwhelming.
Humbling.
I'm not worthy of it, not worthy of her, but I'm a selfish bastard and I'll take it all. I'll cherish it, nurture it, protect it with every fiber of my being for the rest of our lives. She is the most precious thing in my world, and I will spend every day proving I’m deserving of her love .
With every ounce of my own love, with every bit of adoration and devotion in my heart, I send my emotions back to her through our bond. I let her experience how much she means to me, how essential she is to my existence, how I would move heaven and earth just to see her smile.
Her mouth opens on a gasp and her eyes flare wide as she shatters again with a silent scream. Her muscles tighten around my dick, making me spill into her yet again.
I groan into her neck and wrap my arms around her as we ride out the waves of our shared ecstasy. As the aftershocks subside, I lave my tongue over the mark to soothe the sting. She hums, her hands stroking lazily up and down my back, basking in the afterglow of our bonding.
I look down at her beautiful face, loving the dazed, sated look. “I love you, Mira. More than life, more than air. You're my everything.”
She smiles up at me, her eyes shining with tears of joy, her love for me radiating through our bond like the warmest sunlight. “And you're mine, Cole. My mate, my heart, my forever.”
In our nest, surrounded by our pack, tied to my perfect mate, I've found a peace and happiness I never knew existed.
This is where I belong. With her. With my pack. With our perfect, fated bond.
Forever.