38. Chapter Thirty-Eight #2
“ Soren !” His name shatters from my lips a second time, my orgasm crashing through me as he drinks down every drop of my slick as though it’s his favorite smoothie.
“You taste fucking delicious, Butterfly,” Soren growls, his lips and chin glistening. He drags his thumb along my clit one last time, making my thighs tremble, then rises to his feet, his cock thick and flushed between us, his hips pressing my legs wider. “Please, Omega. May I?”
He’s asking me?
I can barely think, let alone form words. My limbs are liquid, my skin oversensitive from twice falling apart under his touch. Raw, primal need burns in my veins. I nod, breathless, my fingers curling into the counter’s edge for balance as a hard breath punches from his lungs.
He doesn’t make me wait.
One hand grips my thigh, the other guiding himself to my dripping entrance. Then he impales me on his cock with one brutal thrust made so easy with the amount of slick pouring from me.
The stretch is blissful agony, his thickness filling me so frigging perfectly , and I cry out as he buries himself inside me right where he belongs .
“Gods, Emma,” he grits out, his forehead pressing to mine. “Take me. All of me. ”
My arms start to shake while I try to hold my position on the countertop. His hands slide under my thighs, and suddenly I’m airborne. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, my arms and legs wrapping tightly around him, my body still speared on his cock as he carries me to the couch in the living area.
The shift in angle makes him hit deeper, and I moan into his neck, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I suck in his potent scent. He drops onto the cushions, settling me astride him, his grip firm on my hips. “Good?” he murmurs, though his voice is rough with barely leashed hunger.
I whimper. It’s soooo good, but I still need more.
His lips crash into mine, desperate and possessive.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth like he needs to taste every inch of me.
His free hand slips beneath my shirt, palming my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it pebbles against his palm.
His other unrelenting hand presses firm against my clit, keeping up a steady rhythm that threatens to shatter me all over again.
The tension builds, coiling tighter, hotter. Each thrust of his cock stokes the fire burning low in my belly. His knot swells at the base, teasing my entrance with every rock of his hips.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he pants against my lips, his fingers twisting my nipple in time with his thrusts. “So tight—so wet. Mine.”
Something inside me snaps because yes, I am fucking his and he is all mine.
“Alpha—!” My scream rips free as my climax hits me, my body clamping down on him.
With a final thrust his knot slips inside me.
Locked.
Together.
So right.
The stretch is beyond bliss, beyond perfect, a fullness that overwhelms my senses, my clenching walls milking his cock as he roars my name, his release flooding me in hot, pulsing waves .
The pleasure crashes over me —longer, stronger, endless—until my voice is hoarse from screaming, my fingers tangled in his hair as I beg for the only thing left.
I sob, cheeks wet from my tears. “Bite me, Alpha. Claim me, please...”
Soren's eyes blaze, his iris swallowed by black as venom wells along his elongated canines—crystalline, golden, dripping with promise. His breath fans across my lips, sweet like burnt sugar and dark coffee, the scent of his essence calling to my omega soul.
His teeth pierce my skin.
Pain flares bright and electric just for an instant before his venom floods my veins, liquid fire racing through me, rewriting my DNA strand by strand. My back arches off the couch, a scream caught in my throat as pleasure detonates because I feel him.
Not just his body locked to mine by his swollen knot, but his soul, blooming behind my ribs like a supernova. His fears, his devotion, his quiet yearning are laid bare, woven into the fabric of my being.
And gods, he’s beautiful .
Tears streak his cheeks, his lashes fluttering as he trembles against me, his breath ragged against my throat. “Emma—” His voice cracks, his fingers twining with mine as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish. “I feel you.”
My own teeth throb, omega instincts flaring hot in my blood. I don’t think. I act.
My mouth finds his bonding gland, and when I bite down, Soren howls, his hips jerking as his cock pulses inside me again, his release mingling with the rush of my essence flooding his system.
Our bond ignites, a golden thread stitching through our chests, pulling taut then snapping into place with cosmic finality.
Somewhere across the bond, Asher jolts awake, surprise flickering through the pack connection then a surge of fierce joy, warm as summer whiskey. Further away, Phoenix’s amusement curls like smoke, his contentment a steady hum against my psyche .
But here now is only Soren. Forehead to forehead, breath to breath, his tears cooling on my cheeks as he whispers, “I’m yours, Omega. Always yours.”
I trace my fingers along his jaw, drawn into the stars in his eyes and the space in my chest where he’ll always belong.
I mirror back his own words. “And I’m yours, Alpha. Always yours.”