Chapter 3 #2
I step in to take over, working methodically as my nesting instincts fully take hold.
James did an okay job, but it needs some adjusting.
I fold, fluff, and plump everything in sight until I’m happy.
When I’m done, I crawl back with a satisfied smile, super-conscious of the prickling sensation racing over my arms. Then I realize he isn’t there.
“James?” I call out, my voice wavering.
It feels like all the air has been sucked from my lungs.
“I’m right here.” He hovers in the doorway, quickly stashing his phone in his pocket. Worry lines crinkle his forehead, but when he looks at me, they vanish. “I’m not going anywhere. Are you happy with your nest?”
“Uh-huh.” I shuffle around on my butt, gleefully stroking the fluffy blankets and loving being cocooned among all the fluff. Compared to the humongous bed, this feels much more me. “This is perfect.”
“Good.” When he smiles, I notice his particularly pronounced canine teeth, which sparkle against the soft lights. Seeing them only confirms that Bella made the right decision. Team Edward all the way. “Can I join you?”
“Yes. Please.” I let out a purr then clap my hand over my mouth. “Sorry, it just slipped out.”
My pulse spikes as he crawls into my cuddly corner. It’s a tight squeeze with the two of us, but his presence calms me.
“Never apologize.” He tentatively strokes my cheek then rests his hand on my chin before tilting my face up.
“I’m right here. If you want something, all you’ve got to do is ask.
You smell…” He inhales deeply, a spaced-out look in his eyes.
“Fucking addictive. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it. ”
I wriggle on the spot, a gush of slick soaking through my panties at his praise. It’s difficult not to buck into the cushions to stem off some of the desire gnawing at my insides.
He gently tugs on the hem of my ridiculous chihuahua tee. “May I?”
“Uh-huh.” My response comes out on an exhale.
He pulls it over my head, exposing my heaving chest and big boobs that bulge out of my aqua bra. A strangled, almost animalistic, noise rips from the back of his throat when he sees me, drinking me in with his eyes.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, pushing me back onto the cushions before parting my legs.
Our lips meet again. Harder, more urgently this time.
His tongue slips into my mouth, plagued with need as his impressive boner grinds into my core, creating friction that makes me gasp.
He hasn’t even touched me properly, yet I’m already so close to coming.
I claw at his shirt, huffing when I can’t get it off fast enough.
“Off!” I demand, fluttering my eyelashes. “Please.”
He removes it, giving me the perfect close-up of his inked torso. An intricate black and grey dragon head takes up his entire torso with various plumes of smoke and shading in the background. It must have taken hours.
“You have your nipples pierced.” I observe the silver bars, my mouth watering.
He chuckles. “Is that a problem?”
“Uh, no.” Surely, the slick flooding from me is answer enough. “I… like it.”
He moves down my body, his shaggy hair tickling my stomach as he pauses, fussing with the waistband of my well-worn leggings then rolling them off me until I’m wearing nothing but my underwear.
“Fuck.” His jaw clenches at the sight of my damp panties. “Your slick is going to ruin me.” I jut my hips in encouragement as his fingers stroke along the hem of my panties. “Can I…?”
“Take them off already!”
I surprise myself with how demanding I’m being, but fuck. The anticipation is worse than dangling a piece of the most mouth-watering cake in front of you and not being able to eat it.
James doesn’t need telling twice. He helps me out of my panties and pauses to look at me.
My thighs tense as he spreads my legs wider, licking his lips as he looks at my pussy like a feast he wants to demolish.
Any self-consciousness I had evaporates instantly as his alpha pheromones flood my senses, and he dips his head between my legs.
“Fuck, yes!” I moan as his mouth meets my flesh.
He devours my wetness as if his life depends on it. He makes the most unholy noises, all sloppy and wet as his tongue unashamedly explores every crevice, sending indescribable vibrations coursing throughout my body.
I grab his hair, gyrating against his face and writhing around on the sheets. I take from him, completely lost to the sensation as he seems only too happy to oblige, judging by his muffled groans.
I rock against him until I suddenly come hard and fast, unraveling and soaking his face. He laps at my slick, determined not to waste a drop as I shudder in delight beneath him. Yet, as soon as I’m done, I’m already craving more.
“Fuck me, alpha,” I beg, jerking his head back with his hair. “Please.”
Clothes are hurled, streaming across my vision in a blur as he gets naked at record speed. My gaze hungrily travels down his toned limbs until it lands on his impressive cock.
“You’re so hard.” I’m in awe. It’s way bigger than any other dick I’ve seen before, and the tight muscles of his knot look to be visibly throbbing. “For me.”
“Why do you sound so surprised?” He positions himself on top of me, brushing the silky head of his cock against my entrance to wet it. “You’re fucking beautiful.” When he says it, I can’t help but believe it, especially when he’s rubbing against me like that. “You sure about this, Delilah?”
“Please.” I grip his shoulders. “I need a knot. I need… you.”
He thrusts into me in one quick movement, and I completely lose myself. So does he. His eyes roll back into his head as he fills me, a new primal energy taking over him like he’s been possessed. He pummels me into the soft blankets, making my breasts bounce with each of his aggressive bucks.
With euphoria flooding my veins, I claw at his back, my nails dragging deep enough to leave lasting marks, consumed by my overwhelming urge to have him closer. We’re joined together, yet it doesn’t feel close enough. I want him. All of him.
I surrender to the sensations, losing all sense of reality.
Our breathing synchronizes as his cock teasingly rubs against my G-spot while his big knot flexes against my entrance, causing my pussy to douse him in my slippery syrup.
The air is saturated with our scents, so thick with arousal that it’s like we’re fucking in the middle of a freaking bakery as my apple pie scent melds with his sweet chocolate and caramel notes.
A winning combination. Exactly what was missing from my cupcakes earlier.
If this isn’t a sign from the universe that this alpha is meant to be mine, then I don’t know what is.
He grunts with each motion, our bodies glistening with sweat as my curls stick to my forehead, and his hips slam into mine with the force of a freight train.
As the wet, heavy impact makes my entire body tremble, all I can think about now is how much I want his teeth to sink into me.
To make me his. I’ve never experienced such a strong reaction to another person, like the universe is drawing us together, and all we can do is succumb to it. We’re helpless.
James doesn’t just fuck me; he claims me. Every drive into me feels like he’s trying to brand me with his mark. This isn’t like any heat I’ve ever experienced. Usually, it’s all about having orgasms to get rid of the pain. Now, time itself seems to slow down.
His teeth grazing my shoulder have me gasping, jutting my hips from beneath as his knot expands and locks into place.
This is more than an orgasm. It’s a mind-bending experience. My pussy pulsates, tightening and clenching as he comes hard. His arms tremble as he empties a hot, thick load inside me, filling me with his seed while I grip onto him tightly, never wanting to let go.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me as he showers my face with little kisses.
When he nuzzles against my wet cheek, I realize he was kissing tears off my face.
I didn’t think it was possible to cry from sheer pleasure, but the total release is absolute bliss, like I’m shedding all the tension I’ve been holding onto for years.
In his arms, I feel like I can truly let go. That he’s got me. That he’s not going anywhere.
Quivering, James collapses down on top of me, totally spent.
Still attached, all I hear is blood slamming against my eardrums as he buries his face into the nook of my neck, inhaling my scent glands before he strokes my face with a sweet tenderness that completely contrasts with his wild bulldozing a few moments before.
“Fuck…” He gazes down at me, his pupils gigantic. “I think you’re my scent match, Delilah.”
His knot pulses violently inside me in agreement, a lump in my throat rapidly growing as I fight to keep from sobbing.
That explains everything—my emotions, the intensity between us, how freaking incredible it feels to be tied to him.
Being locked by him is more than a physical connection; it’s spiritual too, bringing my entire existence into sharp focus. Nothing else matters but him. And us.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I think so too.”
This is the moment I’ve always dreamed of.
My parents are scent matches, so I grew up in a loving household, surrounded by people who love the idea of fated mates.
I’ve spent most of my life thinking up my happy ending, with my very own alpha Prince Charming.
Admittedly, my fantasy version didn’t involve chasing cupcakes or getting into a car with a stranger, but what could possibly be better than finding the person who is destined to be mine? Perfect for me in every way?
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve asked my mom what it was like when she first met my dads and how she knew they were her matches.
Asking what I was supposed to be looking out for, she always answered the same way.
She told me I would just know. That when I found him—or them—I’d feel it deep in my bones. And with James, I do.
He smells like home. The fairytale ending I’ve been waiting for.
Or so I thought.