22. Koa
Koa
I wake up warm, cocooned in the kind of comfort I haven’t felt in years. My cheek is pressed against something solid and warm, the steady rhythm of a heartbeat beneath my ear. It takes me a moment to realize where I am and who I’m with. Moses. My eyes flutter open and I look up to see him staring down at me.
“Morning or should I say afternoon?” he murmurs, his lips twitching into the faintest smile as he leans down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “How’d you sleep?”
I blink at him, my mind still hazy from sleep. “Hungry,” I start to say, but the word barely makes it out before a sharp cramp tears through my stomach. The pain is sudden, visceral, and I let out a whine, clutching at Moses for relief.
“Koa?” His voice is filled with worry as his arms tighten around me. “What’s wrong? What do you need?”
I can’t answer. My thighs press together instinctively, trying to relieve the growing ache there, but it only makes it worse. Slick pools in my panties, heat tearing through my body and I know exactly what’s happening. Another spike. I should have expected it after last night, but somehow, it still catches me off guard.
“I…” My voice trembles as I look around, desperate for something, anything, to ground me. My gaze flicks back to Moses, his face a mixture of worry and something darker, something primal that sends a shiver down my spine. “I don’t know,” I whisper. “I just—”
Slick gushes again, and I let out a small, broken sound, my face burning with embarrassment. Moses seems to notice immediately, his hands smoothing over my back as he leans in closer. “Sweetheart,” his voice comes out almost like a plea, “can I help you? Can I give you what you need?”
I hesitate, my fingers gripping his shirt tightly as I meet his gaze. There’s no judgment there, no impatience, just a quiet determination that makes my chest ache. “Just… just don’t hurt me,” I finally whisper, my voice barely audible.
His expression softens, his eyes locking onto mine with a kind of fierce protectiveness I didn’t know I needed. “Koa,” he says, his voice firm but gentle, “I will never hurt you. Never. And I won’t let anyone else, either. Not ever.”
I curl my fingers into Moses's shirt, my nails biting into the fabric as I nod, silently telling Moses to help me out. I can barely move, the cramp rendering me useless. I've never been this exposed or needy with anyone before. But the haze of arousal and the ache between my legs drown out any semblance of modesty I might have had left.
“Hey, sweetheart. It’s just us. Hunter’s in the office and Amel ran out for an errand. Focus on me, alright, Koa?” Moses helps me straddle his thighs, another gush of slick pooling in my panties as I rock myself over his lap. There’s too many clothes between us but I can still feel his cock thickening in his pants, pressing against my core. The contact sends a jolt of white-hot pleasure straight through me as I whine for relief. My hips buck against him instinctively, desperate for friction, anything to ease this unbearable ache.
My entire body is shaking with need as Moses lets out a little growl. He rucks my dress up, bunching it around my waist, and then shreds my panties before stuffing two fingers up inside of me. I fall against his chest, unashamedly riding his hand, desperately seeking release. “Moses, I need… I need…”
“Patience, sweetheart.”
My Omega whines for me as slick coats his fingers. Patience is the last thing on my mind. I reach for his pants, determined to remedy this situation myself if he won't cooperate. My nails dig into the fabric as I tear at the button, desperate to get what I need. In retaliation, Moses bites down gently on my earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from me.
"Goddammit," he mutters, his control fraying like mine. He removes his hand from inside me, unzipping his pants so I can pull out his cock. It twitches in my hand, precum already beading at the tip as I rock myself across his length. Moses angles it toward my entrance before helping me slide down onto his length.
"Fuck," I moan into his neck as I fall forward against his chest, my whole body trembling with relief and need. "Goddammit, I hate feeling like this. I hate being so fucking needy." My nose scrunches up in frustration, but there's nothing I can do about it now.
Moses just smirks at me, running his fingers down my back in a soothing motion that should be at odds with the primal urges raging inside me right now. "You don't need to apologize for what you want." He growls in my ear before adding one more thing that makes my whole body catch fire. "You need my knot."
He starts up a pace I can’t possibly keep, my nails digging into his chest as I hold on for dear life. This is so much more primal and animalistic than last night, the both of us desperate for release. The room is a blur of colors and sensations, the only thing in focus is his hard body pressed against mine, the delicious friction between us making me delirious with need.
My lips find his neck, suckling and teasing the sensitive skin there, marking him as mine just as he's claiming me with every savage thrust. His muscles tense and relax beneath my touch as he moans out a curse, lost in the moment just as much as I am. His hands squeeze my ass, guiding my movements to meet his own, commanding and demanding as he fucks me in a way that leaves no doubt who's in control.
"Fuck," I gasp out, barely able to form coherent words anymore. "Moses," I whimper, my voice hoarse with lust.
His pace doesn't relent, if anything it increases in intensity. "Koa," he growls out my name like a prayer and a curse combined. He raises me up almost all the way off his cock before slamming back in with even more force than before, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside me that sends stars exploding behind my eyes.
"You ready?" he growls out between clenched teeth, his entire body tensed like a coiled spring about to snap. "I’m going to knot you, sweetheart," he gasps again, the urgency in his voice sending shivers down my spine. I let out a little moan, hoping that’s enough. I couldn’t find my words if I wanted to at this point.
It's all the confirmation he needs. Moses' hips drive upwards one last time, his knot swelling within me, locking us together. A pang of pleasure-pain shoots through me as he seals himself inside me, my orgasm tearing through me, his cum spilling hot and thick inside of me.
Ours.
The reality of the situation starts to set in as our breathing ebbs and flows, our bodies still pressed against each other. My thoughts are a jumbled mess of emotions - fear, lust, and an overwhelming sense of vulnerability I've never felt before. Last night, I wasn’t as conscious. I didn’t know what was happening but today, I’m fully present and Moses has just knotted me on the couch.
I curl into Moses’ chest, my body sagging against him in pure, unfiltered relief. His knot is still lodged inside of me, the sensation both foreign and comforting. The cramps that had been tearing through me are gone, leaving only the heat of my embarrassment burning across my cheeks. I bury my face in his chest, my breath shaky as I try to process everything.
Moses’ arms tighten around me, his hands smoothing up and down my back in slow, soothing strokes. His chest vibrates with a deep, steady purr, the sound rumbling through me like a damn motor. It’s impossible to resist, impossible not to relax into him as the rhythmic vibration lulls me closer and closer to sleep.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
I let out a slow breath, my words muffled against his chest. “The neediness is gone,” I admit, my voice quiet and thick with exhaustion. “But now I just want to sleep.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest before it morphs back into his purr. “Sleep, then. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
The purr in his chest deepens, a soothing melody that seems to wrap around me like a cocoon, and I can’t fight it anymore. My body melts against his, my eyelids growing heavier with each passing second. I barely register the moment he pulls a blanket over us, the soft fabric brushing against my skin as he tucks it around me. His hand continues its slow, comforting path up and down my back, his warmth enveloping me completely.