Chapter 10 #3
“Yeah. Say my name,” he whispers, wasting no time in picking up the tempo of his thrusts. “How do you feel even more incredible than yesterday? I was already fucking losing it then, but this is— Mmh, fuck. Ah, you’re perfect.”
My heart flutters, filling to the brim with something warm and glistening. Something golden.
Wren groans, thrusting in harder. If I wasn’t holding onto the bed frame, he’d send me flying face-down into the pillows.
I look down at my swinging cock dripping with precum, and when I blink, I realize how dizzy I’m getting.
And not just that. My skin…it feels all tight and tingly, like there’s molten heat spreading underneath it.
Heat.
I shiver as Wren hits the sweet spot deep inside, nearly making me come undone.
His pheromones…and my pheromones—he triggered my heat, didn’t he?
I shut my eyes, desperately trying to focus, but my mind is slipping.
It’s melting and turning into mush because of what he’s doing to me.
Because of how perfect his scent is, how amazing it makes me feel.
All I want is to stay here forever—the two of us cooped up together, body against body, endlessly feeding off each other’s scent and energy and all this divine, pure, unrestrained pleasure.
Definitely triggered it.
Shit, this feels intense. It’s been so long since I—
“I’m close, Wren,” I whimper, barely managing to hold onto the bed for support with how gooey my arms and legs are becoming.
His body presses into me, as hot and sweaty as I am, and his hand wraps around my cock, stroking me as his movements become harsher and less controlled. I lose it completely when his lips brush against my nape, right where the venus gland is.
I come crying out his name, my legs trembling so much I can’t hold myself up anymore.
With Wren pressed into my back, we collapse on the bed, dropping into the mess I made.
I don’t have it in me to care. I curl my toes, unable to comprehend anything but Wren’s cock throbbing and twitching inside me, the thrill of it buzzing through my body like a current of electricity.
It feels wonderful. So wonderful and so right.
“That’s my good omega,” Wren mutters next to my ear, drunken satisfaction slurring his words. I smile widely as he runs his hand through my hair, his own blond strands falling over me like threads of gold.
The momentary release is great, but more restless energy is already building up in the air, and I think we both feel it.
“Your scent. Your lovely scent,” he groans and moves his mouth to the back of my neck.
The area of the venus gland isn’t a place just anyone interacts with haphazardly.
It’s special. Intimate. So when his lips press a tender kiss into it, it sends a jolt of ecstasy from the top of my head all the way down to my toes.
My body burns. It screams for him. For closeness.
“More,” I beg, barely recognizing my own voice. All I can really focus on is Wren and my pounding heart, but the pheromone haze I am in muffles and blurs even those.
Blissful. I feel so damn blissful.
I’d let him do absolutely anything he wanted right now.
I’m not sure when it happened, but Wren is rock hard inside me again. “From the front,” he says, already spinning me around impatiently. I shift my hips to help him steady himself between my legs. “I want to see the face you make when you feel me buried deep inside.”
His movements are agonizingly slow at first. He leans down toward me, those striking blue eyes studying my body with intense focus.
“I don’t understand how any alpha could not want you,” Wren whispers. That authoritative roughness in his voice is gone. Now, he sounds tender and a little unsure. Vulnerable.
I lock eyes with him as his hands explore my chest, gliding slowly over my rounded pecs, and brushing over my nipples.
“So hot and big and strong…” he mutters, and his touch moves down.
My stomach isn’t as defined as my chest or arms. Not like I’ve had access to the gym since taking over the store.
There’s clearly enough for him to enjoy, though, seeing as he presses his fingers into my blocky waist and hastens the movements of his hips.
“Look at you. You’re perfect,” he says, eyes darting further down.
I gulp, slowly losing my mind over the mere promise of his caress there.
When he finally wraps his hand around me, I arch my back and clench tightly around his cock.
Wren groans in response. Half surprise, half arousal. His left hand strokes me mercilessly while his right hooks under my knee to lift my ass off the bed so that he can fuck me even harder. “That scent of yours, Rus, you…mhmm, I need you to rein it in or I…”
Wren drifts off, and I think his ability to put his thoughts into words has abandoned him. I feel the same. I don’t even care what he’s saying. All I want is for him to keep being here, keep fucking me, keep talking. Anything, as long as we are connected.
“Feels too good,” he mutters. “You’re so fucking ripe, I wanna—”
The urgency of his movements is ramping up, but a part of him still exercises restraint; I can tell.
“Give me all of it. Don’t hold back. Please, Wren. Don’t st-stop.”
His eyes widen at me, as if his name on my lips is a magical word; a leash pulling at his neck. Chest rising and falling sharply, his expression changes into a desperate grimace as he leans closer to me, this time all the way to seize my face.
“Not holding back means— Ah, fuck. I wanna let go. I do. But…”
“Then do it. Don’t stop. Let go,” I plead with him, losing every sliver of inhibition.
This feeling of complete submission is euphoric.
This is all I need. Even if it’s just my heat brought on by his rut-fueled pheromones.
The sensation is powerful and real, and it’s everything. “Isn’t that what you want?”
Something behind his eyes shatters and shifts in an instant.
One long, deep exhale later—rattled and broken with shivers I feel all the way through my body—Wren grabs the back of my neck, pulling me flush against him.
He thrusts sharply, deeply, delaying just a moment each time he’s in full-hilt, while he draws in my smell unabashedly, his nose buried in my hair.
I’m a complete, utter, delirious mess under him, my heart beating at an alarmingly intense rate.
“I’ll give you everything,” he whispers, words slurred. “Like a good alpha.”
“Yeah! That’s wh-what I want. That’s what I need. Please.”
With a strained whimper of effort, Wren rocks his hips into me one last time, burying himself as deep as he can before going completely still.
My eyes roll back, and my fingers dig into hot flesh somewhere—I can barely keep track of what my body is doing outside of my burning, pulsing core—as I instinctively relax into the swell of orgasmic sensation.
I cry out and quiver, coming all over our stomachs.
The high only keeps growing as Wren’s cock twitches, filling me with his cum. His knot inside me expands; thick, rigid, overwhelming. He’s everywhere. Within and above and around me in such a complete, possessive way I haven’t come close to experiencing before.
I stare up at the ceiling, my view partially obstructed by his blond hair, until my vision goes blurry.
A tender memory enters my mind, almost as if to offload the mind-blowing pleasure that’s still rumbling through me. The memory of when I was sixteen and got my first heat. Mamma’s voice sounds inside my head, as clear and real as the moans coming out of Wren next to my ear.
‘Knotting’s a sacred act between an alpha and omega, Rus. It’s special. A rare moment when the gods allow us to experience a fraction of the true extent of the joy and delight our souls can provide. There’s nothin’ else in this world like it.’
Tears well up in my eyes.
I’ve never let anyone knot me before, and it…it was worth it. It was worth it for this.
Wren seems to finally come to. He moves his head to press a tired kiss onto my cheekbone.
His knot is firm and heavy inside me. I never would’ve thought that being locked together with another person in such an intimate, vulnerable way would feel this good. Then again, we’ve been locked together in this house for the past few days…
Only this doesn’t feel like being trapped at all.
I always worried I’d feel uncomfortable.
Defenseless. After all, there’s no pulling us apart for the next twenty minutes or so without significant pain.
But it makes sense; how soothing it actually is.
How close we are. I don’t know if it’s just the hormones making me think I want it, but that feeling is there nonetheless.
Wren’s heartbeat pulses through his skin and through the knot, almost syncing up with mine. He must feel it, too.
“Are you okay? I…” he asks, drifting off with a shaky exhale.
Knotting is usually a big deal for alphas, at least from what I’ve gathered. Or is that because they worry about what it will do to the omega they’re with? Either way, Wren sounds concerned and tender, and that makes me smile.
“I’m more than okay, sugar. I’m great,” I say, quickly blinking away the tears before meeting his gaze.
My chest feels so wide and open and light when I do.
Those beautiful eyes. Shit, this really must be some pheromone-induced delusion, because he almost looks like he’s glowing.
He looks like the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.
“Real great,” I add. I touch his cheek, following the slight dip in and then running my fingers down the tickling stubble leading to his chin.
Wren smiles contentedly, looking back at me with the same curiosity.
“You’re so hot and soft inside. I…” He winces, because when he tries to move up on his elbows to see me better, he tugs at the knot, sending a jolt of uncomfortably intense pleasure mixed with pain through both of us. “I haven’t knotted anyone in…fuck, I can’t even remember.”
“What’s it like for you?” I ask, still caressing his chin before moving onto his lips. “Describe it to me.”
His gaze softens. “It’s like a continuous orgasm, only not as intense.
More muted. Spread out. Otherwise, I would probably have a freaking heart attack,” he says, smirking briefly.
“My balls feel so damn tight, and my cock keeps pulsing and throbbing. The knot is— All I can focus on is the pressure of your walls hugging it, and just thinking about that makes me even more turned on. If that’s even possible…
” Wren closes his eyes briefly, teeth clenched, as if he’s fighting to keep his focus.
For a moment, he faces away with a trembling exhale.
A little more collected, he meets my eyes and continues, “Look at us. Isn’t it insane what these hormones make us feel?
The mere thought of not being inside you gives me heart palpitations.
It sends white-hot rage through my veins, like I’m some rabid beast protecting its meal.
Maybe betas are right. Maybe we’re just weird, fucked-up animals. ”
His words took on a bitter note at the end there, so I dare to do something I, for some reason, haven’t before. I run my hand through his beautiful soft hair, pushing it out of his face. Wren instantly closes his eyes, leaning his cheek into my wrist, clearly enjoying the sensation as much as I do.
I’m not a psychologist or a therapist or someone with an understanding of the human psyche. In fact, half of the time, I say the wrong thing when it comes to people or delicate social situations, but… “This doesn’t feel anythin’ like it did with her, does it?”
Wren stops breathing as soon as those words come out of my mouth, which is painfully obvious to me now that we’re connected. His eyes dart to me, then elsewhere, before they settle somewhere below. He swallows hard.
“N-no.”
“Then you know what you did… No, what she made you do, was just coercion. This is what your rut’s supposed to be like.
All the good things, good feelings… She can’t take this away from you.
And no beta can take away, or understand, how special this is for us.
If that makes us animals, then so be it.
Ain’t nothing wrong with that,” I say with a gentle movement in my hips.
Wren moans softly in response, nestling his face into my hair again.
“Rus, I… Fuck. Thank you. I’m so sorry for—”
I interrupt him by hugging him tightly and pressing him into me. I think he gets the point when he lets out a light chuckle, accepting it. We stay like that for what feels like a blissful eternity, our hearts beating wildly against each other through our skin.
After his knot finally goes down, there’s a brief period of rest before the pheromones rise in the air again. Wren’s rut is nowhere near done, and neither am I.
I want more…and more is exactly what I get.
We keep kissing, touching, licking, tasting, fucking…pretty much everything and anything we can do to satisfy the desire to melt into one singular being until I’m dizzy, sore, and the fire in the fireplace dies out.