Chapter 34
Blissful warmth encompasses me, a gentle rumble vibrating against my back as I slowly emerge from the best sleep I’ve had in ages.
Soft citrus and aromatics suffuse the air, mixing with my coffee scent to make something bright and invigorating, yet comforting.
I squeeze my eyes shut and sink back into the relaxing bulk pressed against my back, unwilling to break the spell.
My bladder has other plans, giving an angry twinge as soon as it realizes I’m awake. There’s no arguing with an insistent bladder at my age, no matter how much I don’t want to get up.
Releasing a soft sigh, I scooch away from the alpha at my back, doing my best not to wake him as I carefully slip out of my nest and tiptoe over to the bathroom.
After taking care of business, I do a quick swish with mouthwash and dab on some lip balm as I survey myself in the mirror.
I look… good. The weariness that’s been etched in my skin for months has faded.
There’s a brightness in my eyes in place of the usual dull fatigue of waking up after yet another night of inadequate sleep and bracing myself to face the day.
There’s a damn smile on my lips that won’t go away, and my cheeks grow pink as I remember all the things Ambrose did to leave me in this state.
Then I remember all the things we didn’t do.
My face burns even more.
Oh god, I fell asleep. Ambrose went down on me, took care of everything for dinner, listened to me babble about all kinds of random shit, and gave me an incredible massage. And I fell asleep like a total jerk.
I move to the door, peering out into my nest to survey the burly alpha still gently snore-purring. There’s a heavy set to his brow, like his sleeping self realizes my absence and is deeply unhappy about it.
My heart stutters just looking at him.
He didn’t have to stay. I would’ve understood if he’d been miffed by me passing out without saying a word and headed home. But he’s still here.
My eyes grow watery, and I wipe the tears of happiness and appreciation away.
The handsome, wonderful alpha in my nest feels like a mirage. Far too good to be true. One of these days, I’m going to find what the catch is, but I don’t have the strength to investigate that now.
Not when he groans and reaches out into the empty space beside him, his eyes blinking open as he searches for me.
“Camille?” His voice is a rough croak, with more than a hint of worry lacing his tone.
“I’m here,” I murmur, unsticking my feet from where I’m hovering in the doorway to the bathroom.
The devastating smile Ambrose gives me as I slide back into the nest takes my breath away. He doesn’t give me time to catch it, wrapping his arm around me and tugging me against his chest, lips pressing to the column of my throat as he scent marks me.
“Someday I’m going to bite you, right here,” he whispers, letting his teeth scrape where my neck meets my shoulder.
Goosebumps erupt over my flesh and my thighs grow slick. My omega lets out a little whine before I can stop it. I have no clue why that turns me on so much, but I guess now that I’m an omega, I’m into biting. It’s not any weirder than a daddy kink, so whatever.
Ambrose chuckles and guides me to hook my leg over his, kneading his fingers into my ass in a possessive grip. “Mmm, you like that, don’t you? I won’t make you wait long, sweetheart.”
I’m not sure why he’s not going for it now, but if he wants to wait to add biting to our bedroom activities, that’s fine.
He pulls a soft gasp from me as I feel his stiff cock against my thigh, the tip oh so close to where I’m already wet and aching for him.
As hot as the moment is, the urgent need to apologize for my behavior rises in me until the words spill out. “Speaking of waiting, I’m so sorry I fell asleep last night.”
“Don’t be. I can’t think of anything more satisfying for my alpha than your omega following all my commands and letting go enough to rest. Trusting me to protect you in your nest.” His hand trails up to my side to palm my breast lazily.
“It was perfect,” he rumbles, raising his eyes to meet mine so I can see how sincere he is.
His teasing touch and the insistent presence of his cock nestled against me with only the barrier of his underwear in the way makes me bold. “Maybe you got everything you wanted, but I didn’t.”
Ambrose frowns slightly until I slide my hand down between us and cup his length. His eyes flutter shut for a second, and I can tell he’s fighting not to rock against my touch.
I don’t want him to hold back. I want to give him as much pleasure as he’s given me. “It’s not fair. You promised I could watch you come, Daddy.”
There’s no time for me to feel awkward about jumping back into the whole daddy thing because Ambrose releases a sound that’s half-growl, half-groan. “You’re right. How mean of me. You were such a good girl for me. You deserve whatever reward you choose.”
Ambrose rolls me onto my back, rising to his knees and grabbing his dick through his boxer briefs. “Tell me, sweetheart… How do you want to see Daddy come? It won’t take long after spending all night with your sweet ass nestled right against my cock, teasing me with your perfume and softness.”
His dirty words make slick gush between my thighs, spurring me to push myself up and press my lips to his in a needy open-mouthed kiss.
He growls for real this time, and my omega shivers with delight. She wants to roll over and put my ass in the air so he can fill me with his bulging knot, but I resist. I want to see the look on Ambrose’s face when he lets go. When he takes what he needs from his omega.
Ambrose’s hand tangles in my hair as we kiss, and he pulls me off after a few moments, eyes gleaming with desire. “That’s not an answer, baby girl,” he rumbles.
“I want to taste you.” My skin flushes at the hazy memory of begging Ambrose for a taste of his cum during my heat. “I need to know if you taste as good as I remember.”
“Fuck.” The groaned curse makes me even wetter, knowing how excited he is. My omega is absurdly proud that I affect this alpha so much.
Ambrose shifts like he’s going to lie back on the mattress, but I take hold of his shoulder before he does. “I…” I swallow hard, then force myself to tell him exactly what I want before my omega gets mad at me. “I want to do it on my knees. I want you to fuck my mouth until I choke on your knot.”
Intense heat fills Ambrose’s piercing gray eyes, and his indulgent smile melts away.
He nods and grabs one of the memory foam cushions from my nest, tossing it on the floor.
“On your knees for me, omega,” he commands, almost, but not quite, an alpha bark.
Just enough to make my legs weak and head swim with the need to please him as I obey.
The moment my knees hit the pillow and I look up at him, Ambrose strokes a hand over my sleep-mussed hair and then down my cheek to trace his thumb over my lips. “Open.”
My lips part and he slips his thumb inside, pressing on my tongue and studying me with so much intensity it makes my clit throb.
“Been dreaming about this mouth,” Ambrose rasps, moving his thumb to pull down on my lower lip.
His hand descends further to cage my throat with one large, callused hand while the other hooks under his underwear and shoves them down so that his cock springs free.
“I think about you all the time, Camille. Look at what you do to me.”
I do as he asks, staring as he takes his rigid, ruddy length in hand and guides the tip to my mouth, smearing the bead of pre-cum on the tip onto my awaiting tongue.
My eyelids flutter shut at his taste. It zings through my system like a shot of potent liquor, leaving my head reeling and pussy clenching.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart. Watch me use my pretty, obedient omega’s mouth.”
His words tap into something primal and desperate inside me, and I let out a garbled moan as my eyes flash back open to lock eyes with the alpha looming over me.
I wait a beat for my indignant, logical side to come on board to judge myself for getting so turned on by his praise for my omega’s eager submission, but it never comes.
And god, what a relief that is. Fighting my omega and my desires has been as exhausting as my stressful job. Maybe even more.
My expression must shift in that moment of relaxation, because Ambrose’s mouth curves into a proud smile as his hand releases my throat to move up and weave through my hair. “There we go. That’s it. Let go and take what you need.”
He feeds his cock into my mouth slowly, letting me adjust to his jaw-aching size. I sink into the moment, breathing through my nose and hollowing my cheeks as he goes deeper, the head of his cock probing the back of my throat and threatening to make me gag.
When he pulls out entirely, and a brief look of concern flashes across his face, I reach out and grip his thighs to hold him close. “Please, Daddy. Deeper.”
The heat in his gaze flares back to life even brighter than before.
Ambrose gathers the string of saliva connecting my mouth to his cock and rubs it across my lips, making me flush all over.
I can only imagine what he sees looking down at me, a wanton being with swollen lips and flushed cheeks, begging him to use me.
Ambrose puts his cock back between my lips, and palms the back of my head.
“Pinch me if you need to stop,” he rasps, waiting for me to nod my assent before thrusting into the hollow of my mouth.
He holds me down on him, pushing past the barrier of my throat.
I gag, eyes widening at the invasion, but he doesn’t let up.
“You can take it. Relax that throat for me and take your alpha’s cock.”
He releases a primal groan as I use my hands on his thighs to draw him in further until my eyes are watering and his swollen knot brushes against my lips.
“Fuck, such a good girl. Shit, it’s too good.”
Pride swells inside me even as my body struggles against the invasion and lack of air. Making this kind, wonderful alpha lose control like this has me buzzing with power.
I attempt to swallow around him, and he curses again, pulling me off his cock. I sputter and gasp for air, and in that moment of distraction, Ambrose hauls me up and tosses me back onto the mattress like I weigh nothing.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I have to be inside you,” he growls, lining his cock up with my dripping pussy and slamming home in one deep thrust that makes me see stars.
He sets a frantic, desperate pace, pounding into me like a man possessed. His lips brush against my throat, nipping and sucking between curses and grunts. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
When he slips his hand between our bodies to work my clit, I cry out. He huffs and changes the angle of his thrusts just enough that he’s striking the spot inside me that takes my breath away. “Ambrose, please, oh god, right there.”
“Right there?” he asks, continuing his brain melting thrusts.
“Yes, yes, please, I’m going to come.”
“Shit, you feel too good,” Ambrose curses, hips stuttering as my pussy clenches around him like it’s trying to never let him go. “This pussy was made to take your alpha’s cock, wasn’t it, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I moan, his words pushing me over the edge into oblivion. Slick gushes from me as I cling to Ambrose, wanting to draw him further inside me. Needing his knot.
“F-uuck.” Ambrose punches his hips forward and his knot pops inside me, filling me up in a mind-altering, transformative way.
I thought that feeling was only because of my heat, but having Ambrose’s knot locked inside me, swelling as he grinds his hips and his cum spills inside me, is beyond anything I’ve experienced.
We fit like we were made for each other.
We fit like this is what I’ve been waiting for all my life.
I come again, clamping down on his knot and cock and drawing even more of his release from him until I’m so full I could burst.
“God, Camille, that was…” Ambrose pants as his hips still, reaching up to cup my cheek with reverent wonder shining behind his eyes.
“Life changing,” I whisper.
A blissed-out smile curves across his lips.
“Yes.” His mouth meets mine in a tender kiss as he rolls us onto our sides so his weight isn’t pinning me down.
He strokes my hair and I melt, the afterglow of sex and the place we’re still connected making my omega the happiest she’s been since my heat. “Comfortable?”
“Yes. It’s perfect.” I want to say, this is perfect, but don’t because as wonderful as this moment was, I can’t help thinking how it could be even better with Jackson here. A smaller voice that I try desperately to ignore wonders what it would be like with their whole pack.
A lump forms in my throat, and I bury my face against Ambrose’s shoulder, unwilling to let that bittersweet thought ruin this moment for me. His purr rumbles to life, and for the second time, it lulls me back to sleep.