Chapter Eighteen #3
On top of the pleasure, was the anticipation.
I was waiting for Everett’s bite, expecting it with each thrust inside me, hoping each time he pulled out that the next time he pushed in, I’d feel his teeth.
Over and over, my ass slapped against him as he used my body.
My orgasm built, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to come, not from penetration alone.
No matter how good he felt or all the right spots he connected with inside me.
His body heat pressed against my back as he leaned over me, his hand above my head on the wall as he continued to move inside me. His mouth came to my neck, leaving open mouthed kisses. When he sucked on my pulse, I bucked against him harder, desperate to tease him to do more. To bite me properly.
“I love your scent,” he moaned, his tongue coming out to lick my neck. “You taste like the most decadent chocolate. Makes me want to lick you everywhere. Taste you everywhere.”
He sucked hard against my pulse but instead of feeling his teeth, he pulled back completely. His hands came to my ass, his fingers digging into my cheeks.
I tried to slip a single hand down my front only for Everett’s palm to connect with my behind. “No way. Not yet, Babygirl.” He was breathing hard, the sound of his pants so sexy even as he told me no. “You’re going to come when I claim you and I’m not ready for that yet.”
“Please, Everett. You’re teasing me.”
He growled, more alpha than man.
The hairs on the back of my neck rose, fear mixing with arousal.
He pulled out of me again, stepping back so he wasn’t touching me anymore. “Run.”
“What?”
“Run.”
I took off toward the guest bedroom, my heart racing as I wondered if I should hide, too. Everett came walking into the room, his top already discarded. I hopped onto the bed, getting out of reach from him like we were playing a game.
I watched as he took of his pants, then his boxers, his cock standing tall and proud and still wet from being inside me.
He lunged for the bed, and I scrambled off, trying to make a run for the door except he got off the mattress quicker than I’d expected, his hands coming to wrap around me as he threw me back on the bed. I tried to climb away but all I’d managed to do was flip myself over.
Everett came down on top of me, his smile a reflection of what was on my lips before he pinned my body to the mattress and plunged his cock into me.
I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he took the opportunity to shove his mouth against mine.
One of his hands came to the back of my head and the other came between our bodies as he found my clit with his fingers.
I clung to Everett, trying my best to meet the thrusts of his hips and his tongue but it was all so overwhelming—
My orgasm snuck up on me. It simply built and exploded without waiting for me to acknowledge it had reached its peak because I’d been so distracted by Everett.
A scream tore from my throat just as a bite of pain—literally—throbbed at my bottom lip. The bond between us was strong and instant. It had tears coming to my eyes as my body continued to endure the waves of pleasure.
Everett’s pace quickened, matching his desperation to come. His forehead came to mine, our pants harsh and intermingling.
My tongue came out to lick my bottom lip, the slightly swollen and throbbing skin making my body clench around Everett in greedy pleasure and relief that he had finally bonded me.
His thrusts became slower as his cock seemed to swell.
“Everett?”
Was he going to knot me? He couldn’t. My body wouldn’t take it.
He was still thrusting. “I know. I know, Babygirl. It’s okay.”
Then he was coming. So much cum that his hips continued to thrust even as his breathing resettled, and his head came down to rest on my collarbone. His weight was nearly crushing, not that he wasn’t partially holding himself up. I was pretty sure Everett would literally suffocate me if he wasn’t.
“You claimed me.” I pointed out the obvious because it was all I could think.
“I told you I would.”
“I thought you were going to bite my neck?”
“I thought about it.” He kissed the spot under my ear that he had originally claimed for himself. “But I wanted a spot that couldn’t be hidden. A high enough collar or your hair down and around your shoulder could hide my claim. I couldn’t have that.”
He lifted his head just enough to lick the bite along my lower lip and even my chin. My core squeezed around him, making both of us moan.
His knot wasn’t fully formed. Fortunately. If Oaks’s knot was dangerous then Everett’s would be even more so.
He rolled us to our sides, his length still inside me since his knot was slightly swollen. I gasped at the feeling, his knot tugging at all the nerve endings inside me. I tossed my leg over his hip and cuddled as close to his chest as I could manage.
“You good?” he asked.
I nodded.
His hand came up to pet my lower lip—or my claiming mark—and I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing his hand to look at my mark on him.
“Will it stay?” I asked.
“I think so. If it doesn’t, you’ll just have to bite me again.”
Even if my own bite didn’t remain on Everett’s skin, I knew his bite would. His claim had formed a bond between us. I might not have been able to feel his emotions, but I could feel that he was alive, that we were bound together.
I was officially claimed by all of pack Wilder. It was a heady thought.
I reached up to pet my own claiming mark, ignoring how it was slightly throbbing from the bite. Honestly, it was probably going to look slightly ... gross over the next few days. Both of my claiming marks from Atlas and Oaks had bloomed dark bruises before they even considered healing.
“Do you feel different?” he asked.
I frowned. “Can’t you feel what I’m feeling?”
“I can. But I don’t know what you’re thinking. Are you content because you came on my cock? Or because you finally feel settled in the pack?”
“Both?”
Being stuck on Everett’s dick gave me time to think.
My mates always held me after we had sex, but there was something different about lying on the bed with your partner still inside you.
A different type of intimacy that I couldn’t explain.
Maybe because we were both still aroused, yet we weren’t using our bodies for pleasure? I wasn’t sure.
“Why do you think your knot pops out?” More and more lately, I’d been getting stuck on Oaks’s and Everett’s dick after sex. Not that I was complaining. It was just odd. Alphas weren’t biologically expected to knot betas.
“I think it has to do with the fact that we see you as pack. Our bodies don’t understand designation, not logically.
Omega pheromones might make a knot pop with little effort, but you have your own scent, Babygirl, that makes my cock hard.
Since you haven’t worn that descenter shit in a while, and that chocolatey-goodness scent of yours is starting to linger around the house, it makes sense that our bodies are becoming more adjusted to filling you up. ”
I nearly jumped when his hand came to rub my lower stomach.
Kids. Children. Of course we’ve talked about it. You can’t go through a heat without bringing up the possibility for children. Especially when I was the only female getting the attention of three males literally primed to fuck.
I did want that with my pack. I wanted the whole family thing.
Wanted to raise children so that they didn’t care what their designation was.
Because even as I’d peeked out of the beta box society had set me in, I wasn’t sure I would ever truly climb outside it.
Wasn’t sure remaining out of the box was even possible when we lived here.
What would happen if our child went through puberty, and they emerged as an omega.
Would we just let the OC take them? Most parents considered it an honor, a prize, a way of life, that any omega children would essentially be raised by the state.
They received their stipend, and most children still saw their parents weekly, if not more.
But I didn’t want my kid to have to pack-up to enjoy the world.
And if we had a beta? I didn’t want society telling them how useless they were. That all they contributed to life was their offerings to the other designations. No one should be made to feel lesser because of their biology.
Of course, there was a third option. An alpha.
A child that society would give a silver spoon to and yet, have to bear the brunt of scrutiny.
Any fault of a pack is theirs. Any failing, any struggle, it all rests on an alpha’s shoulders.
And sure, an argument could be made that previous alphas had forced the weight from the other designations and burdened themselves with it.
But that still meant later generations were struggling to not buckle under the expectations of the past.
We had to change. We had to do better.
I was so grateful that I’d found Everett and this pack.
I hated thinking about my life before. Hiding my scent, scared of offending omegas as if they were too fragile to exist in society without me going out of my way to protect them.
In trying to help them, I’d taken autonomy from them. Just like the OC was doing.
“I love you.” That was what it all came down to. Letting my scent out, feeling his knot begin to pop, taking care of the house and my mates.
“I love you, too, Babygirl.” Everett’s chest began to vibrate, the soft rumbling purr lulling me to sleep.