35. Charlie #2
This woman.
"Forever." My voice cracks, and then I'm dipping down, slotting my leg between hers as I claim my omega.
My name on her back, my lips on hers, all she needs is my bite on her neck.
I've known for years that Hannah Beckham is mine, but finally having her here with me, no secrets and no misunderstandings between us, I feel like I can take a breath for the first time in twelve years.
She tastes like peaches, and warmth and home , and she's all I've ever wanted.
My sweatpants-covered erection brushes against the thin layer of leggings, and next thing I know, I'm grinding on her like we're teens again, making out in the backseat of my car.
"I love you," she pants into my mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding me close. "I meant it when I said I never stopped either. You were always meant to be mine."
"I am yours, Hannah," I gasp, moving my hips as I chase the friction of her warmth, "always have been. I love you so much it hurts."
"I don't want you to hurt, Charlie," she looks up at me with those fucking entrancing green eyes of hers, her freckles splayed across her face like little constellations.
"It doesn't hurt when I have you," I say quietly, kissing her again.
"Take me, then," she pleads when I pull up for air.
"You have me. Take what's yours." Her words call to something primal in me, and in the moment, I'm sitting back on my knees, lowering the waistband of my sweatpants until my dick pops out, and she shimmies her leggings down.
I settle back over her, swiping my cock through her slick folds.
"You're so fucking wet for me already," I groan, using my hand to rub the head of my cock against her clit.
"All for you," she moans, arching her back. Fuck. Of course there's sand everywhere. That's not going to be fun to clean out. For now, though? I need my omega.
I use her slick as lube as I continue to rub my head against her sensitive little nub.
She tenses under me, and then releases a beautiful little cry as her body shakes with pleasure.
Continuing the motion until she rides through the wave of her orgasm, when I finally slide into her slick, wet, heat, it's like finally coming home at last. "Fuck, Hannah," I groan once fully seated inside of her.
There were a handful of times we had sex when we were teenagers, but it's been twelve years since I've been inside anyone and I'm about to embarrass myself so badly here. "Oh, Charlie," she breaths, her lashes fluttering as her walls flex around me, making me grit my teeth.
"Give me just a second, mags. It's been…well, let's just say you're the only woman I've ever been with. I'm not trying to embarrass myself here."
Her eyes fly open as her perfume swells around us. "I'm…I'm the only one? You really waited? This whole time?"
"Of course I did. You're mine, Hannah."
She's surging forward, clashing our mouths together as her tongue tangles with mine.
I can't help but start to move at this point, and I desperately hope I don't blow my load two seconds into this.
"I can't," she gasps as I pull out and thrust back in, "believe", her nails dig into my back, "I'm the only one. "
"Believe it, baby," I grit out, breathing heavily as I reach down and hook one of her legs over my arm, making her cry out again.
"You're the only one I've ever wanted." My words have her clamping down on me, and her head falls back, letting me shower her neck in kisses.
When I pull back, I see a red and purple mark coming through some makeup.
"Did Noah mark you up?" I smirk as I pull back and push forward as hard as I can, popping my knot in place.
She convulses around me, and I rut into her, my hips moving shallowly as I ride her through her orgasm.
"I wanted him to bite me," she admits on a gasp, coming down from her high, "I want all your bites, but Noah said we had to wait for everyone.
" The words coming out of her mouth, the admittance that she wants us to bond with her, have me roaring my own release, my hips stuttering as I pour all my cum into her.
Marking her.
Mine.
I nearly collapse, but instead roll us over so Hannah rests on my chest. We're locked together, but that just means we can watch the sunset while we wait for my knot to go down.
"Charlie?" She asks, sounding worried.
"Yeah, mags?" I run a hand over her hair.
"I…I'm not sure how to…but…"
"What is it, baby?" I ask, grabbing her chin and making her look at me. Fuck, why are there tears in her eyes?
"You waited for me," she says, sounding a little pitiful and her eyes darting down. "But I couldn't…my heats…"
Realization dawns, and my heart hurts for my little magpie.
"Hannah, look at me." My voice is serious as she hesitantly raises her eyes to meet mine.
"You can't control your heats. Of course you had to seek help.
And even if you had other relationships before we found each other again…
" I trail off, trying to find the words.
"Waiting for you was a choice that I made.
You thought that I betrayed you. You thought that I didn't want you.
I wouldn't be able to be upset about that.
And if I was, I'd have Noah beat me to a pulp. "
A small giggle escapes her, making me grin. "Never any relationships," she says, her voice going quiet. "Only heat clinics. Which I despised." She scowls.
I'm not surprised at the "no relationships" bit, considering she said she was let down by so many different packs. But then she says something that makes my stomach sink. "Doctor Mejia…she has a theory about why none of the packs were interested."
I continue stroking my hand down her hair, my other hand rubbing her back. "Do you want to tell me?"
"I do," she sniffs, "Doctor Mejia thinks…maybe because we were a true scent match, even though my omega hadn't presented at the time, my omega was waiting for you. And somehow, the alphas could sense that on a primal level. That I was already spoken for."
I don't know what to say to that. On one hand, I feel bad that she spent so long feeling unwanted because of me, but on the other hand, I'm glad that her omega somehow always knew she was mine. "How do you feel about that?" I ask quietly, instead of voicing my mixed feelings.
"Really pissed at Cat," she snorts, drawing a little chuckle from me. "But at the same time…relieved? To know that I wasn't broken, there wasn't anything wrong with me….they just weren't the right alphas."
"And we are?" I ask, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it.
"Of course you are," she sighs a contented sigh, laying her head back on my chest. "Enzo is the wise, steady one, Austin is my sweet and gentle giant, Noah has a bit of a rough edge but he uses it to protect his family…
.you? You're my Golden Boy. The one who's protected me nearly my whole life.
Who loves me fiercely and no matter what, just wants…
me." I can feel her smiling into my chest as I press a kiss to her hair. "I love all my alphas."
I don't think she's quite realized what she said as she's drifting off, but I'll let her have her moment of quiet. Her eyes flutter closed, and I take a deep breath, wondering how the hell I got so lucky.