Chapter 17
Forrest
Her cinnamon apple cake scent is practically coursing through my veins as she grabs her hair into a fist and gives me her back.
I have to grab the world’s smallest fucking zipper and slowly draw it down her back. My knuckles glide against the smooth expanse of her skin, kissing a trail down her neck.
Her skin is warm and sweet and unblemished.
I want to put my mark on it.
Maybe it’s that other Alpha storming in here—one she clearly has a history with—making me feel overly possessive of her.
I know that isn’t the case. I already wanted her earlier tonight. The need to claim her is only exacerbated by the disruptive arrival of Elliot.
Claire is mine, not his. He didn’t realize what he had until she left. But I knew how magnificent she was immediately. She’s my Omega and I want every Alpha on this ship to see my claiming mark on her. I want her drenched in my scent and leaking my cum.
She’s mine and everyone should know it.
I nearly growl into her hair as I think about the fact that I can’t do that, not yet. It’s too soon, too impulsive, but one day I could see it.
The idea of there being another Alpha mark on her neck is something I’ll have to work through, especially if it’s with that prick.
“Hey,” she says, turning around in my arms. Her soft hands cup my face as she smiles at me. “I want this. I want you.”
Those are the only words I need to hear as I reach out, pushing her dress off her shoulder. She stops touching me, only long enough to let the expensive garment fall to the floor.
She’s a fucking vision in a white lace bra and panties that are drenched in slick. I’ve seen her in a bathing suit before, but nothing prepared me for this.
Claire has these instincts pouring out of me that I didn’t know I was capable of. Maybe they lain dormant, waiting for an Omega. Or maybe it’s even simpler than that. I was waiting for her.
I pick her up by the waist and carry her over to her bed, tossing her down gently, momentarily distracted by the way her tits bounce. I can’t help but to kiss them, sucking her nipple through the white lace, making the fabric translucent with my saliva.
She holds my hair, her body arching up to mine, begging for more. My large fingers slide down the delicate straps, moving them down her arms, and she helps remove the material, baring her chest to me.
The slightest tan lines are there from her time in the sun and that has my cock weeping with need.
My hand splays across her stomach before I trail down to her pussy.
“You need your Alpha to take care of you, don’t you?” I ask her and she whimpers.
“So bad.”
“Have you been thinking about it all day, princess? The way I’d have to tease and play with your body so much that you’d have enough slick to take my fat cock and knot?”
“Oh fuck, I didn’t expect that,” she says, her perfume filling the space so thickly that I might just fucking come in my pants.
She shoves at my jacket, helping me push it off my shoulders.
“I’m stealing this one too,” she states, and I smile at her. She can steal everything I own if it brings her comfort. But it’s not things that Claire needs. It’s my scent, it’s me, and the thought is heady.
“You’re not going to need it.”
“No?” she asks as my fingertips toy with the hem of her panties.
“No. Because you’re going to be so full of my cum, you won’t be able to get rid of my scent for days.”
“You continue to surprise me.” Her breasts rise and fall with her panted breaths and I can’t wait a second longer as my hand slips underneath the fabric, gliding through her obscenely wet cunt.
I moan, leaning forward and taking her breast into my mouth as she cradles the back of my head and I strum her clit.
“Just like that. Don’t stop, please, Alpha,” she lets out the words and my whole body shivers.
I look up at her, and she’s watching me, not an ounce of shyness or concern on her beautiful face, just pure bliss. I want to watch her fall apart over and over, begging me all night to not stop.
Her hips push off the bed, pressing harder against my hand, and I don’t let up. She’s making the softest little sounds of pleasure when her head falls back, her soft pouty lips parting as she moans her release.
Slick covers my fingers as I move my hand lower, pressing into her warm entrance.
“These need to go.” I shift over her body, pulling the panties off of her legs and pocketing them. She watches the motion with a smile. “Seems only fair.”
“Only fair indeed,” she says, spreading her legs for me.
I drag my hands down her soft legs, staring at her pussy. Claire spreads her legs wide, giving me a show.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her, before leaning down, grabbing her ass and scooting her sweet center right to my mouth.
My tempting little Omega clutches the sheets as I devour her. She tastes like mine, feels like mine, and from this moment on, she’s my Omega, regardless of a bond.
When I slip two fingers inside her, she moans. Her hand is on the back of my head as she uses my face and I get her ready for me.
The sounds in the room are salacious and I grind myself against the corner of the bed, pre-cum leaking on my suit pants.
It hits me in the middle of licking her clit and the way her pussy sucks my fingers that I’ll be knotting someone for the first time.
The thought is too compelling. Too overwhelming, because it’s not just anyone. It’s Claire.
I have to pull my mouth away from her clit, tasting her is too much. I don’t want to come right now; I need to come inside her. It’s the only way to claim her and calm what feels like a beast inside of me.
Instead I add another finger, watching as she takes the stretch.
“If I don’t fuck you soon, I’m going to come without you having even touched my cock,” I admit, still finger fucking her.
“Please. I want you.”
I curl my fingers inside her one last time before pulling them out and slipping them into my mouth.
Claire watches me as I unbutton my dress shirt, using it to wipe off my beard and tossing it in the corner.
Her hungry gaze takes in the way I tug my undershirt off and the way my belt slides out of my belt loops before taking my pants off.
But when I finally remove my underwear, her eyes widen and her scent gets thicker.
Without even consciously thinking about it, I stroke myself a few times.
“Don’t worry, it will fit,” I say and she laughs, shaking her head.
“Had no doubt it would. I was built to take you and your knot, wasn’t I?”
“Damn right,” I say, dwarfing her body.
Her hand slips between us, gripping my length. My muscles go rigid as I let her explore me. A soft whine slips out of her lips and I know I can’t wait a second longer.
“I need you.” It slips out of my mouth like a plea.
She nods, her hands sliding up my stomach and landing over my chest. I grab myself at the base and glide the head of my cock over her slick-covered entrance.
Slowly, I press inside her, leaning forward and resting on my elbows. With our height difference, I can’t see her face as she leans forward and kisses my chest, her hands going to my back where her nails dig into my flesh.
I have to pull back, one hand on the mattress and another on the headboard behind us so I can look at her.
Fuck. She takes my breath away.
“More,” she tells me, and I give her what she wants, pressing in inch by inch. Her warm, wet pussy welcomes me like it knows I belong here. “Yeah, just like that.”
I hold on to the headboard and grab her ass with my freehand as I fuck her faster, watching in awe as my knot slowly inflates and begs to be inside her.
“So tight. So fucking perfect, princess. You need my fucking knot, don’t you?” I accentuate the words with a squeeze of her ass, and I’m transfixed by the way her breasts bounce with each thrust.
“Please, Forrest,” she says.
“Beg me the right way,” I growl out, not even knowing why the guttural words fall out of my mouth.
It’s some baser need I never knew I had. I didn’t know I got off on being called Alpha, but the truth is I really want her, this Omega, to call me that.
“Please, Alpha, I need it,” she says, her hand slipping between us where her two fingers spread her pussy lips.
It’s the perfect view as I watch myself push forward, stretching her cunt and giving her my knot.
Claire moans, her back arching as she spasms around me, clenching me so fucking tight I swear I see stars as I rut against her.
My thighs shake and I might dent the headboard as I fill her completely. The feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, nearly transcendent as I fill her with my cum.
Her scent surrounds me and the need to lean forward and sink my teeth into her throat is so visceral I have to hold myself up and just stare down at her beautiful form.
Beautiful dark strands stick to her forehead as she pants beneath me, catching her breath.
I’m knotted inside of an Omega and I’m not really sure what to do. I can’t move and lean forward or I’ll crush the tiny thing, and I’m not completely sure I might not fucking collapse from how good this feels.
Claire runs her nails over my chest, making me shiver as she gives me a small smile.
“Think you can flip us so you’re on your back?”
I swallow thickly, not wanting to hurt her, but nod as I wrap her up in my arms and slowly roll us so I’m on my back and she’s lying on top of me.
Her knees barely touch the mattress with the way she straddles me. She kisses my chest before nuzzling against me. I pet down her hair and let myself thoroughly enjoy this moment.
I can’t help but to laugh when I think of Wells. Not only was he so right about what I needed, but I know he’s going to be pissed off he wasn’t here to witness it.
“What’s funny?” Claire asks, resting her chin on her hands over my body.
“Wells is going to be incredibly pissy that he missed this.”
She smiles. “Well, there will be plenty of more opportunities.”
“Yeah,” I say, twirling a piece of silky hair on my finger. I love both of my mates’ hair so much.
My mates.
Holy fuck.
Part of my brain wants to ruin this moment and bring up the elephant in the room, or rather the too handsome for his own good Alpha, who clearly has a history with my Omega. I ignore those thoughts as I look at Claire’s face. She’s here with me, not him.
“He’s also going to be even more smug over how much he knew I needed an Omega—needed you.”
She shifts over my knot, and I groan, gripping her ass and squeezing.
“Fuck,” I hiss out and she smirks.
“I think I found what I didn’t know I needed too,” she says happily, lying back down against me.
I tug on the blanket, pulling it over her naked body as she nestles against me. She fits perfectly here, and I cherish every single second of every inch of her skin touching mine.
She somehow falls asleep there as I lie awake thinking about all the possibilities and where we go from here. For the first time in a long time, I’m scared shitless over the future, but I’m also undeniably more hopeful than I’ve ever been.
Claire doesn’t stir when my knot releases us and a considerable amount of slick and cum spills all over us. The sound and scent of our combined releases nearly has me hard all over again.
Tenderly, I move her onto a clean blanket and head to the bathroom, cleaning myself off and coming back to wash her with a warm cloth. She doesn’t even twitch as I take care of her and my chest rumbles with the purr as I take my time tending to her.
Having an Omega, taking care of one, is such a primal and instinctual experience, it’s hard to even put into words how much she settles me. She makes me feel confident, capable, and all I want to do is ensure she always feels this safe around me.
When she’s warm and clean in the bed, I grab my phone and shoot Wells a message letting him know what happened, and where we are. I know he’ll want a more detailed run down in the morning, but his excitement and happiness for me and Claire is clear through his messages.
I love him so fucking much and I can only imagine what the experience will be like when the three of us are together. I have to tone down the thoughts so I don’t lie next to her with my cock fully hard.
Quietly, I get into bed with her, my chest rumbling with a purr over how content I feel with her wrapped up in my arms.
The room smells like us. She trusts me enough to sleep soundly while I take care of her, and she needs me.
There’s no way to express the contentment filling me right now.
Claire could choose anyone onboard, she could have any pack she wants, but she wants me and Wells and fuck, I want her; I want a pack. I don’t know how I truly feel about someone else joining what we have, and maybe I’ll have to come to terms with that idea sooner rather than later.
But there’s one thing I’m certain of: pushing myself outside of my comfort zone is undoubtedly worth it for this Omega.
I kiss her head, inhaling deeply and loving the way she smells wholly mine.
We’re going to be a pack and I’ll get rid of anything or anyone who stands in my way. They’re my pack to protect and unless an Alpha deems themselves worthy of Claire and Wells, then it’s my job to protect them.