Chapter 10
M organ was sweet on my tongue, her body surging toward mine as she surrendered with a needy whine. I had been hoping for a connection when we came up here but hadn’t dared dream about what she requested of me.
She’d never had a positive experience with an alpha before and she had chosen me to change that.
No pressure or anything.
I hadn’t been with an omega in so long. I’d almost forgotten what a force of nature they could be. Morgan was doubly so, being my scent match. The rise of her scent coupled with her slick had my thoughts winking out. I held on to reality with both hands, trying desperately to keep a leash on myself and show her what things could be like with an alpha who gave a damn.
Her fingertips trailed down my chest and hooked into my belt, dragging me closer, her ankles locking behind me.
“Kit,” she whimpered, tucking her forehead against my throat. “I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t—I don’t react to alphas like this.”
I sucked in a deep breath, trying to clear my head, holding her with trembling hands. “I’m not a regular alpha to you,” I reminded her. “I’m your scent match. That alone would change things, and you’ve been on suppressants for a very long time. You’ve gone off them cold turkey. Nothing is muted anymore and you’ve spent years burying your instincts.”
She shivered, her hips rocking ever so slightly against me. “What do I do?”
“What do you want to do?”
Morgan leaned even closer. “You.”
I chuckled and inhaled her sweetness, my brain going fuzzy. “If it’s too much, I can leave you to take care of yourself.”
Her grip tightened on my belt. “No.”
“Touch yourself for me, little fox.”
With a shudder, her hand dipped between her thighs, the movements brushing over my cock where it strained against the seam of my pants.
“That’s a good girl. Make yourself come and take the edge off.”
I held her while she shook, her panting breaths ghosting over my skin, the flex of her fingers driving me to the brink as she plunged one into her dripping pussy. When she seized in my arms, it came with a rush of slick that soaked through my pants.
Morgan let out a frustrated growl. “It’s not enough.”
I slid my fingers in to replace hers, stroking her clit until she bit down on my shoulder to muffle herself. She rocked hard against my hand, whining impatiently until I slid one of my fingers inside her.
Fucking hell, she was tight. I should’ve asked if she’d had sex since her first heat, given how she was repulsed by the general alpha population.
Morgan whined, clinging to me with every limb and making my task twice as difficult with no room to maneuver, but I wasn’t about to pry her off me. I gently tugged her hair until she unlatched from my skin so I could reclaim her mouth. I fell into an easy rhythm, devouring her lips and slowly finger-fucking her until her bucking got aggressively impatient.
I tilted her head to the side, snaring her throat with my teeth, applying pressure to the scent gland, and triggering her to come all over my hand. Her groan was perfection in my ear.
“Fuck.” She whined again, rocking harder, and shuddering through another rise.
I kept her pinned exactly like she was, staying as steady as I could manage. If she wanted things to go further, I had to go slow, no matter how much my instincts begged me to spread her open and fuck her until she couldn’t walk.
Each time she started to frantically fuck herself against my hand, I added an additional finger and her body responded with an orgasm that squeezed my fingers so tight they couldn’t move. She was so wet, her pussy trying desperately to accommodate me.
My brain was melting like ice cream in the summer. I focused on the simple task of preparing her for what she asked for. Once she was ready, I planned to sample every inch of her skin, but right now she was waging a war against instincts that had been long buried, and patience wasn’t something I could expect from her.
She bucked again, growing increasingly unruly. Her nails dug into me, my skin luckily still protected by layers of clothing I needed to divest.
“If you want more, you’re going to have to let me go.”
Her whine had all my little hairs standing up.
“This is all you’re getting if you don’t let me strip down and change our position.” I ground the heel of my palm against her clit and she bit down hard on my shoulder as she came with another rush of slick.
This time when she stopped trembling, she finally began the process of unlocking her limbs. The moment I could, I whipped off my shirt, struck by the cool air of the room.
“Lie back for me, little fox.”
Morgan flopped back onto Ryder’s bed, glistening cunt on full display in the firelight, her hair spread out like a halo around her. She looked so fucking gorgeous dressed only in our clothes. Bear’s flannel sprawled out like wings, and his T-shirt on her was rucked up by her waist.
“Look at me,” I ordered, waiting until her gray eyes locked on mine. “I can make you come as many times as you need. I don’t have to fuck you if you’re not ready for that.”
“Please.” She reached for me.
If this was her coming off suppressants, I wasn’t sure I would survive her going into a full heat.
I would leave fucking to the end on the off chance that I was able to satisfy her without a knot. Dipping down, I swept my tongue between her thighs, sweet maple filling my senses. Something flicked off in my brain at finally getting to taste her, and I hoisted her ass with both hands so I could devour every drop. Morgan writhed on the bed, balancing her toes on my shoulders to push herself further against my mouth.
I sucked hard on her clit and thrust my tongue into her, consuming every bit of her I could reach. When her thighs pressed against my head, drowning out the world around me, I hit euphoria. Shattering, I pressed my still-clothed cock against the bedframe and panted against her cunt.
Good gods.
It had been over a decade since I had come in my pants. At least it would make it easier to think. In theory.
Morgan was voracious, her hips shaking. I lapped up every bit of slick she offered and pushed her through two more rises before her bucking got dangerous for both of us. Continuing meant risking a broken nose from a feral omega’s hips. I chuckled to myself. What a battle scar story that would be.
The fire had warmed the air so my goosebumps were a reaction to her and not the temperature. “Strip down.”
She wriggled her way free of the flannel and then the T-shirt, leaving herself gloriously bare, all lush curves and freckles. With a low growl, I crawled over her and sank down so I could feel the heat of her skin against mine and claim her mouth once more.
Having her squirming beneath me brought my cock back to life. During her heat we’d have no break at all, but we were both adapting.
“You smell so good,” she groaned. “It makes it hard to think.”
“That goes both ways, little fox.” I kissed her forehead. “Ask me for what you want. I don’t want there to be any question about it.”
“Fuck me.” She whimpered. “I need to know.”
A smile pulled up my lips. “I haven’t shown you enough to know yet?”
Morgan shook her head, red strands flying. “More.” She looked adorably perturbed when I pulled back to remove my pants and underwear, her eyes growing wide and curious as they flicked over my body.
“When was the last time you had sex with an alpha?”
“Um.” She squirmed. “My first heat.”
“And when was the last time you had sex in general?”
She counted out on her fingers. “Five years, maybe. I gave it a go with a beta before I left college.”
The words sank in. “No one has touched you for five years?”
“I don’t like anyone where I live.”
“Fair enough.” I trailed a fingertip down the midline of her body, and she arched to follow my touch. “I’m never going to forget this blessing.”
“Blessing?” she gasped out as I slid my fingers over her clit.
“You’ve given me your body when you share it with so few. That’s a lot of trust you bestowed upon me. Have I done all right in keeping it so far?”
Morgan nodded frantically, closing her eyes, already moving her hips against my hand.
Instead of giving her what she craved, I set about exploring her a little more. I traced down her arms and up her throat before filling my hands with her breasts, teasing the nipples as I watched her face. A slow pinch and roll had her sucking in a shaky breath, her back arching to press them into my touch.
I drew further down with each exploration until I had the underside of her knees over my forearms, my cock dragging over her slick folds while she held on to the blankets beneath her for dear life.
“Ask me one more time.”
“Kit, for fuck’s sake. If you don’t give me what I need, I’m going to yell for Bear to take care of me instead.”
“I can get him, if you’d rather.”
She squeezed her ankles against my sides. “I asked for you . If you don’t want me…”
I shifted my hips and notched my cock, her whole body stilling. She was so tight even with all of the work we had done. I didn’t dare move until another desperate, demanding whine sounded from her and slick coated my tip.
“I want you far more than I should. I’m literally so helpless for you we’re in Ryder’s bed instead of my own because I couldn’t wait to touch you.”
Morgan purred. The vibration ran through her whole body, her pussy buzzing gently against me.
I let her take the lead, watching the experimental rock of her hips to adjust her body.
“Let me know when you’re ready. I want you to be able to move later.”
Morgan let out a nervous laugh. “I might have to sit on a snowbank anyway.”
Panic slammed through me. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. I mean, everything aches, but not in a bad way. Using muscles I didn’t know existed.” She squeezed sharply around me and relaxed. “Ready for more.”
I pulled out and pushed back in, incremental movements until her pussy fully accepted me, slick dripping to ease everything between us. The grip she had on me centered my thoughts down to the feel of her. I was panting by the time I buried myself to the hilt. Morgan’s skin shone with sweat in the firelight, making her look ethereal in a whole new way, my omega glowing from the attention I had given her.
My first real thrust had her locking her limbs around me again, every inch of her trembling. As I drove into her wet heat, each buck was met with an omega whimper in my ear, and every breath laced with maple had me half-delirious.
Scent match or not, she was fucking exquisite. Having her like this satisfied every alpha instinct I possessed. The only thing that would make it better would be sinking my teeth into her flesh to claim her.
“I’m close,” I murmured in her ear. “Do you want my knot?”
“Yes.” She groaned, pulling me tighter with her ankles.
That was all it took for me to lose my last thread of control. I drove deep, my knot swelling, cum bursting to fill her up.
“Motherfu—” Morgan bit down on my shoulder again, her body convulsing as the knot sent her spiraling. I was going to be covered in her marks and I intended to put every single one of them on display. Shame this wasn’t her heat, so the bites meant nothing beyond her being overwhelmed by desire, but I loved them all the same.
I cupped the back of her head, soaking in every facet of her presence. Rolling us over so she wouldn’t bear the brunt of my weight, I flipped Ryder’s blanket over us and unleashed my purr. Morgan melted against me, scent sweet and body pliant.
“Did you have fun?” I whispered.
She nodded, still not releasing her bite.
“You guys are taking fucking forever ,” came Ryder’s voice from the hallway. “What’s taking so lo—Did you fuck in my bed?!”
Well, shit.