20. Levi
Levi
T he feeling of being inside Sadie. Overwhelming in every possible way.
I’ve had sex before. Good sex, even. But this.
This connection with an omega. With her.
Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Every instinct I have screaming at me to move faster.
Thrust harder. Claim her completely. But she’s so tight around me.
So perfectly responsive. Terrified of losing control and hurting her.
“You feel amazing,” I manage. Pulling out slowly before sliding back in. The drag of her inner walls around my cock makes my vision blur. “Like you were made for me.”
“I was,” she gasps. Nails digging into my shoulders. “Made for you.”
Her words send a primal surge of satisfaction through me. Mine , every alpha instinct roars. My omega. But beneath the biological imperative. Something deeper. Love so intense it takes my breath away.
I set a careful rhythm. Watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But all I see is pleasure. Want. Love shining in her hazel eyes. When I angle my hips and hit that spot inside her. Makes her cry out. Her scent spikes with pure arousal.
“There,” she gasps. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
I don’t stop. Can’t stop. The way she responds to me. The sounds she makes. The way her body moves with mine. It’s addictive. But as the pleasure builds. I become aware of something else happening. Something I wasn’t expecting.
Pressure building at the base of my cock. My knot starting to swell.
Panic flashes through me. Heard other alphas talk about it. But experiencing it is completely different. What if I hurt her? What if I can’t control it? What if?—
“Levi.” Her voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts. “Hey. Look at me.”
I meet her eyes. Find nothing but love and acceptance there.
“It’s okay,” she says softly. Somehow reading my fear. “I want this. I want all of you.”
“But I’ve never—I don’t know how?—”
“I know.” Her hands frame my face. Thumbs stroking my cheekbones. “I’ll guide you through it. Trust me.”
The gentleness in her voice. The way she’s taking care of me even though she’s the one beneath me. Enough to calm the worst of my panic.
“Okay,” I breathe. “Okay.”
But as my knot continues to swell. The urge to bite her becomes almost overwhelming. Her throat is right there. Pulse fluttering beneath pale skin. The perfect spot for a claiming bite practically glowing in my vision.
Want to mark her so badly it’s making me shake.
“Levi,” she moans. Her inner walls fluttering around me. “I’m close. So close.”
“Me too.” My voice barely recognizable. Rough with want and the effort of not sinking my teeth into her neck. “Come with me, sweetheart. Let me feel you.”
My knot catches at her entrance with each stroke now. The pressure incredible. I can feel her body starting to adjust. Accepting the stretch. The sensation pushes me right to the edge.
She arches beneath me. Her climax hitting like a tidal wave. The feeling of her clenching around me. Combined with her scent spiking with satisfaction. Shatters my control. My knot swells fully. Locking us together as I come harder than I ever have.
For a moment. The intensity almost too much. I’m locked inside her. Feeling every flutter of her inner walls. Surrounded by her scent and her warmth and her love. The urge to bite her so strong I actually lean down toward her throat. Before catching myself.
No. Not like this. Not in the heat of the moment.
Instead. I press my mouth to her pulse point and suck gently. Marking her temporarily. Not enough to be permanent. But enough to satisfy some of the claiming urge roaring through me.
“Holy shit,” I gasp. Collapsing onto my elbows to keep from crushing her. “That was...”
“Perfect,” she finishes. Voice dreamy with satisfaction. “You were perfect.”
I bury my face in her neck, breathing hard. My knot is still swollen, keeping us locked together, and I can feel her pulse racing beneath my lips.
“Are you okay?” I ask, pulling back to look at her. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I’ve never knotted anyone before.”
“No.” Her smile is radiant. “You didn’t hurt me. You made me feel incredible.”
Relief floods through me so intensely it’s almost dizzying. “I was terrified I’d mess it up somehow. I’ve never done any of this.”
“I know, Levi. But you were perfect.” Her fingers stroke through my hair, soothing and intimate. “How do you feel?”
I consider the question carefully. How do I feel? Complete. Overwhelmed. Like I’ve found something I didn’t even know I was missing.
“Like I never want this to end,” I admit.
“It doesn’t have to.” She shifts slightly beneath me, and we both groan as the movement sends aftershocks through us. “The knot will go down eventually, but this—us—this is forever if you want it to be.”
“I want it to be.” The words come out without hesitation. “I want everything with you, Sadie. Forever.”
As we wait for my knot to subside, we talk in soft whispers.
She tells me how she’s been wanting this for months, how every coffee delivery made her fall a little more in love with me.
I tell her about watching her from the bookstore window, about the pressed flowers I’ve been collecting for weeks just hoping for an excuse to give them to her.
“You know what the strongest urge was just now?” I ask after a while, nuzzling her neck.
“What?”
“To bite you.” The admission slips out before I can stop it. “Right here.” I press my lips to her pulse point, and she shivers beneath me. “I wanted to mark and claim you so badly it was making me shake.”
“So why didn’t you?” she whispers, tilting her head to give me better access.
“Because you deserve better than a claiming bite made in the heat of the moment,” I say, pulling back to look at her. “When I claim you, it’ll be because we’ve talked about what it means. About packs and futures and forever. Not because I got overwhelmed by instinct.”
The understanding in her eyes makes my chest tight with emotion. “You’re right. But the fact that you wanted to...”
“I wanted to more than I wanted my next breath.” The admission comes out raw, honest. “But I also want to do this right. You deserve to be courted properly, claimed properly when in heat.”
“What if I said I don’t care about proper?”
“I’d say you’re trying to kill me,” I gasp as she shifts beneath me again. “And that I love you too much to give you anything less than perfect.”
Instead of the claiming bite my instincts are demanding, I press gentle kisses to her throat, sucking lightly at her pulse point until she’s arching beneath me. The mark I leave is temporary, but it’s something.
“There,” I murmur against the small bruise blooming on her skin. “Something to remember tonight by.”
She touches the spot with wondering fingers. “It’s perfect.”
When my knot finally starts to soften, I’m almost reluctant to move. Being locked together like this has been the most intimate experience of my life—not just the physical connection, but the emotional vulnerability, the complete trust.
“I love you,” I say as I carefully slip free. “More than books, more than coffee, more than anything.”
“I love you too.” She pulls me down beside her, and I immediately gather her into my arms. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being patient. For being gentle. For making everything I dreamed it could be.”
The possessive satisfaction that roars through me at those words is probably not entirely healthy, but I can’t bring myself to care. She chose me.
“I’m honored,” I say, and mean it completely. “I’m so honored, Sadie.”
As she drifts off in my arms, her scent warm with satisfaction and love, I stare up at the ceiling and try to process what just happened.
I’m completely, utterly in love with Sadie Quinn.
More than that—I want to build a life with her, want to give her everything she’s never had, want to be part of something bigger and more beautiful than I ever imagined.
Tomorrow we’ll figure out the logistics. How to navigate pack dynamics with Caleb and Reid, how to handle the festival pressure that we both completely forgot about, how to build the future we both want.
But tonight, I’m exactly where I belong. Holding the woman I love, breathing in her scent, feeling more complete than I ever thought possible.
This is what love feels like, I think as sleep pulls me under. Not just wanting someone, but being willing to wait for the perfect moment to claim them. Being willing to put their needs before your own desperate instincts.
Being willing to build something beautiful together, one careful moment at a time.