Murph
The hot, tight suction on my dick draws a groan from my lips.
My eyelids flutter open.
Rose is naked at the foot of the bed, sheets off, revealing every curve. Wavy chestnut strands conceal most of her face, but I get more than enough glimpses of her plush lips sinking over me again.
Fuck.
What a way to wake up.
I let out a groan as she lifts her head, and she releases me with a wet plop.
With her hands resting on my thighs, her chocolate-brown eyes meet mine. “You said I should wake you any way I liked.”
It was late or early in the morning once I’d finally pulled her close to sleep.
We’d been fucking for hours at that point.
I’d eventually gotten up to switch out the light, and as soon as I was back in bed, I was spreading her thighs wide and sliding inside her again.
No matter how many times we climaxed, she could never get enough. Neither could I.
It’s an addiction at this point. I couldn’t stay away from her, and whenever she brushed against me, her fingers sliding over my skin, I would harden. As a faint light of dawn peeked around the curtains, I whispered in her ear that if she was up before me, she could wake me however she wanted.
I’d been hoping for the ride I’d told her was hers. But this?
I thread my fingers through her hair, keeping the chestnut brown strands out of her face so I don’t miss a thing. “And you woke up hungry, darlin’?” I tease.
Her eyes sparkle, playful and sweet. “Ravenous, but only for one thing.” Her gaze dips, and my belly tightens as she licks her lips.
“Then who am I to get in the way of a starving woman?” I ask, my voice husky.
I tuck one arm under my head, pillowing it so I don’t miss a thing.
She wasn’t lying about waking up hungry. Every eager lick and suck bears testament to being greedy for my cock. As fantasies go, I can only think of one that beats this: her wanting my bite on her throat.
“Think you can take me deeper?” I groan, already wondering how much more of her mouth I can take.
She pulls up, takes a breath, and lowers her head again until my dick slides down her throat, which tightens around me.
My hips punch up, and I clench my fingers in her hair. “Fuck.”
We get into a rhythm. I match my thrusts with her motions, giving her time to breathe before she swallows me again, moaning around my cock. I’m literally fucking her throat, and the tightness is making my balls hard. Five thrusts and I’m fighting not to come.
I pull her head away, gasping for breath.
She looks up at me, concerned. “Murph?”
“I’ll knot you, sweetheart.” She could choke, and I can’t do that to her. Instead, I urge her closer. “Come here.”
She crawls up my body to straddle me, a soft smile playing on her lips. “You woke up demanding.”
“That’s what happens when you wake up in a fantasy.” I pull her mouth to mine, needing a taste. “Makes a man hungry for everything he can get.”
I start to roll her onto her back, but she breaks the kiss and pulls away. “Not yet.”
My fingers caress her satiny thighs. I arch a brow, confused, until she reaches behind her and wraps her hand around the base of my cock. I swallow hard. “Sweetheart?”
“You said I could ride whatever I want,” she says, eyes on me as the tip of my cock slides into the wet, snug entrance of her pussy.
I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to. My hands grasp her hips, wanting to drag her down on me, but this is her ride to control. Her pace to set. I give it to her. Stomach muscles contracting with the effort to stay still, I groan, and she whimpers as she pulls me deeper inside her.
It’s a slick, easy glide. With how much we fucked last night and this morning, often dozing with my cock lodged inside her, she’s still full of my cum. So wet and so damn hot, my fingers shake as I fight to keep from taking over.
With three inches nestled inside her, she rests both palms on my chest, tipping her head back as she rolls her hips. My nips and bites pepper her skin, and I lift my hands, caressing her gorgeous tits.
She’s shaking, her breath hitching, and she has another three inches until I’m balls-deep.
“Just a little more, sweetheart,” I croon, cradling the back of her neck and matching my slow thrusts to hers. “You can take me.”
She pushes downward more forcefully than before. A soft sigh escapes her plush lips. She whimpers and wriggles.
“That’s it.” I slide deeper and we both groan.
She’s wrapped around me, snug and wet and so fucking perfect, it’s taking everything in me not to roll her onto her back and fuck her so hard she has to bite my shoulder to silence her scream.
“Murph?” She stops moving and opens her eyes.
“Baby?”
“I want you to bite me.”
I chuckle as my gaze roams over her body. She’s not completely covered in my bites, but I definitely let myself get carried away, peppering her gorgeous skin with nips. “Anywhere in particular?”
Her right hand lifts from my chest, hovers briefly, then her fingers flutter over the left side of her neck, just above her pulse. “Here.”
A bite that visible could only mean…
All trace of amusement disappears. It’s somehow impossibly easier to ignore my cock throbbing inside her. “That sounds like…”
“A claiming bite,” she whispers.
Not all omegas have claiming bites on the throat, but most do. It’s as much about an alpha’s need for his omega to wear his mark as the physical evidence that this omega is taken.
“That would be permanent,” I warn her, despite my desire to push her onto her back and bite her before she has a chance to change her mind. Simon’s bite is on the right side of her neck, where it will always be. "There’s no undoing this, Rose. You need to be certain."
Being scent matched means a bond that fuses us forever, soul-deep.
But a claiming bite is a choice. It’s like a marriage, but more.
It’s the greatest sign of trust and commitment between an alpha and an omega.
And it isn’t something I thought Rose would want from me for months, if I was lucky, years if I was not.
“The way I feel about you isn’t temporary, Murph,” she whispers. “I don’t know what the future holds, but I don’t want to face it without you by my side. Even before we slept together last night, I was yours, and you were mine.”
Cradling the nape of her neck, I draw her down to claim her lips in a bruising kiss. She wiggles, her body restless as our needs turn urgent.
As she bounces on my cock, I cup her breasts and play with her nipples. She loses her rhythm, her hips moving faster as I find her clit with my thumb and give it a nice, firm rub.
She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as her orgasm hits.
I roll her onto her back and spread her thighs, my needs taking over.
With my mouth fused to hers to swallow her moans, I slam into her again and again, every thought in my head centered on the pleasure building between my legs. Rose is whimpering under me, her pussy pulsing around me as another orgasm rips into her.
It’s all too much.
I thrust into her one last time, groaning as my knot locks us together.
Only then do I press a kiss to her throat. Her body tightens around me. I kiss her again, waiting for her to tell me to stop. She wraps her arms around me, her long, curvy limbs enveloping me as she tips her head back, giving me more room.
Still, I need her to be sure. This—Rose, us—isn’t something I want to fuck up.
I lift my head and meet her gaze. “Are you sure, Rose?”
She frames my jaw with a tender smile. “I love you, Murph. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.” I don’t deserve this. Don’t deserve her. But I revel at the treasure the universe has given me, kiss my beautiful mate one last time, then put my mouth to the left side of her throat.
I bite hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough to claim her as mine. Her breath hitches. She lets out a sigh as I pull my teeth from her neck, and I lick her skin, soothing the sting and drawing her close, tucking her flush against me.
And as my beautiful, perfect mate drifts off to sleep, I whisper into her ear, not knowing if she’ll hear me but hoping she feels how much she means to me. “You’re mine, Rose Hayes. For now, for tomorrow, for always, and I will always love you and keep you safe.”
I slip out of Rose’s bedroom with a smile.
She’s sleeping, and I have work today, so staying with her wasn’t an option. Even if I had a day off, Ben likes to crawl over her in the morning. Rose is kissing me, Win, and Joel in front of Ben, but I’d like to avoid having him find us in bed together for now. And probably so would Rose.
I gently close the door behind me, turn around, and slam to a stop.
Now I know exactly how Win felt when I ambushed him in the coat closet, demanding that he tell me how to speak to my scent match without putting my size-12 foot in my mouth.
Ben, wearing navy blue pajamas with red fire trucks on them, smiles innocently up at me. “Hi, Murph. Is Mommy sleeping?”
After everything we did last night and this morning, damn right she’s still sleeping.
A flush creeps up my neck as I rake a hand through my hair. “Hey, little man. Um. Yeah. I was just…” I hunt for a PG-rated reason as to why I’m slipping out of his mom’s bedroom at 6 a.m. “I was just checking on her to make sure she was sleeping.”
I internally cringe. Idiot.
He curls his bare toes on the hardwood floor. “Not a sleepover?”
Fucking hell, what do I say to this five-year-old that won’t scar him for life?
“Nooo…” I draw out the word, frantically trying to find a way past this curious child, and I’ve known Ben long enough to know just how curious he can be. “Grown-ups don’t have sleepovers.”
“Daddy never wore a shirt when he slept with Mommy.” He scrunches his nose. “Sometimes Mommy didn’t either, but she would hold the sheet all the way up, so that’s how I knew.”
Jesus. What do I say?
I clear my throat. “That’s a different kind of sleepover. They loved each other very much, and when they wanted to—” I strangle the next words out of my mouth. Because this direction I’m venturing down? Fucking idiotic.