11. Grace
He stalks toward me.
“Henry,” I warn him with a groan as I shuffle off the nest. “We need to set some boundaries.”
“You’re in your heat. You need to be quick if you want to set boundaries?” He steps another foot forward.
“Wait!” There’s only one I can think of, but he takes my silence as an opportunity to continue. “I–I.”
He ignores everything and stalks closer, and when he reaches me, he presses his hands on my cheeks.
He lowers his face.
My eyes open wide.
He’s about to kiss me.
“We agreed not to kiss. This is just us…” My eyes flick to the nest and back to him. “We’re just fucking.”
He grabs me.
I yelp in surprise.
Our eyes lock right before he fists my hair and slams his mouth on mine in a rough, demanding kiss.
He doesn’t stop.
He is such an alpha.
He’s going to hear my wrath the moment he pulls away.
But he doesn’t pull away. He holds me by the waist and drags my head back by my hair as he slides his tongue into my mouth.
I’m breathless.
His grip is so punishing that I push my hand against his chest and slide my face to the side and take a deep breath. “What the hell was that?” I take another deep breath. “I said no kissing.”
“That’s not happening, Omega. Tonight you’re mine.”
“And we have a deal.” I glare at him, but he only stares back at me in response.
“And you knew you made a deal with an alpha.” His words are rough as his eyes bore into mine. Then his lips turn up as he smiles at me. Perfect white teeth surrounded by lush lips. “The deal was to take you through your heat and that’s what I’m going to do, and kissing you is definitely happening.”
It’s unusual for me to encounter such dominant behavior from men. I had a beta boyfriend, albeit very briefly, and he was the sweetest guy anyone could ever meet. Too sweet for me. That’s why I knew we could never have a lasting relationship.
As he presses his lips against mine again, I’m still bent at the waist. I am not putting up a fight this time. I embrace him and draw him in closer to intensify the kiss. A small sound of begging escapes from my throat.
As he moves away, eyes locked on me, he breathes as heavily as I do.
Suddenly, the invisible knife is back, and I let out a groan of agony. “I need more than a kiss. You have to take my pain away.”
His eyes flare.
My body is already resting on his right arm, and with his left, he sweeps under my knees and lifts me off my feet. “I need to take away the edge for you.”
“I need to be knotted.” My voice lifts an octave.
The shake of his head is harsh. “It’s too early, but you’re right, we need to control it.”
“Do you need help?” I go to say with more alphas, but his unsettling stare causes me to halt my speech.
“No. I can do this,” he growls as he walks toward my nest, stopping at the edge.
“Please!” The whine that leaves my throat is like nothing I’ve ever heard before. “Just fuck me.”
“Invite me into your nest,” he says. His voice is gravelly as he waits.
I tilt my head back, gazing at the pillows arranged at the top of my cozy nest. My eyes wander over my lovely, soft fabrics, and I make a little hissing noise without realizing it until it releases from my mouth.
I know it’s because he’s going to mess with my nest.
“You’re not ready,” he grunts as he walks to the wall, slamming my back against it. I am left with no option but to wrap my legs around his waist, tightening my hold on him.
His eyes on mine as my hand slides between us, reaching between his legs. “I need to touch you.”
“Fuck,” he groans as my fingers push under his pants and I find the wet crown of his thick, hard cock near to the waistband.
“You’re so big.” My eyes roll into the back of my head, imagining him inside of me.
He grabs my hands and pins them by the wrist above my head. “I’m in charge, Omega.”
“Alpha.” I whimper.
The pheromones he exudes permeates the air, causing my eyes to roll again. “That’s right. I’m your alpha.”
He presses me harder against the wall, his cock pressing against my stomach.
Purring softly, I’m unable to resist locking eyes with him, my desire intensifying. I lick just under his mask, on his cheek. “Mm.” He tastes just like the scent that laces the air.
He bares his teeth. “What’s my scent, Omega?”
There’s a growing sensation within me, a feeling I’m on the verge of losing control. And I know I must remember to not let any discussions about scents affect me, or present my neck. Because as much as this feels very real, I know this is only a one-heat fuck.
“I want to see you,” I say, ignoring his demand. My hands reach to the mask covering his face. Before I can make a move to uncover his face, he pushes me up the wall and his body against mine, pressing his hard dick against my pussy.
I groan as he takes my hands again, holding them against the wall as he slams his mouth on mine. I’m met with the familiar sensation of his scorching and insistent kiss, causing my pulse to quicken in my neck.
With an equal sense of urgency, I return his kiss, mirroring his desperation.
It’s intoxicating, euphoric and I’m in so deep, I don’t know how I’m going to feel at the end of my heat.
I hear Sienna’s voice in my head. “Omegas make bad decisions when they’re in heat. Do not present your neck.”
Henry thrusts his hand between our bodies. His fingers roam down past my stomach and I groan when his thumb strokes over my clit.
He twists his hand somehow and slides two fingers over my soaking slit. “I’m going to enjoy knotting this sweet pussy.”
My frustrated whine fills the air. “Please!” I moan into his mouth as my hips grind to get more friction from his fingers.
“I’m in charge, Omega,” he growls.
My cheeks flare, a little from being called an omega, and a lot from being chastised. This is my heat and I’ll—
I let out a groan as another wave of pain shoots through my stomach.
“Add another finger. I need more.” I widen my thighs, giving him more space and rock my pussy against his hand.
He does the opposite.
I grumble.
“Tell me you wanted me. Tell me the OmegaFans’ account was to piss me off, and you would never do this without me.”
“Henry…”
He teases the bud of my clit with his thumb. “Tell me or I won’t lay you down on your nest and eat your perfect, wet pussy.” Our eyes clash. “You want my mouth on you, don’t you, Omega?”
My pussy aches at the thought, and I nod.
“You want me to eat you out until you come on my face? You want me to own your pussy.”
I’m nodding frantically now. “Lick me.”
I’m completely entranced by his gaze, feeling as if I’m being pulled into two deep, dark holes.
“I’m going to lick you. You know why?”
“Because I’m in heat, and it’s turning you on,” I murmur.
He laughs. “Oh Scarlett, you’re fucking perfect.”
I smile, holding back a giggle that he doesn’t know my name. That’ll make it easier when we say our goodbyes.
“I am turned on. But not because of your heat.”
He slides a finger deep inside me. My eyes roll into my head and my vision blurs for a moment.
I groan.
I’m feeling so hot, not only because of my heat, but also because of him. He’s making my blood burn, and my body to tingle all over.
“I’m going to do everything. Because I know you want me as much as I want you. And you chose me. You’re giving yourself to me.”
He curls his finger inside me again and I arch my back, staring at the ceiling rather than into his eyes.
He hisses as his finger works in and out of me, and his thumb slides over my slippery clit in measured strokes.
“Oh, my…”
My head spins. It feels like delicious torture. Not sure if it’s his mouth, his words, or his scent, but everything is so good that I want to breathe him in and hold it in my memory forever.
He sucks on the skin just below my ear. Then a little nip.
My fingernails dig into his shoulders as I gasp his name.
“Look at me,” he growls against my neck. His teeth snapping against my flesh and I jerk forward.
“Don’t bite me.”
“Then look at me.” His voice is low as he strokes his finger inside me again as our gazes lock on each other until I convulse against him.
“Come for me, little kitten.”
I purr, loving the nickname as my body presses against his and my hips thrust against his hand. A second later, a contraction rolls in my stomach, and my orgasm hits me like an out-of-control train.
“Yes. Yes. Oh…” My words trail off as I fall against his hard body.
“I can feel you coming so fucking hard. Now I want to feel you come on my cock, before I knot you.”
“Knot me,” I moan as my hand reaches between us and I feel his erection. It’s thick and long and my head spins with desire as he turns toward the nest.
But after climaxing over and over with my toys and now with his hand, all I want is to sleep.
My eyes flutter as I drop my head on his shoulder.
“I need...”