Chapter 47
Chapter Forty-Seven
Vonn
“Omega, may I enter your nest?” Nixie’s desire pulses down our bond, making my cock rock hard, ready to fill her tight pussy and ease her heat. Julius and I prowl around the edges of the mattress, feral beasts, held in check only by her leash.
“Alphas come,” she whines, finally beckoning us forward. As we surge onto the mattress, a fresh gush of slick drips down her thighs. I dive for it, dying to taste nirvana, but she grabs my hair, pulling me up short. Bossy omega. “On your back.”
“Got some fantasies to play out, firebrand?” Julius teases as I comply with her wishes. This is Nixie’s show, I’m just excited to be a part of it. Her lust and love filter through the bond, heating me to the core.
“I’ll be your fantasy, baby.” My arms reach for her, but Mama knows just what she wants, throwing a leg over me and sinking her velvety heat slowly down my shaft. She takes my hands and presses them into the warm skin of her breasts.
“You already are,” she pants, using my cock like her own personal toy.
“That’s right. Use me, baby, make yourself come on my cock.” Nixie’s slick runs down my balls and I rub my thumbs over her breasts until her nipples jut out, as hard as diamonds.
“Touch your clit. Do exactly as I say.” Julius settles in beside us, his eyes fixed on our omega.
Pure dominance radiates from him, and Nixie moans, her hand following his instructions.
She slips a finger between her puffy pussy lips, shuddering when she touches the bundle of nerves tucked away there.
“Good girl. Now slowly rub it, gently, baby, let the pleasure heal your pain.”
Her pussy clamps around me like a vise, and she moans, a low guttural sound that I want to hear every fucking day. Nixie begins to move faster, her hips stuttering each time she rises, but I can tell she needs more. Needs my knot.
Her eyes slowly glaze over, and the bond pulses with an ache only I can fill. With my hands on her hips, I arch my back, and angle her so my swelling knot presses against her clit with every thrust. She throws her head back, baring the long column of her throat, and Julius growls beside me.
“Julius is going to bite you so good. Sink his teeth in deep.” I punctuate each word with a thrust, waiting for her to soften enough to wedge my knot deep inside.
Her body temperature grows hotter, her skin so warm she’s nearly searing me.
With a harsh scream, she comes, gushing slick, and my Alpha instincts scream now.
Twisting us, I bring her to the mattress and deepen the angle of each thrust, hitting that special spot inside her with each drive.
She mewls like a kitten, her hands tangling in my hair as I capture her mouth with animalistic delight.
The sweet taste of raspberries and poppies saturates every pore of my being with an undeniable happiness and sense of completion.
Being Nixie’s mate is the most important role I’ve ever fulfilled—and my favorite.
Pulling back, I brush gentle kisses over her mouth, her nose, her cheek, before whispering in her ear, “I love you more than anything.”
“And I love you,” she whimpers, adoration pulsing through our connection. Pleasure races up my spine, and as my knot swells, I increase my pace, teasing her entrance with it until she can’t take any more. “Alpha. Knot!”
Her demand is a primal whine, and my body instantly answers.
With a hard snap of my hips, my knot breaches her opening, and she wails in ecstasy.
Nixie’s pussy wraps around me as my knot swells, and I can’t hold back for another instant.
My cock kicks inside her, filling her with my seed and locking in tight within her body.
The warm, tight heat is like a velvet glove, and the urge to rut becomes so strong it’s impossible to deny.
Careful not to injure my precious omega, I grind my knot into her, lighting up every pleasure spot inside her pussy until she’s shaking and speaking nonsensically.
“Fuck. You’re amazing. Such a good omega,” I croon, unable to stop rolling my hips against hers.
Slick soaks us, coats us. It’s filthy, and feral—and nothing has ever felt so good in my life.
Nothing outside of this moment exists. I keep going until her temperature cools and we both collapse in a blissful puddle.
Locked together and completely exhausted.
Together, completely synchronized, our heartbeat slows and our breathing evens out.
Twisting so she’s on top, I lie in the wet spot, and it’s the greatest privilege of my life.