Chapter Twenty-Four – Rourke
My dreams are full of Jess. Her pretty amber eyes.
Her messy blue and black hair. Those full, luscious lips.
And that scent of warm, sugary peppermint that ignites me to my core.
I’m lost in a dream of her when I’m suddenly woken up by that same peppermint scent and a raspy voice that calls my name.
“Rourke.”
The air is thick, and regardless of whether it’s due to how strong her scent is or the dream I was in the middle of, my cock is rock hard when I fly out of bed to find Jess on her knees near my bedroom door.
“Jess,” I breathe out her name as I pull her into my arms. My chest is bare; I wear only boxers. I’ve found I can’t sleep in any of the clothes that are here. Just too tight to be comfortable in at night.
Her scent is so strong, it could knock any alpha off his feet. I know what’s happening before she says it, and when she does say it, she has to speak it through gritted teeth: “It’s here. It hurts.” She whimpers against me, clinging to me.
“Let’s get you back to your room,” I say as I stand.
Every move I make is stilted and rough; the only thing I want to do is lay her down right here, tear off all her clothes, and go at her like an animal.
She’s drenched in sweat, which means she’s been feeling this way for a while now, and I hate that it took her this long to come to one of us and let us know her heat is officially here.
It’s here, and that means it’s up to us to take care of her.
I carry her down the hall as she trembles in my arms. All that talk, and now the time is finally here, and it’s like all the discussions disappeared.
I can’t remember them. I don’t know what to do.
I am someone who’s been trained to keep myself stable during times like this—the last thing you want when you’re rescuing an omega in heat from bad circumstances is to lose control—but it’s different here and now.
It’s Jess. She’s mine. She’s my scent match, literally made for me, and whatever willpower I would have if she was someone else simply doesn’t exist.
In her room we go, and I carefully lay her down on the floor, amongst her nest, and I nearly trip on multiple pillows when I head for the lamp on the nightstand. The overhead lights would be too bright and garish for the time of night, while the lamp would illuminate the room just enough.
I return to her side, kneeling near her. “Do you need something to drink? Something to eat? Let me wake Asher and Mason—”
“No,” she breathes out the word. “I need—” She swallows before she finishes her desire. “—you.” She sounds so desperate, her voice so urgent, I temporarily forget everything outside of this room. All I see is her and the pain she’s in.
And that pain? I can make it better. I can help her.
“I need you, Rourke,” Jess whispers, panting out my name in a way she’s never spoken it before. No one’s ever said my name quite like that.
“Then you’ll have me,” I say as I lower myself to her level, laying on top of her and pinning her down with my body.
Burying my nose in the crook of her neck, as sweaty as it is, I breathe her in and fill my lungs with her sweet, minty scent.
“You’ll have all of me. Is that what you want? You want my cock, omega, my knot?”
As I ask it of her, my cock strains against the pants I wear, reminding me it’s already hard and raring to go. It’ll take some effort on my part to not knot her immediately. To go slow, to take her, to fuck her nice and long and wear her out before I let that knot swell and lock us together.
Fuck. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this for ages. Keeping myself away from her has been nothing short of torture.
She nods against me. “Yes. I want it.”
I don’t make her beg. Doing so would be cruel.
I give her a hard kiss before I sit up and help her out of her clothes, piece by piece.
Honestly, I don’t know why she’s still clothed to begin with.
The fabric sticks to her everywhere, her body drenched.
It makes undressing her more difficult than it needs to be.
But I manage, and soon enough she lays there, utterly bare, her chest heaving in anticipation, her hair splayed around her head like a dark halo.
As sweaty as she is, she’s beyond beautiful. Every inch of her is perfect. Each curve, each smooth plane of her body; I rake my eyes along her, taking my time in memorizing every little thing about her. She is the definition of gorgeous.
My cock strains again while I study her. There’s no point in delaying the inevitable any further. I work on sliding off my boxers and freeing myself, and the moment it’s free, my cock swings to stand at attention.
I give Jess some time to take me in. Her half-lidded eyes take in my heavily-tatted torso. I don’t have any tattoos from hip-down, but my arms, my chest, and my back are a canvas of designs, done over years of multiple visits to my favorite tattoo parlor downtown.
And then, of course, who could forget that thing that stands at attention between my legs? Once her eyes land there, they widen, and it could be in my imagination, but I’m pretty sure the omega’s cheeks flush.
“Like what you see?” I ask her with a smirk. I didn’t have to undress to know she’d like what she sees. I could tell the first moment we met each other she was attracted to me; at the time I thought it was because she knew I was her scent match, but now that I know she can’t smell me…
It’s beyond flattering to know even without her sense of smell, she finds me appealing.
Jess manages to nod, and once she gives me the approval, I sink down to her level and praise her body with kisses.
My hands roam along her, cupping the smooth curves of her tits before moving down to spread her thighs.
I kiss her supple lips before I decide to acquaint myself with other parts of her.
I trail my lips down, past her tits, over her smooth stomach, stopping only when I’m comfortable between her legs. Her thighs already tremble in what must be anticipation, and I lick my lips before diving in.
My tongue snakes out of my mouth, and I lick around her entrance, all the way up to her clit, getting just the barest hint of her taste. My chest rumbles with appreciation; I cannot wait to taste her slick for myself. If she smells this good, she has to taste even better.
I latch onto her clit and ravish her, sucking and licking, nibbling her every so often. Her clit swells beneath my mouth, and she moans and writhes while I focus on bringing pleasure to that lithe little body of hers.
Jess’s thighs clamp around the sides of my head, and before long she starts to grind her midsection against my face.
Her moans become louder, more incoherent, and I take it as a sign to keep going, to keep pushing her.
I suck hard on her clit, flicking that nub with my tongue like I’m a pianist and she is the beautiful grand piano I was born to play.
She comes with a vengeance, her back arching as she lets out an earth-shattering moan.
Her clit spasms and her thighs clench as the orgasm takes hold of her, and I barely have time to lower my mouth to her core before she gushes slick.
When that fresh, delicious slick seeps from her pussy, I’m right there to lap it up, a hungry, ravenous animal who’s about to have its last meal.
Her slick is as delirium-inducing as I knew it would be. Sweet like her, almost minty. It matches her scent perfectly, and I instantly become an alpha addicted.
I devour her slick, not letting any bits drop to the blanket below. There will be time enough for us to waste her slick, but now is not one of them. It’s too new, too fresh, and I’m too damn hungry for it.
Only when I’m certain she no longer leaks that delicious stuff do I lift my head away from her apex and give her a lust-filled look.
“I’m dying to fuck you, Jess. I could keep going, but I’d be lying if I said my cock doesn’t have a mind of its own when it comes to you.
I need to know what you feel like under me, need to know how you squirm when I’m balls-deep inside of you. ”
I’ve never said anything like that to anybody before, but the dirty words come so naturally to me. It’s as if this omega unlocks a hidden part of me that has always existed, a carnal, sensual, hunger-filled alpha that can only have his fill by claiming his mate.
Jess pants out the words, “Fuck me, alpha. Please, I need you.” That’s as close to begging as I’ll ever get from her, and it’s more than enough for me.
“You have me,” I say, lowering my hips against her. “You have all of me, mate.” As I say that last part, my hips bear down upon her and I slip inside of her slick core. Inch after inch I fill her up, and I watch as her eyelids flutter shut, her body taking every thick inch I give her.
Her pussy fits me like a glove, and once I’m fully inside of her, as deep as I can go, I moan and think: this is it. This is forever.
She’s my mate, my life, my love, and I will spend the rest of my life being worthy of her. Taking care of her. Protecting her. Loving her as she always should be. She’ll never know another day of uncertainty or coldness again.
I fuck her like I’ve dreamed of fucking her since I first saw her. I claim her in a way only I can. My movements might be slow and steady at first, but soon enough they become harder, a bit rougher, and they draw out low moans from her with each thrust.
Turning on the lamp on the nightstand was a stroke of genius on my part. The lighting is dim, but more than enough for me to see her reaction to becoming one with me. The way her body moves beneath me, how her tits heave and bounce, how her eyelids flutter as she struggles to keep her composure.
But this isn’t a time for composure. No, if ever there is a time to lose your mind, it’s here and now, and it doesn’t take Jess too long to realize that. A minute later, she’s writhing and moaning, completely lost in ecstasy.