Chapter 10 #2
If I kept watching her pussy wrapped around my cock, it’d shoot me off. Leaning on my fists, I hovered over her pained face, studying the lovely features.
The bed shook with each slow thrust, but I kept the glide of my cock steady.
Her eyelids moved in her sleep, and she sucked her lower lip into her mouth, sucking it hard.
“Stop, bunny, don’t hurt yourself,” I murmured, grazing my finger against her top lip and forcing my finger into her mouth to stop it.
Her tongue flicked around my pointer finger like she would have licked my cock.
Then she started sucking my finger, moaning around it as the gyration of her hips picked up in desperation.
The smell of sweet berries filled my nose. My body tensed, my balls drawing up painfully while my knot pulsed in preparation to knot her.
I knew it. I fucking knew she was my Scent Match. My stomach flipped with happiness.
I nestled my nose against her throat, breathing in her scent from her Scent Gland, and I sank my teeth into her smooth skin. It gave with a pop and blood coated my tongue.
My claim mark would heal into a faint mark on her throat. One to show she’s mine, but only when she claimed me back would the nerves accruing settle.
My knot swelled in a rush of tingling pleasure unmatched by anything I could have imagined. A spasm jolted my shaft and with it cum spilled into her pussy and I was locked into place. I let out a guttural breath and my cock shot off in another wave of release.
“Fuck,” I breathed, bowing my head. She moaned, writhing under me as she clasped at the blanket near her head.
I struggled to catch my breath, but finally, her hips stopped moving and she relaxed, but my knot hadn’t released her. Meanwhile, I stared down at her in awe.
I sighed again, cuddling my face into my blanket. Finally, I’d reached completion when I hadn’t been able to in days. Ever since I’d been with Samuel. At the thought of him, I squeezed my thighs together . . . and couldn’t.
A mass between them didn’t allow it. Upon ripping the blanket out of my face and opening my eyes, I gasped. Samuel’s palm fell on my mouth, cutting off the exclamation. I blinked at him over his hand.
“What are you doing?” I sounded muffled, but he seemed to understand.
“You were in pain.”
The pressure inside me throbbed and his knot released, allowing a flood of liquid to wet where we met.
Oh . . . Oh. I went limp on my mattress, whimpering. The sticky moisture of our combined orgasms rubbed against my sensitive sex. It made me want him inside me again.
His hand lifted off my mouth and nose.
I inhaled and stiffened. A potent smell of sandalwood, earthy and virile, curled through my senses. Something inside me, my Omega instinct, surfaced.
Mine.
“Samuel,” I breathed, gawking up at him.
He clasped my face nearing my lips. “I told you. I’m yours.”
“Samuel,” I repeated, the rush of slick coming on with the wave of urges. It was just as the classes in high school mentioned, an intense, uncontrollable urge to claim.
Thinking took a back seat, and I sank my fingers into his sides, tilting my head up to capture his lips. I moaned, pushing my feet into the mattress to rub my sex against the cloth of his shirt. Even that pressure felt delicious.
“More.” I pulled at his collar, until the first buttons popped open. “Off,” I whined, pawing at the sliver of skin.
Samuel caught my lips again as he briefly lifted and tore through the front of his shirt. Finally. I exhaled, rubbing my palms into his skin while he widened the stretch of my thighs and plunged inside me, hard and throbbing.
“My Omega,” he said gruffly, pumping his hips into me with a harsh rhythm. “Mine.” My channel clamped down on him, every bit of me reveling in his claiming. The orgasm came upon me so suddenly and body-encompassing, that I could only thrash under him.
This pleasure felt unreal.
Samuel didn’t stop thrusting while my pussy clamped down on his length. He was like a man possessed—deep in the clutches of his rut.
My bed smacked into the wall with rapid thuds and even that made me even slicker. I floated on the aftermath of the release, panting and gasping for breath. His sandalwood scent hugging me.
I scored my fingernails down his chest and he shuddered.
“Ffffu—” he cut off and his knot pulsated, but before he could lock inside me, he pulled out. Cum sprayed across my pussy in juts. He grunted, head drooping until he finished—and then he had my waist in his palm, flipping me face down with a growl.
His palm squeezed my bottom, and he made a deep rumbling sound in his chest. Purring for me. I gasped, my hips pushing back, my body begging for what my mouth couldn’t say. Samuel glided back inside my drenched pussy, stuffing me with his knot.
“Alpha,” I moaned, shoving my ass back to take every inch.
I struggled to rouse from the deep sleep I’d fallen under. My thoughts crawled as I tried to make sense of everything.
My heat lasted well into the next night, and as soon as my Omega instinct was sated, I’d passed out, too exhausted. I tried to sit up, but found myself restrained. I lay bundled tight in a towel, while he was wrapped around me. My lavender soap reached my nose, and I registered my damp hair.
He bathed me while I’d been unconscious.
I wiggled within the cage of his arms and he grunted, flexing his arms around me. My heat came at me without warning and so suddenly and now as my adrenaline calmed, the reality of what this meant filled me with a mix of dread and euphoria.
If I let myself lay here, I’d never crawl out of his arms. I pushed at his bare chest with more force and managed to wiggle out from under his arm. As soon as I was free, the throb between my legs and one at my throat pulsated.
I touched the tender spot and a flash of a memory flickered.
He claimed me?
He claimed me.
Panic choked my throat.
Samuel groaned and rolled to clasp my leg. “Good morning, bunny.” He still had his eyes closed, his face nestled into my much-too-small bed. A tender emotion swelled in my chest.
“This will be the last time we’re together,” I blurted. Not sounding convincing even to myself.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up. The way his hair stuck up was terribly sexy.
“You’re my Scent Match.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I insisted. Everything would be okay despite what my thundering pulse said. His mark would disappear in a few weeks—as long as I didn’t claim him back.
I clasped my hands together. Trying not to melt at the sleepy look softening his features. He shook his head.
“Doesn’t change anything?”
I forced myself to meet his glare and it took more effort than I wanted to admit to myself.
“You’re not leaving me.”
“Yes, I am, I have a job lined up and—”
He scoffed. “Already?”
“Ray is helping me get—”
“Ray?” he spat.
I did something severely wrong by bringing up a guy’s name. Holding my breath, I waited for his next move. He stood slowly, keeping his focus intensely on me.
“What are you doing?” I switched on the lamp at my bedside, scooting to sit up as he slowly strode around the bed.
I licked my lips, not looking away from his abs.
Every inch of his bare body was so beautiful.
Heat burned my face. He disappeared into the bathroom without shutting the door. The shower turned on.
Oh.
I fell back on the bed, groaning as I rubbed my eyes. I’d already softened and was trying to stick to my previous resolve of nothing working between us. Our gap in ages was too wide, what if he grew tired of me? It would break my heart.
Ugh, my heart had become involved, that was why this hurt so much. I lay in misery, tracing my gaze over the ceiling. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but the shower eventually turned off. Inching to the edge of my bed, I huddled against the corner.
He came out, my purple towel wrapped around his waist, and he rubbed my microfiber towel against his hair.
“Look,” I started and licked my lips. “I don’t want to get into something doomed to fail.
I don’t want to get hurt.” Saying the words felt wrong .
. . because I was wrong. Lying right through my teeth.
If we were Scent Matches, it meant we were perfect for each other.
That we completed each other in every way that we both needed.
He studied me, rubbing his chin. “I would never hurt you—”
“Maybe not on purpose.” My voice cracked. “Like last time, you didn’t intend anything, but it hurt. A-and you have so many beautiful women around you. I’ve stayed away from searching your relationships on the internet. Even that hurts. And I know, that’s stupid.”
I closed my eyes, breathing shakily.
My bed dipped, and the angle made me tilt toward him. I slapped my hands on his chest, keeping a distance between us. He hooked an arm under my knees and settled me on his lap. He wouldn’t let me go and I wanted to cry. Finally, I gave in.
“Anything before you wasn’t a relationship.” He rubbed my head cradled to his chest.
My heart continuing to thunder in my ears.
“Trust me not to hurt you. Please, Nina, I hear what you’re saying, and I’ve learned from it. Don’t write us off, because I won’t let you go.”
I scoffed.
“I’m not playing, Nina. I will have Billings pack my things and bring them here.”
“The bed doesn’t even fit you!” I waved a hand at his legs hanging off.
“You can sleep on top of me.”
“No,” I retorted, mulish, pulling back to look up at him.
His eyes narrowed.
“But—” I licked my lips. “But, we can still continue to . . .” I waved a hand between us, and the red flush on my face blazed hotter.
His eyebrows met in between. “Are you saying, you want to continue fucking?”
“Y-yes, just for my heats.” He seemed even angrier now, but it seemed the best route to go. I knew where we stood that way, I could begin to detach but continue to have this unmatched pleasure I gained in his arms.
“Nina.” His fingers squeezed my jaw, not hard enough to hurt, but still stiff enough that I couldn’t move. His eyes seemed to spike flames within the gold. A battle ensued behind his gaze and just as suddenly, he softened. “Whatever you say.”
My heart hopped. I rubbed my palms on my thighs.
“Get on your knees.”
I blinked up at him, stunned by his sudden shift.
Samuel squeezed the side of my thigh. “Now.” His silky tone threatened punishment.
I scrambled off his lap. “Drop the towel.” As soon as it pooled at my feet, I lowered to my knees. He’d agreed to my proposition, but my heart wouldn’t calm its palpitations.
He leaned forward and pinched my chin.
“Do you know you’ve been a stubborn Omega?”
I blinked, not knowing how to respond. He unhooked the edge of his towel, exposing his thick cock between his widened muscled thighs. Heaviness settled in my stomach, and I swayed forward. Samuel buried his hand into my damp hair with a firm grip.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
He hummed, pleased. His hold in my hair guided me to the tip of his cock. I placed my hands on his thighs, and I rubbed my fingertips against the golden hairs. My lips gave way to the mushroom head, and I flicked my tongue against the sweet and salty taste at the tip.
He moaned.
My blinks came slower as a swell of pleasure throbbed my pussy. I slipped my hand down to my wet, needy flesh, rubbing my palm into my stiff bud.
I panted, I was already so close.
“Don’t come,” he snapped. I whimpered around him, and he gasped. He liked that. “Nina, I mean it.” I scowled up at him and lifted my hand to his leg again.
“Good girl.”
Samuel stiffened his grip in my hair and forced himself deeper into my mouth, until he touched the back of my throat. He loosened the tension before it became suffocating. I sucked his shaft.
“All that anger you were spitting at me with your eyes evaporated,” he murmured. “You always calm after I feed you.” He chuckled, lovingly caressing my jaw. “Only you have my heart, Nina.”
My heart fluttered and I angled my head to stare up at him, wide-eyed. His heart belonged to me? My chest ached.
“You’ll never escape me. And no, I refuse to be used only for your heat. You’re to live with me whether you like it or not.”
Samuel cupped the side of my jaw and he urged me off his cock.
“Samuel,” I muttered, the assault of his love echoing from the one-sided bond. Tears welled in my eyes.
He hooked both hands under my arms and hoisted me up so his thighs braced my knees.
I hovered over him, with his hands engulfing my waist, but he didn’t let me sheath myself on him.
Inch by inch, he guided me down until my pussy pressed to his tip.
He rocked me on him, rubbing me against his wet mushroom tip.
I gasped. Finally he let me go and I slammed down on him. I screamed.
His palm covered my mouth. My channel flexed around him, sucking him with the walls of my pussy. Every touch and every kiss made me crazy . . . and I owned his heart as much as he owned mine.
Alpha grazed his palm down my arm, lacing his fingers with mine.
I focused on bouncing on him, on the glide of his knot popping in and out.
I could feel him in my stomach and each time I slammed down, my eyes crossed.
Pants came at a rapid pace, but I couldn’t stop. My breasts bounced with every movement.
Staring down at his slack, heated features, I knew there was no choice. He was for me.
I inclined forward, kissing his chest. Pure bliss curved the corner of his lips. The swell of love from him unlocked mine, forcing it to surface.
I bit down.
Samuel gasped, his hips hiking as his knot throbbed and ballooned, locking me in place as he came. The sounds that left his lips made everything worth it.
A shudder crested down my spine. Our bond was complete and the warmth that hugged me was something so body encompassing it felt unreal. My channel clamped down on his length and I rode the orgasm. I wasn’t sure how long it took me to float back down.
When I came too, blood coated my tongue.
Samuel wrapped his arms around my back and he sat up, adjusting me until my legs spread around his waist so we remained locked together. He clasped my jaw, staring down at me.
“I love you,” he whispered and kissed my forehead. “Thank you, bunny.”
The emotion coming from him told me he really did love me . . . I mulled over his words. We needed to communicate if we wanted this to work. If I’d learned anything, it was that I couldn’t keep running from him, I needed to tell him my feelings regardless of how uncomfortable it made me.
“I don’t want you to think I’m easy.”
He guffawed, head tipping back. “You’re anything but easy, little bunny.” Both his arms wrapped around me and he met my eyes, dimple out with his smiling eyes. “But I hear you.”