Chapter 26 #2
“Oh, Lo, what are you doing to me?” I groan, my head falling to her shoulder as the head of my cock emerges from the waistband.
I’m rock hard, dripping for her, and aching with the need to bury my knot within her. I can’t think straight. My brain is fogged with desire, every inch of me alive with the sound of her breathing, the scent of her skin, the feel of her hands against my body.
I lift my gaze to hers, my vision blurry with lust, and I see the same hunger mirrored in her eyes. The same need. It burns between us, an unstoppable force, and I know, she knows, that neither of us can hold back any longer.
I need her more than I need air.
Her lips part in a small gasp as the rest of our clothes come off in a flurry. It’s like I blink and she’s naked beneath me. I can’t stand the tension any longer, the way she makes me a damn animal, wild and desperate to lay claim to her in the most primal way possible.
Her hand wrapping around my pulsing cock rips me out of my trance, and I groan, my head dropping forward as I feel the heat of her touch sending shockwaves through me.
She’s tentative at first, but the way her fingers grip me, the way her palm moves in slow, steady strokes, has me losing all control.
I buck against her hand like a goddamn teenage boy. My Alpha snarls, low and guttural, a deep warning rumbling in my chest. My instincts are screaming at me to take her, to mark her, but I force myself to pull away for a second, needing to catch my breath.
But she’s looking at me with hazy eyes, letting me know she’s been waiting for this. Craving it. Her fingers work faster now, a little bolder, and when she leans forward, her lips brush against my ear, and my whole body tightens with desire.
“Please,” she whispers, and that’s all it takes.
I grab her by the waist, hoisting her up against me as my lips crash down on hers again, tasting her sweetness, losing myself in the heat of her.
I can feel her heart pounding beneath her skin, and the warmth of her slick, thick, and pulsing, surges through me, urging me to claim her, to bury myself inside her and never let go.
And god, I will.
I spread her legs wider, feeling her soft skin against my palms as I slide my hands up the insides of her thighs.
Her body trembles beneath me as I watch her slick dribble down her ass crack.
What a vision, this goddess of mine. She’s a delicate bird in my grasp, but she’s so much more than fragile. She’s mine. She’s always been mine.
The realization roars through me, a fierce, possessive wave that makes my blood boil.
I want her.
All of her.
For eternity.
I lean down and kiss her again, deeper this time, my tongue slipping past her lips, claiming her in the way I’ve been aching to. I move lower, tasting the salt of her skin, the warmth of her pulse thrumming under my mouth as I kiss the hollow of her throat, trailing a line of fire down her chest.
Her breath hitches, her soft whimpers turning into gasps, and those sounds, god, those sounds, are a drug I’m addicted to. Every whimper, every breathless plea only makes me want to push harder, faster. I’m going to make her scream my name. I’m going to make her beg me to never stop.
I kiss the inside of her thigh, my lips brushing over the delicate skin, and I feel her warmth radiating. She’s already so soaked for me, her scent driving me insane. I finally slip my tongue inside her, tasting her sweet warmth, and I know that I’m addicted.
I could spend the rest of my life between her legs, ignoring my responsibilities, and I’d be the happiest Alpha alive. I can’t help but groan, the sound deep and possessive.
Her body is already trembling with need, and I’m just getting started. My tongue moves in sensual strokes, teasing, tasting, pushing her closer to the edge with every pass. Her thighs slip over my shoulders, clenching around my face, as if she means to suffocate me. What a way to go.
Her pulse flickers under my tongue as I press it into her desperate little clit that swells so sweetly for me. Her back arches off the couch, pushing that precious pink pussy harder against my mouth. Her body is desperate for more, and I won’t let her down.
I’ll never let her down the way this town has.
“Beck,” she gasps, breathless, needy, a sound that shoots straight to my knotted cock.
It’s a command. My name on her lips.
And when her hands tangle in my hair, I pause.
I stop for a second, raising my head, locking eyes with her. The hunger in her gaze is undeniable, and I feel my chest tighten with possessiveness, a primal urge bubbling up that I can’t ignore. She’s mine, and when I’m done with her, the entire town will know it.
“Please,” she whines, her hands trying to shove my face back between her legs.
I slide my hands up her sides, gripping her waist to pull her closer. My eyes flick to her neck, where the pulse of her life beats against her skin.
I raise up, climbing up her body—much to her disappointment, with that lower lip of hers jutting out. She’s so cute when she’s needy. I lean down again, pressing my lips to her soft throat. My teeth graze her skin, my tongue teasing the sensitive spot where I’m about to mark her.
She shudders beneath me, her body practically begging for me to claim her.
“I’m going to mark you, Lo,” I murmur against her skin.
Her breath catches, her hands fisting in the cushions as she tries to catch her breath.
“Please, Beck…” she whimpers, a plea in her words, but it’s not fear. It’s hunger. She wants this as much as I do.
It’s the only command I need.
I sink my teeth into the soft skin of her throat, and the world explodes around me.
I feel the pulse of her Omega beneath my bite.
My Alpha mark sinks deep, branding her as mine, and the rush of power that floods through me is electric.
I feel a tentative glow spread through my chest, mixed with fear, and vulnerability, and excitement. My Lo, seated deep within my chest.
I growl low, the sound rumbling loud as thunder as I feel the bond solidify between us.
Her body shudders, her head tilting to the side as the heat of the moment consumes her.
But I don’t pull away. I hold her there, making sure she knows this is no temporary thing.
I’ll claim her again and again if that’s what it takes for her to understand that she belongs to me.
Her breasts. Her thighs. Her little love handles that I can’t wait to hold every single night when she falls asleep, knotted on my cock.
I feel her beautiful light piercing through the smoky darkness I’ve always held close. She chases all of that away.
My Lo.
My Omega.
Mine, forever.
But then, she moves. She grabs my shoulders, pulling me closer, and in the same breath, her teeth graze my neck, sharp and purposeful.
Her bite isn’t soft or hesitant. It’s confident, claiming, and the moment her teeth sink into my skin, my entire world shifts.
The bond deepens, spiraling outwards, intertwining our scents, our marks, our souls.
She’s marked me, too.
Her hands slide to my back, her nails scratching down my spine as she moans in pleasure and need. “Beck, I feel you,” she gasps again, raw with desperation.
And I know. I know she’s already lost to me.
I slide my tongue over the mark I’ve just made, tasting the sweat of her skin, feeling her shudder beneath me again. My hands roam lower, stroking her thighs, pulling her even closer to me as I blanket myself over her, the heat between us building until it reaches a boiling point.
Like a fire I don’t want to put out.
She’s shaking beneath me, every inch of her body begging for me to take her. And I can’t wait any longer.
I’m done holding back. I’m done being soft.
I surge back down between her legs and drive my tongue inside her, savoring the taste of her, feeling the soft, slick heat of her welcoming me.
My tongue moves slow at first, teasing, then faster, the rhythm intense as I work her body because it’s the only thing that matters in the world.
Every gasp, every tremble that ripples through her only urges me on.
I circle my tongue around her clit, the sensation making her body arch, her hips pushing up toward me while she claws at my hair.
She can’t get close enough. Her sweet peachy scent fills the air, intoxicating me.
I can’t get enough. I feel her pulse in her clit, erratic and trembling under my touch.
Pulling back for a moment, I look up at her, my breath coming in heavy gasps as I survey the flush on her skin, the way her chest heaves with every desperate breath she takes. I lock eyes with her, wanting to see the hunger, the need that mirrors my own.
“Do you want me, Lo?” I growl, thick and rough with desire. I don’t give her time to respond. “You want me to make you come?”
The words hang between us, sharp and charged. I see the way her lips part, the way her breath quickens. It’s a challenge. A promise. And she’s caught in it, caught in me.
She can’t lie to me. I can feel her response before she speaks, her body already reacting to the words. Her hips rock involuntarily, searching for more, for the release she knows I’m about to give her.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Please… please.”
I slide up her body, feeling the heat radiating off her skin, the way she’s trembling, ready for me. I position myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock teasing her, and without hesitation, I push into her.
The sensation is indescribable. Hot, tight, perfect. My breath hitches as I feel her body envelop me, every inch of her tightness sending a wave of pleasure through me.
Her body tenses at the first contact, and I feel her wiggle and flutter, the way she adjusts to me, and it drives me wild. Every inch of her is a perfect fit, and I can’t help but groan at how right this feels. She’s everything I’ve wanted, everything I’ve needed, and more.
“I missed you so much over these last few years,” I whisper as I press a soft kiss to the tip of her nose.
I don’t give her a moment to adjust. I can’t. The pressure building in me is too much, and I start moving, deep and slow, savoring the way she trembles beneath me. Soon the rhythm picks up, becoming harder, faster.
Sweat beads on my brow. My hands curl tightly against the couch cushions.
My vision fuzzes, and I swear to fuck I’m on the verge of a rut.
The wet sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, echoing off the walls as a call to the heavens.
Her nails dig into my back, leaving trails of fire, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me deeper as her hips buck ravenously against mine.
Mine.
Mine.
“Mine,” I snarl.
Her pussy clenches around me, and I’m rewarded with another gush of slick that soaks my balls. Her every movement urges me to go harder, faster. Her moans become a keening little whine that makes my Alpha roar with pride.
The hot sleeve of her cunt grips me with each thrust, the friction nearly unbearable, but I don’t slow down. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Each thrust makes her moan louder, each cry of my name a confirmation that she’s right there with me, lost in the same desperate need.
I feel the coil tightening between us, her pulse erratic under my touch, and I know she’s close.
The way she arches her back, her breath hitching, the soft gasps.
It’s all I need to know she’s about to come apart.
I quicken my pace, pounding into her with everything I’ve got, the sound of her cries filling my ears, sending me closer to the edge.
My hand wraps around her throat. My chest rumbles with a growl that borders on the edge of a purr as I shove my cock deep between her legs.
“Come for me, my Omega,” I demand. “Coat me in your slick.”
“Yes, Alpha,” she chokes out.
And then, she shatters.
Her body tenses, her hands clutching at me, wrapping around my forearm as her walls grip me tight as a vise. For a moment, I can’t breathe. For a second, I don’t want to.
I watch the way her face contorts, her mating mark on my neck fluttering in time with the pulse of my cock. And then I can’t hold back any longer. Her name rips from my lips, a prayer as well as a plea, as I bury myself deep inside her.
My cock explodes, thread after thread of hot arousal spurting inside of her as she wiggles and tugs at our physical bond. The world spins as her walls collapse around me, milking the pleasure straight from my balls.
For a moment, everything is suspended, and there’s nothing except her.
Except us.
I collapse against her, breathless and spent. My body, cloaking her away from the world. Trying to protect her and shield her, even now. Her body trembles beneath me, my knot tying us together, and all I wish is for this moment, over and over, for the rest of our lives.
I don’t want to move, and I’m glad my knot is locked within her.
It means, at least for a spell, she can’t run from me.
From this. From us. My chest rumbles with a deep, contented purr, the sound of my Alpha instincts fully satisfied.
It’s involuntary and rattling, a sign of my ownership over her, along with my need to keep her close.
Now the entire town will think twice before insulting my Omega.
Her arms tighten around me, pulling me even closer, as if she wants me to fully absorb her.
“I’m not going anywhere, my Omega,” I mumble against the crook of her neck.
And her pussy gives me a pulse of happiness that shoots electricity straight through to my core.