CHAPTER NINETEEN - Jason
It was the most sexy show I’d ever seen. Lyla had given in, and she did nothing halfway. She was wild and beautiful, lost to her pleasure. She was my dream Omega.
There would have been no way I’d have stayed on the floor like Ozzi. The guy had way more self control than I did. It was a battle just to stay on the couch and not rush over to bury myself in her from behind. To fuck her, bite her, claim her.
Every second through it, and every second after when we tenderly cleaned her up and wrapped her in blankets, I could only think she was the one.
No matter how much Ozzi pushed away the idea of keeping her as our own before, there was no way he could deny how much he wanted her now. Never had I seen such abandonment from him, such fervent devotion. He was falling for Lyla just as hard as I was.
We slept together in a big pile of pillows and comforters on the floor.
I dreamed of us in the big pack bed back at our house.
We had kept the master bedroom empty for whenever one of us or both of us found a mate.
Lyla wore red lingerie and I tore it off her like wrapping paper, fucking her over the end of the bed.
I woke in the morning with a smile and a hard-on. After a few minutes of nuzzling Lyla’s neck, Ozzi started to stir and stretched out his arms.
“See this?” I said softly, nodding at him.
“Huh?” Ozzi rubbed his palms against his eyes. Lyla made a sweet little sound in her sleep, and he stilled, waiting to make sure she was all right.
“This.” I motioned to the three of us in the makeshift bed, no, the nest on the floor. “This was meant to be, man. You can’t walk away from her now.”
Ozzi blinked his eyes a few times and gazed at Lyla’s beautiful sleeping face. He sighed and sat up. “I don’t want to. I never expected… To feel so strongly so quickly. But there’s my familial duty.”
“Fuck your old fashioned family shit. You get to choose your own mate.” I’d fight for his right to do what he wanted in this life, even against himself.
And because I could see him getting ready to argue with me, to tell me I didn’t understand his family dynamics, I beat him to it.
“Even Yaya told you this was going to happen. She knew Lyla was the one.”
His brows furrowed as he ran a hand through his hair. He’d never say anything against his grandmother. “It doesn’t matter if Lyla doesn’t want it. She did say that us helping her was just for her heat. She seems to have certain opinions about Alphas.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s because there are a lot of assholes out there. We just have to prove to her day after day that we’re not one of them. Besides, she’s already changed her mind.”
“Really?” Ozzi raised a brow.
“Really. Look at her.” I grinned and leaned in to lightly kiss her bare shoulder. “She’s all cozy, making happy sounds in her sleep. She belongs with us.”
Ozzi softly smiled at her before easing out of the blankets and standing. “This would be something we’d all have to talk about after she’s done with her heat, and after New Year’s Day dinner at my family’s house.”
“She belongs with us,” I repeated. There was no question in my mind. Ozzi gave me that look which said don’t push it. More so, don’t push it on her, but there was no stopping it.
“I’m going to take a quick shower and then make some breakfast. Maybe the roads will be clear enough today that we can get out.”
Ozzi padded quietly out of the living room. We weren’t going anywhere. The wind wasn’t howling anymore, but I hadn’t heard a plow come by. There was just too much snow. The town wouldn’t just be able to push aside the snow, they’d have to remove it off the roads.
I wrapped an arm around Lyla and pressed her body against mine. No matter what came next, I wasn’t going to let her go.
In the past, I’d been called overbearing, but Lyla would call me on that shit. She was all strength and light. She would help me become a better Alpha. That fire of hers would be good for Ozzi too. She’d tell him where to stuff his familial responsibilities.
With a small sigh, Lyla turned her head and wet her lips as she slowly opened her eyes. The blue was as bright and rich as glacier ice. The depth of her beauty…
“Mm, good morning. What are you thinking about because something is poking against my back?” She chuckled and snuggled against me. Her opposite arm swept out and found nothing but pillows. Her eyes widened, concern shimmering in them.
“Oz is in the shower and then he’s making us breakfast.” I smiled as she relaxed. “Probably more spanakopita again.”
“Oh no, poor us, to be subjected to that cheesy goodness again.” Lyla stretched out her legs and wiggled her butt against me. The little minx.
“It’s torture. I have to pump iron for like three hours to work off one of those things.” I caressed her side and dipped a hand around to fondle her tits. Fuck, it was so hard to keep my hands off her.
“Oh please, you exaggerate. There’s not an ounce of fat on your hot hero body.” Lyla trailed her fingers over my arm and bounced her ass against my hard dick with a smirk playing on her lips.
“My hot hero body, eh?” I liked that. A lot. No one was as smoking hot as she was though. I pinched her nipple and made her gasp. “You’re asking for trouble doing that.”
“I’m not afraid of trouble.” A more firm booty bump had me past the teasing point.
That’s what I adored about her. This Omega was not afraid of trouble. She knew what she was getting into and still she pushed forward.
She was the one.
That’s why I didn’t jump her and fuck her hard. I yanked on my beast’s leash and asked, “How are you feeling after last night? Sore?”
“A little.” That probably meant more than that, but heat was radiating off her body and her eyes were dark with desire. “Right now, I’m very wet…”
Shit. She worked me so well.
“Are you now?” I dropped my hand between her legs, and fuck, yeah, she was, dripping slick like she hadn’t soaked the blanket with two gallons the night before. “Mm, I love that you wake up horny.”
“It helps to wake up with your huge erection rubbing against me.” She moaned softly and, still on her side, she hooked an arm around my neck to pull me down to kiss. It was slow and deep, making me rumble with a growl that was like a volcano about to erupt. “I want your knot, Jason.”
Fuck, yes! I was going to pound her so fast and…
I drew my hand back and coaxed her top leg up to finger her pussy from behind. “Since you’re still sore from yesterday, I’m going to take you like this.”
Her gaze darted down and she nipped her lip. “Like how?”
As if I could get any harder. Her newness to sex meant a million adventures in the years ahead.
Eagerness to teach her had my cock’s tip leaking and smearing over her ass.
“I’m going to take my big cock and slide it into you from behind.
That way I won’t bruise the already sore bits and I can play with your clit, making you lose your mind with both my dick and fingers. Sideways doggy style.”
I kissed her concern away and spread her labia, massaging on either side of her clit. Lyla let loose a breathy whimper and tossed a pillow out of the way before she gripped my forearm. “More like frisky Christmas elves on a mountain of toys style.”
Laughing, I nibbled at her earlobe and nipped at her neck. “I’m about to slip you a toy so big, it’ll blow your pretty elven mind.”
“Where is it?” She pretended to look around. “Does it need batteries?”
I squeezed her tighter to me and gave her neck a mock bite, chasing away her giggles as I dipped a finger into her tight pussy. “You’re my everlasting battery. Every time I look at you, my heart pounds a hundred miles a minute, and my dick gets so hard, it hurts.”
Lyla mewled as I drew more slick from her. “I don’t want you to hurt. Let me help you with that.”
She lifted her top leg higher and reached with her hand over mine to toy with my balls. I let out a hissing groan and kissed her hard. I was barely holding on. I wanted to flip her, pin her to the floor, and make my mark on her. She was mine.
I snatched her teasing hand, twined her fingers with my soaked ones, and thrust into her. My eyes rolled back with bliss. So tight, so hot, so perfect.
There was no slow start. My hips pumped against her, slapping against her sweet ass. She cried out and her inner muscles clenched around my dick. This was everything I imagined and so much more.
Our tongues twisted together in our kisses and I looped her arm around my neck so I could have my hand back to go at her clit. Lyla gasped and bucked at my grip, but I kept her firmly in place.
“Your pussy…” I muttered against her mouth, grunting as I moved faster. “So fucking good.”
Her body jolted with each thrust and bounced her breasts. She wound her fingers in my hair and stroked my scalp with her nails. “Better than all the other toys in Santa’s sack?”
“You’re the only gift that I want, baby.” My knot was swelling and made me a little dizzy. Never had it felt so immense. But I’d never met my scent match before, my destined mate.
I growled as I kissed her neck again. My teeth scraped her flesh. Just one bite. One bite and she’d be forever mine.
Faster, shorter strokes. My knot was close to locking in. I milked her clit between my fingers and drank in all the delicious little noises she was making. Her sensual moans, her heated pants, and the wetness of her pussy full of my cock.
“Oh God… Jason!” Lyla’s face scrunched up in the hottest fucking way as she neared release.
Lyla shuddered and let loose with a cry like a siren’s wail.
“That’s right. Come for me, gorgeous.”
She writhed and spasmed around my cock. I couldn’t hold out any longer and roared as I let loose my load into her. My roar shook the tree and threw her into another round of orgasmic cries.
My mouth opened, prepared to bite her and mark her as mine. I forced my head to twist at the last second and chomped a pillow, ripping at the fabric with my teeth.
My Omega. Mine.
For her, I had to keep the beast from doing something stupid. That had been too close. My hips slowed to a stop, and I held Lyla against me as we attempted to catch our breaths.
Yet locked in her with my knot, battling the primal desire to claim her, I didn’t know if I’d be able to stop myself next time.