Chapter 5 #2
The possessive certainty in his voice, the primal need driving him, sent heat flooding through me even as I watched my safe space being demolished. He was destroying my defenses, tearing down the walls I’d built between us, and god help me, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
When he finally reached me at the center, his body covered mine, pinning me beneath his weight as the robe fell open between us. The heat of his bare chest against my skin and his rigid arousal behind denim pressed hot against my thigh, made coherent thought impossible.
“You ran from me,” he said, his voice rough with barely controlled need. His hand gathered scattered blankets even as he held me down, already rebuilding the nest around us. “Triggered every instinct I have to chase and claim and make you submit.”
“I’m sorry,” I gasped, though I wasn’t sure if I was apologizing for running or for making him wait two weeks for this moment.
“No, you’re not,” he said, and there was dark satisfaction in his voice. “You wanted this. Wanted me to take what’s mine.”
He shifted us, arranging blankets and pillows with swift efficiency, creating a new nest with me at the center. “This is ours now. Not yours alone. Ours.”
The possessive declaration made my inner omega purr with satisfaction even as my mind was still reeling from watching him destroy something I’d built with such care.
“Together,” I agreed breathlessly.
“Good.” His mouth found mine in a kiss that was equal parts punishment and promise, his tongue sweeping in to claim every inch. “Now let me show you what happens to bratty omegas who run from their alphas.”
His hands began their exploration—no longer careful or restrained, but possessive and demanding.
He mapped every inch of skin as if memorizing what belonged to him, his mouth following the path of his hands.
Down my throat, across my collarbone, lower to trace patterns across my chest that made me arch into him.
“Dominic,” I whimpered as his thumb circled my nipple, already desperate for more.
“Quiet,” he murmured against my skin. “I’ve waited patiently for this. I’m going to take my time with you.”
His mouth closed around my other nipple, tongue swirling before his teeth scraped gently.
The sensation shot straight to my core, making me cry out.
He lavished attention on one side before moving to the other, his hand sliding down my stomach.
His fingertips traced maddening circles on my hip, never quite reaching their destination.
“So responsive,” he praised, his voice rough. “My beautiful omega, coming apart for me.”
By the time his mouth moved lower, kissing a path down my stomach, I was trembling with need. When he reached my thighs, spreading them wide with his broad shoulders, I thought I might die from anticipation.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please… what?” His breath ghosted across my most sensitive flesh, making me whimper in frustration. “Tell me what you need, omega.”
“You,” I gasped. “Inside me. Please, Dom. I need you.”
“Not yet, baby.” Dominic’s mouth descended, hot and wet around my throbbing flesh. His tongue worked masterfully, tracing veins and swirling around the sensitive head until my hips bucked. I squirmed in his grasp, seeking release from the exquisite torture.
His strong hands pressed my hips into the mattress as he took me deeper, hollowing his cheeks with perfect suction.
“Dom, I’m going to—“ I barely managed to gasp before my release hit, pulsing into my alpha’s eager mouth.
I watched Dominic’s throat worked, his lips glistening with the evidence of my pleasure. My gaze drifted downward, fixing on the prominent bulge straining against his jeans.
Still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, I sat up and reached for his zipper, drawing it down slowly. Dominic’s impressive cock sprang free, flushed and heavy with need. I leaned forward, but a gentle hand caught my chin.
“You don’t have to,” he murmured.
I nuzzled against my alpha’s cock, dragging my cheek along the warm, velvet-steel length. Dominic hissed, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“I want to,” I whispered. “Please.”
His fingers slackened, and I dipped my head downward once more. The weight of Dominic’s cock filled my palm, hot and engorged. I experimentally flicked my tongue across the glistening tip, satisfaction curling through me as a sharp hiss cut through the air.
Emboldened by his hitched breath and tightening grip, I decided to try taking him deeper. My inexperienced mouth enveloped Dominic’s cock, tongue exploring uncertainly.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Take what you can, just like that. Your pretty mouth feels so fucking good on my cock.”
Before the pressure could build to completion, Dominic’s fingers threaded through my hair, easing me back. His cock slipped from my lips with an audible pop.
“Lay back in our nest,” he said.
I did as he instructed, watching as he kicked off his jeans completely before positioning himself between my spread thighs.
He rose up over me, naked and magnificent. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance. He pressed forward, and a moan escaped my throat as my head fell back into the sheets, my body yielding to his slow, deliberate entry.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
My eyes flew open, meeting his intense smoke-gray gaze as he began to push inside. The first inch made us both groan, our chests heaving in tandem with each labored breath.
“That’s it,” he murmured, sinking deeper. “Take your alpha. Let me back in where I belong.”
He filled me slowly, agonizingly, until he was fully seated and we both exhaled shakily. The connection—physical and emotional—was overwhelming.
“Fuck, Leo.” His forehead pressed against mine. “I’ve missed this.”
“Move,” I pleaded. “Please move.”
He did, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with deliberate precision. Each thrust touched something deep inside me, building pleasure with maddening slowness. His hand slid between us, fingers finding my cock and stroking in time with his movements.
I let my eyes drift closed, lost in the sensation of him claiming me, reclaiming what had always been his. Lost in the pleasure building with each perfect thrust, each stroke of his hand, each whispered praise against my skin.
Just lying there, letting my alpha take care of me, take me apart piece by piece.
His voice cut through the haze—calm, controlled, devastating.
“Were you planning to tell me about the baby before or after you went into labor?”
My eyes flew open, the question hitting me like ice water despite the heat of our joined bodies. He was still moving inside me with those slow, deep strokes, but his gunmetal gray eyes were locked on mine with predatory intensity.
“W-what?” I gasped, unable to process his words.
“You heard me.” His hips never stopped, his free hand moving to splay possessively across my stomach where our baby was growing. “How much longer were you going to hide it?”
The world tilted. He knew. Oh god, he knew, and he’d chosen THIS moment—when I was vulnerable and open and completely at his mercy—to confront me about it.
“You—” I couldn’t form words, couldn’t think past the sensation of him filling me while simultaneously divulging the secret I’d been guarding.
He rose to his haunches and pushed my thighs apart, his fingers encircling my ankle before lifting it up and draping my leg over his muscled shoulder.
He resumed his rhythm, each precise movement sending him deeper, striking that perfect spot inside me.
The tension wound tighter in my core, a gathering storm of sensation that threatened to shatter me as each silken glide of his cock brought me nearer to the precipice.
“I’ve known about three weeks,” he said, his voice rough but steady even as his breathing grew labored. His hand pressed more firmly against my stomach, possessive. “Ginger tea and the morning sickness—not just bond sickness.”
Thrust.
“Your scent changed. And you wanted me near even when you were angry with me.”
Thrust.
“Touching your stomach when you thought I wasn’t looking.”
Thrust.
Tears spilled over, hot and fast. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Wanted you to trust me enough to tell me yourself.” His next thrust went deeper, hitting something that made me see stars even as my heart broke open. “But you didn’t. You kept hiding it from me.”
“I’m sorry,” I sobbed, overwhelmed by pleasure and emotional devastation.
He stilled, listening.
“What if you didn’t want it?” I sobbed. “I was scared—”
“I want it.” His hand stayed possessively on my stomach. “Don’t ever be scared to tell me anything. Do you understand me?”
The certainty in his voice made something break open inside me.
“I wanted to tell you,” I gasped. “So many times. But the words wouldn’t come. Just like with asking you back to bed—I couldn’t say it, couldn’t—”
“Shh.” He kissed me deeply, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as his hips rolled forward with renewed purpose. His hand slid from my stomach to my weeping cock, building the pleasure relentlessly. “I know. No more secrets. Promise me.”
“I promise,” I whimpered.
“Good.” His thrusts became harder, deeper, his control fraying. “Now come for me, omega. Show me who you belong to.”
That pushed me over the edge. I came with a cry, clenching around him as pleasure crashed over me in overwhelming waves. He groaned, his rhythm faltering, and then he was coming too, his teeth finding my shoulder in a claiming bite that would leave a mark.
“Mine,” he growled against my skin. “Both of you. Mine.”
“Yours,” I agreed breathlessly.
He stayed inside me as we both trembled, his forehead pressed against mine as we struggled to catch our breath.
“Are you happy?” I asked, needing to hear the affirmation.
“Happy doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He kissed my temple, then my cheek, then found my mouth for a slow, thorough kiss. “Terrified, overwhelmed—but so fucking happy I can barely breathe.”
I laughed wetly, my hands coming up to frame his face. “Me too. All of those things.”
He finally slipped out of me, and I made a soft sound of loss. But he immediately gathered me close, arranging me against his chest, one hand going possessively to my stomach.
I lay in his arms, feeling lighter than I had in weeks despite the emotional devastation of the reveal.
Then, a thought suddenly occurred to me, and I felt my face heat.
“I have something,” I said quietly. “If you want to see it.”
His eyes lit up with interest. “What is it?”
“The sonogram photo. From my first appointment with Dr. Westfield.” I bit my lip. “It’s in the nightstand drawer. I—I wanted to keep it close.”
“Show me.” The command was gentle but implacable.
I carefully extracted myself from his arms to crawl across the bed toward the nightstand.
I was halfway there when I heard his sharp intake of breath, and I glanced back to find him propped on one elbow, his eyes dark and hungry as they traced the line of my naked body—the curve of my ass, the flex of my thighs, every inch of skin on display as I moved.
“Dominic!” I felt heat flood my face. “Stop staring.”
“Never.” His voice was rough with renewed arousal. “You’re fucking gorgeous, baby. Especially like this—naked, freshly claimed, and crawling across the bed to show me pictures of our baby. I could watch you all day.”
“You’re terrible,” I muttered, but I couldn’t suppress my smile as I reached the nightstand and pulled open the drawer.
The sonogram photo was tucked carefully in an envelope. I pulled it out with trembling fingers and crawled back to Dominic, who sat up eagerly to make room for me between his legs.
“Here,” I said softly, handing him the black and white image.
He took it with reverent care, his eyes scanning the grainy ultrasound with absolute focus. I watched his face as he processed what he was seeing—the tiny blob that didn’t look like much yet but was everything to us.
“That’s…” His voice cracked. “That’s our baby?”
“That’s our baby,” I confirmed. “Dr. Westfield said everything looks perfect. Strong heartbeat, right where they should be developmentally.”
“Strong heartbeat,” he repeated, his thumb tracing over the image gently. “Jesus, Leo. We made this. Together.”
The wonder in his voice made tears prick at my eyes again.
He stared at the photo for another long moment, then carefully set it aside and pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe. His face pressed into my neck, and I felt the dampness of tears against my skin.
“Thank you,” he whispered roughly. “Thank you for this. For giving me something I didn’t even know I wanted until right now.”
We stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other. Then Dominic shifted, laying me back gently against the pillows.
“Stay here,” he commanded softly. “Let me finish rebuilding our nest properly.”
I watched as he moved around the guest room, gathering blankets and pillows with careful attention.
“We’ll take another bath, this time together.” He tossed pillows on the bed, arranging them neatly in a semicircle. “Then, I’ll rebuild it again with everything freshly laundered.”
He worked methodically, creating layers of softness with some of his clothes mixed in so his scent would surround me. When he was satisfied, he crawled back in and arranged me in the center, his body curved protectively around mine.
“Better?” he asked.
“Perfect,” I breathed.
His hand found my stomach again, splaying his fingers over it. “When this is all over—the investigation, the danger, all of it—we’re going to do this right. All the things you deserve.”
“We have time,” I said, covering his hand with mine.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “His lips curved against my temple. “But I’m going to marry you.”
“Dominic—”
“Not asking right now,” he interrupted gently. “Just telling you what’s going to happen. So you can start getting used to the idea.”
Despite everything, I found myself smiling. “Bossy alpha.”
“Your bossy alpha,” he corrected, his arm tightening possessively around me.
A languid heaviness settled into my limbs as my eyelids drifted shut of their own accord.
I wanted to let myself believe in that future.