Chapter 53
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
ASTER
The door opened and Kol practically tumbled into the room.
His golden eyes were wild, his sunshine scent so thick with want I could taste it on my tongue, sweet and heady and overwhelming.
He was already shirtless, his yellow button-down abandoned somewhere in the hallway, his tanned chest heaving with each ragged breath, the muscles of his stomach clenching with barely contained need.
The green silk ribbon was still tied around his wrist, emerald bright against his golden skin.
"Wildflower." His voice cracked on the word, his whole body trembling as he crossed to the bed, as he fell to his knees beside me, his hands hovering over my skin like he was afraid to touch, afraid I might disappear if he made contact.
"God, you're so beautiful. You smell like them now — like Reid and Nolan — but underneath it's still you.
Still lilacs and rain and everything I've ever wanted. "
"Kol." I reached for him, my fingers finding his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there, the warmth of his skin, pulling him down to me. "I'm here. I'm real. I'm yours."
He kissed me like I was oxygen and he'd been drowning.
His mouth was hot and desperate, his tongue sliding against mine without any of his usual playfulness, just raw need that made my already sensitive body clench with renewed want.
His hands finally touched me, skimming down my sides, over my hips, leaving trails of heat wherever they landed, his calluses catching on my skin in ways that made me shiver.
"I've been going crazy out there." He gasped against my lips, his forehead pressing to mine, his golden eyes finding mine with an intensity I rarely saw from him, all the sunshine stripped away to reveal something deeper, something fierce and desperate underneath, his breath coming in short pants that warmed my face.
"Listening to you with them. Hearing you come.
Smelling it." His hips rolled against the mattress involuntarily, and I could see the hard line of his cock straining against his pants, tenting the fabric.
"I had to bite my hand to keep from breaking down the door. "
"You don't have to wait anymore." I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck, arching up against him until my breasts pressed against his bare chest. "I'm here. I'm ready. Take what you need."
He made a broken sound, something between a groan and a sob, and stood just long enough to strip off his remaining clothes, his pants and underwear hitting the floor in a pile.
His cock sprang free, thick and flushed and already glistening at the tip, his knot partially swollen at the base, pulsing slightly with his rapid heartbeat.
He was beautiful — all golden skin and lean muscle and barely contained energy — and I wanted him so badly my teeth ached.
"I want..." He hesitated, kneeling on the bed beside me, his hands stroking up my thighs with reverent gentleness, his golden eyes uncertain in a way that made my heart clench, vulnerability bleeding through the desperate want.
"Can I... can you be on top? I want to see you.
Want to watch your face when I knot you.
When I bite you." His voice dropped, vulnerable and raw, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Want to know this is real."
"Yes." I pushed myself up, my body protesting the movement but my heart soaring at the look in his eyes, at the need and love written across his handsome face. "Yes, Kol. Whatever you want. However you want me."
He settled back against the pillows, his back against the headboard, his cock jutting up from his lap, hard and ready and waiting, a bead of moisture gathering at the tip.
I straddled him, my knees sinking into the quilt on either side of his hips, my hands bracing on his shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch beneath my palms. His hands found my waist, steadying me, his thumbs stroking circles on my hip bones, his touch gentle despite the tension vibrating through his body.
"Go slow." His voice was strained, his jaw tight with the effort of holding back, his cock twitching where it pressed against my stomach, leaving a wet smear on my skin. "I want to feel every inch of you taking me. Want to remember this forever."
I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his shaft, feeling the heat and hardness of him pulse against my palm, the velvet skin over steel.
He groaned, his head falling back against the headboard with a soft thunk, his hips jerking up into my grip, his hands tightening on my waist. I positioned him at my entrance, the broad head pressing against my slick folds, and slowly, slowly began to sink down.
The stretch was exquisite.
He was thick, thicker than I'd expected, and even as wet as I was from Reid and Nolan, my body had to work to take him.
I lowered myself inch by inch, feeling every ridge of him drag against my inner walls, feeling my body stretch and accommodate and grip him tight, the friction sending sparks of pleasure racing up my spine.
His hands tightened on my hips, his breath coming in sharp gasps, his golden eyes fixed on where our bodies were joining with something like awe, watching himself disappear inside me.
"Fuck." The word punched out of him when I finally bottomed out, his cock buried inside me to the hilt, my thighs flush against his, our bodies connected as deeply as possible. "Fuck, wildflower, you feel... I can't... it's so good. You're so tight and hot and wet and I can feel everything."
"Kol." I rolled my hips experimentally, and we both moaned at the sensation, his cock shifting inside me, rubbing against spots that made stars burst behind my eyes, the pressure deep and perfect. "You feel so good too. So full. So perfect."
I started to move. It was different like this, being on top, being in control.
I could set the pace, could angle my hips to hit exactly the right spot, could watch his face contort with pleasure beneath me, his expressions unguarded and beautiful.
I rose up on my knees until just the tip of him remained inside me, the stretch of my body releasing him reluctantly, then sank back down in one smooth motion, taking him deep, so deep I could feel him in my throat.
"That's it." His hands gripped my hips, not guiding, just holding on, his fingers digging into my flesh, his golden eyes dark and desperate as he watched me ride him. "God, you're so beautiful. Look at you taking my cock like you were made for it. My beautiful omega. My perfect wildflower."
I found a rhythm, rising and falling, my thighs burning with the effort but the pleasure more than worth it.
His cock dragged against my inner walls with each stroke, the friction building and building, his knot catching at my entrance with every downward thrust, a tease of the fullness to come.
It wasn't fully swollen yet, but I could feel it growing, could feel the stretch increasing each time I took him to the root, my body opening wider and wider to accommodate him.
"Your knot." I gasped, grinding down against him, feeling the bulge press against my opening, almost big enough to catch, almost big enough to lock us together, the pressure maddening. "It's getting so big. I can feel it."
"I know." His voice was wrecked, his hips starting to thrust up to meet me, unable to stay still anymore, his control fraying at the edges, his movements growing jerky and desperate.
"Getting close. Not gonna last much longer, not with you riding me like this, not with you looking at me like that.
" His hands slid up my body, cupping my breasts, his thumbs rolling over my nipples in circles that made me cry out, the sensation shooting straight to my core.
"Need to knot you. Need to bite you. Need to make you mine. "
"Then do it." I planted my hands on his chest, using the leverage to ride him harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, the wet sounds of our joining obscene and perfect. "Knot me, Kol. Claim me. Make me yours."
He surged up, flipping us suddenly, pressing me back into the mattress with his weight, his cock never leaving my body, the shift in position driving him even deeper.
The new angle had him driving into me with desperate force, his hips snapping forward, his knot catching and stretching and burning at my entrance with every thrust, each one bigger than the last.
"Can't wait." He was babbling, his golden eyes wild, his sunshine scent blazing through the room like a wildfire, overwhelming everything else. "Need it now. Need you now. Need to be inside you forever, need everyone to know you're mine, need—"
His knot pushed inside me with a burst of pressure that stole my breath.
I screamed, the stretch overwhelming, my body clamping down on the intrusion even as it throbbed and pulsed and locked us together.
He was so deep, impossibly deep, his knot pressed against every sensitive nerve inside me, filling me so completely there was no room for anything else.
And when he started to grind his hips, tiny movements that rubbed that swollen bulge against my inner walls, I thought I might die from the pleasure of it.
"Now." His mouth found my neck, the unmarked space below my ear, a spot neither Reid nor Nolan had claimed, his breath hot against my pulse point. "Going to bite you now. Going to mark you. Going to make this real."
His teeth sank into my flesh and sunshine exploded behind my eyes.