Chapter 10 #2
I let out a tortured sound as slick pours out of me and onto his hand while he sucks on my tits.
“Can’t believe these are mine,” he breathes, switching between nipples. “The perfect size, too. So perky and soft.”
His thumb increases its pace, still drawing little circles on my clit, creating a deep, delicious pleasure in my core.
“I want your knot,” I beg him. “This won’t be enough.”
“Just one,” he whispers. “Just one like this, first. Please. I need to watch you come like this.”
“I can’t,” I breathe, squirming.
“You can. You can,” he insists. The pleasure continues to build, all due to the perfect pace of his thumb on my clit. “You feel like silk, baby. Your pussy feels like silk.”
“Oh,” I gasp, and his mouth goes back to my tits, sucking a nipple harshly into his mouth. He hums in delight at my moans, and groans when my hands fly to his hair to run my fingers through it.
It’s only once I start to whimper that he pushes two fingers inside me slowly, filling me up while his thumb still works at my clit.
“I have to get you ready for me,” he murmurs. “You can barely take two of my fingers. How can you take a knot, gorgeous?”
He keeps his pace the same, pushing his fingers in and out, pressing against a delicious sensitive spot inside of me while my clit receives all the attention it deserves.
When Ivan pushes in a third finger and I scream, I realize he was right.
I can finish like this.
With a soft grunt, I clench down on his fingers, slick gushing out of me and soaking his hand.
“There you go,” he whispers, pleased. “There you go, soak me, Omega.”
His thumb and fingers don’t stop their work, keeping those perfect, even motions that make me sob.
My cunt clamps down on him so hard that it takes a moment for him to pull his fingers out of me, and when he does, they’re glistening and sticky with my slick.
Ivan, without shame, puts all three in his mouth, closing his eyes moaning around the taste.
“You’re sweeter than I could have imagined,” he says, then turns to kiss me, careful to keep his wet hand away from my face.
I taste sugar on his tongue while my cunt aches for more.
My scent match is in my nest, and he hasn’t knotted me yet.
It’s a crime.
“Boxers off,” I demand, and he laughs and obeys.
If I’m this needy now, I can’t even imagine what my Heat will be like with him.
Growling, I crawl on top of him, tired of waiting. It startles him, but then he laughs and looks up at me with dark eyes, his pupils blown with lust.
“I’m yours,” he promises me. “Take what you need, baby.”
Mewling, I grind against him, my naked cunt dripping down his exposed cock. I keep my eyes on him, noticing every moment his face scrunches with pleasure.
Ivan’s breath comes quickly, and he moans when I begin to sink down on him, my pussy stretching to accommodate his thickness.
When he bottoms out inside me, I collapse on top of him, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body.
He’s so big, and his knot hasn’t even inflated yet.
He flips us so he’s on top of me and gently moves my legs behind my head, pushing him deeper inside me.
I gasp at the sensation, startled at his aggressiveness and the deep stretch from this new angle.
“You were beautiful tonight,” he says, thrusting into me. A filthy wet squelch sounds from our bodies, and I moan in delight. “You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met.”
“Alpha,” I whisper, as he drives harder into me
“You’re the only thing I think about,” he admits. “My favorite reason to wake up in the morning.”
My head spins with his confessions, and I sense another orgasm building inside me, this one much more powerful than the last.
It’s a slow, deep build, and every time I think I’ve reached the peak, it just keeps growing.
“I want to give you everything,” he groans, slamming into me with a hard thrust. “I want to make you happy.”
“You do,” I choke out, half laughing, half sobbing.
Tears fill my eyes, and I’m overwhelmed at all the sensations coursing through my body.
“Come on, sweetheart, give it to me,” he whispers. “Let me feel that pretty cunt squeeze me.”
He places his hand where we’re joined, rubbing my clit gently, and the dam finally breaks.
My body grows still and I let out a hoarse cry, slick pouring out of me while my cunt clenches on Ivan’s cock.
“There we go,” he growls. “There is it, baby.”
Tears fill my eyes while I scream through the pleasure, overwhelmed almost to the point of overstimulation.
I’m reduced to nothing but a bundle of nerves, a needy Omega who has found a scent match and is desperate to be knotted.
I’m amazed at Ivan’s self-control. He slows down his pace when I whimper, still hitting the spot I need but keeping me right at the edge of another orgasm.
All the time, he’s murmuring praise in my ear.
“Everything I’ve ever wanted, my love, my angel, you’re taking it so well…”
I combust again, tears falling down my cheeks, and he lets out a growl, burying his face in my neck.
“Knot me, Alpha,” I beg, my cunt squeezing his cock desperately. “Please, please…”
With his mouth near my throat, he growls low and deep, and his cock begins to swell. He stuffs me fully, my cunt locking him inside me as he spurts his cum.
It seems to last forever, and we end up rocking together gently as silent tears fall down my cheeks.
Relief washes over me as he knots me, moaning my name and groaning in pleasure.
My Alpha, my scent match, the man who makes me smile more than anyone else, is now locked inside me.
He only stops rocking into me when I let out a small sob, and immediately moves off me, rolling us to our sides. My back is to his chest, and he wraps his arms around my front, pulling me closer to him.
“Hey,” he murmurs in my ear, his voice rough. “Hey, what’s going on?”
“It’s a lot,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “I feel so much right now.”
“I have you,” he promises. “I’m right here. Literally.”
I huff out a weak laugh at his joke. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad it was you,” I admit.
He nuzzles his face into my neck, pressing a soft, gentle kiss at my nape. “I’m so lucky,” he whispers. “It’s an honor to be your scent match.”
I sniffle, overwhelmed at his words, and his chest rumbles.
Ivan keeps me close to him, locked inside me as he purrs loudly, the vibrations soothing and calming.
“You can rest, Omega,” he says, a gentle command in his tone. “Sleep, sweetheart. I’m right here.”
My body is drained of energy, and my mind is mush.
My inner Omega is satiated, pleased beyond belief that she’s found a match.
I succumb to the fatigue, lulled to sleep by Ivan’s purring.
I wake up when Ivan pulls out of me, his cock no longer inflated and roll onto my back, sighing.
“Come here,” he murmurs, and I crawl toward him, laying my head on his chest while he runs his fingers through my hair.
His purr is just as strong as it was before we fell asleep, and I nuzzle my face into the warmth of his body. “What happens now?” I murmur.
He hums thoughtfully, his fingers carefully pulling tangles out of my hair. “Now, we shower, and I order us some food. Preferably a burger and fries.”
I snort. “No. I mean…after. When we go back to work. And beyond that.”
His fingers still. “Oh. We do whatever you’re comfortable with. We can tell people, or we can keep it private.”
I make a face. “Everyone’s going to know. Immediately.”
He laughs. “Yeah, they will. And if you don’t mind, I’d prefer to shout it from the rooftops.” He squeezes me softly, and I smile into his chest.
“And beyond that…” he adds thoughtfully. “Beyond that, I’m here for whatever you want to do. We’re going to get you a pack, sweetheart. The pack of your dreams.”
I’m overwhelmed at his response. “How are you like this?” I ask, in awe.
“Maeve, you’re my scent match. Nothing is going to make me insecure. I want to share you. You deserve to have exactly who you want. Like I said before, whether it’s me, or a million Alphas…” He pinches my arm playfully. “Or just me, Logan, and your guitar teacher.”
I sit up quickly, sputtering. “Excuse me?” I demand, my face reddening. But he just has a smirk on his face, his eyes twinkling in delight. “Fang?”
How on earth does he know about my attraction to Fang?
He shrugs. “Just a guess. I’m just saying, whoever you want—ow!”
I smack him in the face with my pillow, even though I know he’s right.
I attempt to hit him again, but he grabs the pillow from me and flips me onto my back, pinning my hands above my head.
“And whenever you’re ready for that mating bite,” he says with a smirk, “you can just say the word. I’ll sink my teeth into you anywhere, anytime.”
I narrow my eyes, ignoring the excited beating of my heart. “Oh yeah? What if it’s while I’m cleaning a litter box? Or feeding one of the cat colonies?”
He nips me on the nose. “Then we’re always going to win two truths and a lie. Now, it’s shower time. Come on, babe, I’ve been dreaming about this for months.”
He moves off me, and I receive a glorious view of his backside when he leaves the bed and heads to my bathroom.
I hear the water running, but I hesitate before joining him. I close my eyes and sigh.
Everything is great now—I’m still riding the high of scent matching and being knotted.
Ivan is my friend first, lover second, which makes this even sweeter.
But there is a little buzzing in the back of my mind, a quiet, tiny whisper of worry.
Will he ever get sick of me?
How long until he tires of reassuring me every time I worry about the cats?
What if…
What if he ends up regretting this?
Swallowing my doubt and pushing those irritating thoughts away, I follow my scent match to the shower, ready to be deep cleaned by his fingers and tongue.