Chapter 18
MAEVE
He’s covered in my teeth marks. Red, angry blotches stain his neck and jaw along with the ink of his tattoos, and I admire them in triumph.
I did that.
His leather scent makes my mouth water, and the outline of his cock is massive against my aching cunt.
His purr is louder than thunder, and delicious tingles dance on every inch of my skin.
And yet he stares at me like I’m made of glass.
“Are you…are you rejecting me?” the words come out in a disbelieving growl, and I realize my inner Omega has spoken for me.
This situation is something out of a dream, some bizarre set of circumstances that would never happen in a hundred years.
I’m snowed in with the Alphas I’ve always wanted.
And here, Fang is staring at me like…
Like he thinks he’s making a mistake?
I can’t decipher the look on his face. There’s a mixture of urgency, arousal evident in his huge pupils, and the slightest hint of fear.
He jolts at my question, like I slapped him.
“No. Fuck, no, baby.” He tilts his head back, showing off those red marks once again, his corded neck looking even more tempting from this angle. “Fuck, you have no idea how much I want this.”
Judging by the way his erection is growing, I have some idea.
“My worry is you don’t want this, too,” he gasps. “I…it’s taking every ounce of self-control I have left to not do filthy things to you.”
I am about to slap him. My inner Omega has never been surer of something in her life.
She’s been waiting for her scent matches. She’s been holding out for the Alphas that were made for her.
“Then do them, professor,” I purr, and he lets out a curse-filled growl. He quickly flips us so he’s on top of me and buries his face in my neck.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?
” he hisses. His pants are still on, which is a travesty, but he thrusts against me anyway.
My cunt, stretched and sensitive from Ivan’s cock, jolts at the sensation.
“Ever since that first day, walking into my class like a fucking tease, smelling like goddamn flowers—” he accentuates his words with another thrust against me, so rough it’s almost painful but still incredible.
“—like honey, and everything I shouldn’t want. ”
He nuzzles my mating gland, and the stimulation has tears filling my eyes. “You’re the sweetest, brightest person in my life. Just thinking about you puts a fucking glow behind my eyes. Everything has more color because of you.”
I whimper, tears openly flowing down my face, and he licks them away gently. “And if it’s not the same for you, if you regret this after your Heat, I wouldn’t be able to breathe. I wouldn’t be able to live with the knowledge that you thought it was too soon.”
Relief fills my lungs as I card my fingers through his dark hair and tug. “I may be in Heat, I may have an Omega that wants you,” he moans when I pull his strands again, “but I’m still me. I’m still actively choosing you.” I thrust my hips against him and whine. “I still want you to knot me, Fang.”
He raises his mouth from my gland to look at me, his lips inches from my face. “Yeah?” he breathes with glassy eyes.
“Yeah.”
Before he can close the distance, I crash my mouth to his. It’s messy, his tongue sliding across mine, but that leather taste is just what I needed. He growls and sucks on my tongue, eliciting a surprised whine from me.
“Such a pretty, perfect, girl,” he hisses against my lips. “Still can’t believe it’s you.”
“I’m far from perfect,” I gasp out, and he chuckles darkly.
“I have yet to see it.”
I mean to argue, but he silences me with his lips.
He kisses differently than Ivan. He kisses like he intends to rip my soul from my body, to plunge his tongue so deeply inside me that he never gets my taste out of his mouth.
It makes me feral. I sink my teeth into his lip, and he hisses.
“Knew you’d be a biter,” he groans. “You wild thing. Knew you’d be like this.”
“Get your pants off,” I gasp. “Or I’m going to keep biting you until you do.”
“Tempting,” he chuckles against my lips. “Really fucking tempting, sweetheart.”
I moan at the pet names, my cunt walls fluttering on nothing.
Suddenly, a violent cramp hits me, my womb desperately seeking a knot, and it’s not arousing anymore—it’s painful. My face twists into a wince, the primal ache destroying any banter that we could have had.
I need to be knotted. It’s not a want.
It’s a painful, agonizing need.
Fang sees it, though. He notices it, and immediately he’s off me, kicking off his jeans and underwear and returning to slot his cock against my cunt.
“I’m here,” he whispers. “I’m here, sweetheart.”
“Don’t make me wait anymore,” I beg. Fresh tears spring into my eyes, these borne from pain and frustration. “Please, Alpha…”
And with a slide of his hips, Fang’s giant cock pushes inside me. He lets out a wobbly, shaky breath, pressing his forehead to mine, with his minty breath washing over my face.
“Oh, fuck—thank you Alpha, thank you…”
Another pained moan leaves his lips. “You’re perfect, you know that? Fucking. Perfect.”
Inch by inch, he fills me, and when I don’t think there’s any more I can take, he pushes in further.
“Fuck, you’re massive,” I moan. “It’s so good.”
I’m babbling nonsense, but he growls in approval anyway, urging me to take him.
“My perfect Omega, my perfect girl, everything I could ever want—fuck.”
Finally, his hips touch mine, and if he went any further, I’m pretty sure I would die.
But it’s not enough.
His cock is already half inflated, pressing against my pussy in the best way, creating the stretch I always crave during my Heat.
“Take me,” I whisper, and the last of his self-control shatters.
His eyes turn black, and with a sharp thrust that steals my breath, he slams into me, his cockhead hitting a delicate, sensitive spot that blooms with pleasure every time it’s touched.
It steals the breath from my lungs, and white-hot pleasure licks up my spine. Soon, I can’t even hear the wet sounds that fill the room—there’s a ringing in my ears, and my vision whites out.
I don’t even realize I’m coming until my throat burns from screaming.
Fang fucks me through it, his scent making my head spin as he takes and takes, giving my inner Omega exactly what she needs.
My cunt clamps down harshly on him, strangling his cock when he slows his movements. My body tenses up and my back arches off the bed while pleasure ricochets through my body, blooming from my core.
I come and come until there’s nothing left inside me, until I have no energy except to clamp down on his cock.
A primal roar tears from his mouth, and my cunt walls flutter around him as his cock swells, melding us together.
“Fuck!” he hisses. “Omega…”
His cum fills me, rope after rope spilling into my cunt until it drips out of me, making a mess all over the nest.
We’re both covered in sweat, and he’s panting against my mating gland, sending little shockwaves of pleasure to my clit.
“I didn’t do everything I wanted to,” he whispers, and I huff out a tired laugh. “I wanted to do more before I knotted you.”
“Mmm. There will be time for that later,” I promise, using the heavy weight of his body as a solid comfort.
“Are you okay like this?” he pants.
“I’m perfect,” I breathe, and he plants a kiss against my nose.
“Yeah, you are.”
The ache is my body has subsided for now, and my inner Omega is no longer screaming for attention.
Now that I’m knotted with my scent match, my mind is quiet.
Fang’s purr returns, more soothing than ever, and he brushes his nose against mine lovingly. I begin to drift to sleep, content, safe, and warm, when he finally speaks.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
“For what?”
“Trusting me.”
“Of course. Now be a good weighted blanket and hush.” My smile spreads across my face, and he nips at my chin.
“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles.
The snow continues to fall outside the window, and nothing’s ever been more beautiful.
I wake up to two major observations.
First, Fang is not inside me anymore. My cunt is empty, and that slight familiar neediness creeps up to my chest, signaling that I’ll need a knot again soon.
Second, I’m sandwiched between two Alphas.
Ivan lies half-dressed on my left side, an arm lazily thrown over me in his sleep. I’m under a massive amount of warm linen-smelling blankets, and the mess between my legs has been cleaned.
Besides a slight bit of cramping, I’m cozy.
Fang is lying on my right side facing me, keeping his eyes on my face. His shirt is still off, but he’s back in his pants.
The curtains are still open, and the sun has begun to set behind the white cloudy sky, casting us in light shades of grey.
At my stirring, Ivan moves his hand to caress my cheek.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he says sleepily. “How are you feeling?”
I turn on my side to face him, meeting his kind eyes and melting at the gentle, loving look he gives me.
“Tired,” I admit. “Happy.”
His eyes crinkle in delight. “Good.”
“We can work with those,” Fang says from behind me. He keeps a steady hand on my back, drawing circles with his fingers through the blankets.
“Not the way you imagined spending your first Heat with us, huh?” Ivan says.
I sigh. “No. But thank you for everything.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Please don’t ever thank me for taking care of you,” he says. “We’ve been through this. It’s an honor, my love.”
My love.
That’s a new pet name, one that I particularly enjoy.
“What happens now?” I ask. “I think we can still go get the kittens tomorrow, right?” I sit up in in bed and receive two incredulous looks from the Alphas.
“Tomorrow?” Ivan says slowly as I peer down at him.
“Yeah. Tomorrow. They need to get to Blair! That’s why we came here this weekend. The foster doesn’t have that much room,” I argue.
“You’re in Heat,” Fang says darkly, his movements on my back pausing.
“I’m aware. I’m in Heat, not incapable.” I turn and narrow my eyes at him, and he simply cocks an eyebrow back.
“Our first fight,” he says, smirking, and I have the urge to hiss at him.