Chapter 26 #2
“We belong to each other,” she breathes, running her hand between her legs. “You’re just as much mine as I am yours.” She spreads her cunt lips, and I watch, mesmerized as slick drips down her core. “This is all for you, Logan. You know that, right? I’m dripping wet for you, Alpha.”
With another deep inhale of her scent, I move to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor and resting my hands on the mattress. I pull her by her ankles toward me, then bury my face right in her cunt.
Maeve gasps.
For a moment, I just breathe her in. I sense her wetness on my mouth, the slickness of her lips on my tongue, and the sugary scent of her core.
She makes a choked sound above me, and then I begin to move.
I take my time with her, licking gently, dragging my tongue through her slit and teasing her clit. Her little moans are delightful, and she places her hands in my hair, tugging when I don’t keep my tongue on her preferred spot long enough.
But I want to build this up.
I want to savor every second I have of her like this; her pussy pressed against my mouth while she whines in pleasure.
“You feel so good,” she breathes. “You’re so good to me.”
And for once, I believe every word she says.
Dragging my lips back to her clit, I suck gently, giving it tender affection while slowly pushing a finger inside her.
At the sensation, she gasps and lifts her hips. “Fuck, yes,” she groans. “I knew you’d be good at eating pussy.”
A snarl leaves my throat, the sound vibrating directly on her cunt. I push another finger in, marveling at the squeeze that her cunt walls give while I stretch her.
Her moans turn to whines, and I’m so hard that I thrust against the bed frame just to relieve some of the pressure in my cock.
I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m inflating into my boxers.
She grows tighter around my fingers, and I draw little circles on her clit with my tongue while I suck.
There’s fire along my scalp while Maeve pulls at my hair, and then, with a scream, she comes.
It’s a wail, loud and bright, and it’s the most wonderful sound I’ve ever heard.
I groan into her pussy while slick explodes on my tongue and mouth, a gush splashing out of her and drenching my face.
I just made her squirt on me.
“Oh, god,” she moans. “Alpha…”
Her scream echoes as her walls flutter around my fingers, clamping down as another orgasm hits her.
It’s beautiful.
I did that to her. I made my Omega come.
When she finally stops tugging my hair and lowers her hips with a sigh, I slowly slide my fingers out of her, then suck them clean.
I’ll never get over her taste.
She’s like my favorite chamomile tea with the just the right amount of sugar.
I begin to stand up, ready to get a towel and clean her, but she motions with her hands. “Wait, come here,” she says. “Let me make you come.”
My inner Alpha howls in delight.
“Only if you want to,” I say, desperate to keep my tone even.
I don’t want her to feel obligated.
“Get over here,” she breathes. “I’ve wanted to have your cock in my mouth for weeks, now.”
My brain misfires at her words, but my inner Alpha takes over.
I stand by the edge of the bed near her head, and she sits up and scoots to the end of the mattress. Her pupils are huge when she looks up at me, and her face is flushed with arousal. When she reaches out to rub her palm against my jeans, her mouth falls open.
“I forgot how huge you are,” she says, grinning.
I don’t know how to respond to that. Instead, I let out a moan as she unbuttons my jeans and pulls my cock free, hard and leaking.
“You’re already half knotted,” she whispers. “You already tried to knot the air because you liked eating me out that much?”
Before I can answer, her mouth is around the tip of my cock, and I let out a choked shout. Her mouth is wet, warm, and when she hollows out her cheeks, tighter than hell.
“I’m not going to last,” I try to warn her. “You don’t have to—”
Then, she purposely takes me as deep as she can, pushing my length down her throat, trying to fit my knot in there.
It’s all it takes.
With a low, deep moan, my cum shoots into her mouth, my knot swelling, making her gag.
When I try to pull out, to let her breathe a little, she keeps me there, purposely swallowing around the bulge. Rope after rope of cum shoots into her mouth, and she only releases my cock to suck in a breath before slurping on the head.
It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen, and when I’m finally done coming, she opens her mouth to show it to me on her tongue, then makes a show of swallowing.
I think I’ve died.
“I don’t think you’re real,” I tell her. “I think…I think I’m hallucinating.”
She laughs. “I’m very real,” she says. “I promise.”
Black spots dance around the edges of my vision, and I dizzily sit on the bed, looking at her disheveled form.
I love you.
Now would not be the best time to tell her that, so I keep the admission silent for now.
But I hope she can somehow see it in my eyes.
Once the dark spots have faded and I feel halfway lucid again, I retrieve a washcloth and clean the both of us up.
After, we cuddle in the pack bed, her making cute, delighted noises as she buries herself in all the blankets.
We end up in a similar position as we did the night before, her head on my chest with a leg draped around me.
Buried in blankets that smell like us, I sigh contentedly.
“That was the best house tour ever,” she declares, and I smile.
“I’m glad you liked it. I hope you didn’t feel obligated at the end—”
“Logan, no. I enjoy pleasing you, just like you enjoy pleasing me,” she promises. “Did you feel obligated to eat me out?”
“Absolutely not. It was my divine calling.”
She cackles. Her happiness, her laughter is better than any other sound she could make, even when she’s screaming in pleasure with my head between her legs.
The screaming in pleasure is a close second, though.
“Since we’re on the subject,” she adds, “I wanted to tell you something. I think my Heat is coming earlier than I expect.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yes. And I want to have it here, in the packhouse.”
I kiss the top of her head. “I’m all of us can figure out our schedules. We will make it work and be here for you.”
“I know it’s a lot of resources and energy,” she says softly. “I kind of feel bad, after how I behaved, to ask for your help again.”
“We’re your pack,” I say. “If you wanted to be in Heat every day for the rest of your life, I would happily be there, nesting blankets and super absorbent towels on standby.”
She laughs again and buries her face in my neck. “When did you get so funny?” she asks.
“You bring it out in me,” I admit. “You make everything lighter, if that makes sense.”
I’m not sure how to explain it to her exactly. But with Maeve, I’m the best version of myself that I can be.
“It does make sense,” she says quietly, pressing a light kiss to my neck. “I wasn’t lying earlier, either. I’m serious about the mating bite, if you are.”
I squeeze her tightly. “Of course I am,” I murmur.
She hums. “Good,” she says, yawning.
I want to pry her for more information, but we’ve already shared so much today. I’ll take whatever she’s willing to give me, but I’ll never push.
I still have a hard time believing she’s real, even when she’s asleep in my arms.
With a chirp, Stella jumps on the bed, toy mouse in her mouth, and drops it next to Maeve’s sleeping form. Then, she curls up and falls asleep right next to my Omega.
Right before I close my eyes, Trooper does the same. He announces his arrival with a low whine, a toy fish in his mouth, and drops it next to me.
Then, I fall asleep, surrounded by my cats and my Omega.
I’ve never been more at peace.