Chapter 27 #2
I nod. “I hate that you’re right,” I say through gritted teeth.
He lets out a huff of laughter. “Naw. You love it.”
“Hmm. The jury is still out.”
But we’re both smiling, despite how intense the situation is.
I grow dizzy sitting at the table, the cramps intensifying along with the slick that stains my underwear.
Oh.
It’s getting really bad.
I’m forever grateful that I went home when I did.
I close my eyes, fading in and out, when a chair scrapes loudly across the floor and the scent of leather fills my nostrils again. Fang watches me, his face uncharacteristically scrunched with worry. A bowl of something delicious is in front him, and I lick my dry lips.
“Sweetheart,” he says lowly. “May I feed you?”
“I can do it myself,” I argue weakly.
“You can. But this is something I’ve wanted to do for a while.”
There’s something behind his piercing eyes, a feral want that I can’t unsee.
And my inner Omega so desperately wants to be pampered.
Fang’s eyes fall to my lips, his pupils blown wide. “I could get off on taking care of you,” he says, and it’s like déjà vu from yesterday with Logan.
So, I nod and allow him to feed me.
I didn’t expect to like it so much. But with every swallow of soup, Fang appears satisfied. It’s a vulnerable position, but the trust I have in him makes it worth it.
Every flavor explodes on my tongue, rich, buttery, and savory.
Maybe it’s just the Heat symptoms, but it’s the best meal I’ve ever tasted.
“Good girl,” he murmurs once the bowl is empty. He cups my cheek, and I close my eyes in bliss at his cool touch. “You’re burning up,” he murmurs.
“Alpha,” I moan as a wave of cramps pulse through my core. “I want…I need…”
I hate that I’m losing my words, because there is so much to ask for.
I want to be held. Cuddled. Cherished.
Knotted.
Bitten.
With the way Fang looks at me, I know he wants all of that for me, too.
“How lucky am I to have you to myself for a few hours?” he murmurs. Then, he scoops me back into his arms, and I sleepily sigh against him.
I’m glad he insisted that I eat first. The hunger pangs would have been miserable on top of the cramps, and now that my stomach is settled, I’m able to focus more on resting.
I’m also focused on the arousal that shoots through my pussy. My clit and nipples are screaming for attention, and when Fang sets me down on the bed, I shift uncomfortably in my clothes.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice low. It sends a shiver down my spine, and I work quickly to strip down to my underwear.
“Damn thing is stuck,” I whine when I can’t get my sweatshirt off, and he laughs and joins me on the bed, tugging it off for me.
His eyes dart to my chest, where a thin sheen of sweat has formed. “Tell me what to do,” he says simply. “I’m all yours.”
His voice is strained, his eyes almost black, but that leather scent is grounding.
It’s exactly what I need as my mind swirls and arousal makes my cunt ache.
“Finish undressing me,” I breathe.
And as he leans forward to unhook my bra, I kiss him.
Kissing Fang is one of my favorite things in the world. He always tastes minty and sweet, and smells leather and sin. He sighs against my mouth when we kiss, as if he’s always savoring the taste.
He manages to get my bra off with one hand while the other cups my cheek, kissing me deeply.
“Your taste,” he growls against my lips, “is addicting.” His mouth falls to my mating gland, sucking harshly at the skin, and I cry out.
“This? This is the most tempting sight of all.” His breathing is ragged, his voice wrecked.
His teeth scrape against my gland, and I tremble in his touch, overstimulated.
Bite me, Alpha! My inner Omega screams.
I’m not even in the throes of my Heat yet, but I’m already fantasizing about the mating bite.
How would it feel, to have Fang in my bloodstream? To not only be connected to him in scent, but in soul?
I want it. Badly.
The same way I want it with Ivan and Logan.
Still clad in my panties, I squirm, pressing my thighs together to relieve pressure.
Fang moves away quickly, releasing my mating gland and gently pushing me back on the bed. I lift my hips, and he removes the last of my clothing quickly, leaving the cool air to soothe my overheated skin.
“Sorry,” he says with a smirk, “I got carried away.”
I moan and give him a small grin. “I want you to do it, you know.”
The black of his pupils swallows up the blue of his eyes. “Yeah?”
“Mmm. Yes. But only after you’ve knotted me.”
And Fang, to my surprise and delight, breaks out into a brilliant smile.
No longer devious, no longer wicked, just a pure, radiant grin.
“You’re sure? You want to be bonded...tied…to me?”
“Yes,” I breathe, half delirious with want. “I want you, Logan, and Ivan. I’ve always wanted a pack, and the three of you see me. You see me, and you accept me.”
“Of course I see you,” he says. “You’re the brightest light in the entire universe.”
A cramp pierces my womb, and I cry out in pain. Fang’s smile immediately fades, and he quickly sheds his shirt and pants.
My body knows it’s empty without his knot, and is demanding it, now.
“I’m here, I’m here,” he promises. “I’ll make it better, Omega.”
His presence grounds me and keeps the panic from my pain at bay. When he begins to enter me, he keeps his eyes trained on my face.
“I thought I remembered how you felt,” he groans, pushing in at an agonizingly slow pace. “Thought I remembered how tight and wet your pussy was. I was wrong, baby. No memory can compare to this.”
When he finally bottoms out, I let out a deep sigh of relief. The cramps have subsided, but my cunt still needs more.
“Fuck me, Alpha,” I beg. “Don’t hold back.”
“You want me to fuck you, sweetheart? Hard and fast?” He presses a quick harsh kiss to my lips, and I moan.
“Yes, please.” I squeeze his cock, begging the best way I know how.
My body burns, fire pooling through my core, and I think I might combust.
But then Fang slams into me, and I’m weeping in thanks.
This isn’t like last time. This time, he knows my body, and I know his.
He fucks me at a brutal pace, the expensive pack bed creaking in protest at how hard he pounds into me.
It aches but feels spectacular.
I wrap my legs around his waist and tilt my hips up, and he hits me at a deeper angle, rubbing at a spot that makes me see stars.
I’m already on the precipice of a release, and I choke out stuttered cries while Fang’s thick cockhead rubs deeper and harder against me.
“Wanted to take you like this since you were in my office,” he pants in my ear. “Fuck you so deeply you never forget how I feel.”
I’m drunk on his words, my mouth open and sobbing with the delicious sensations.
“I’ve thought of a thousand ways to have you; all the different ways I can make you take my cock. And every single time, you drench me with your tight little pussy.”
Tears stream down my cheeks. I can only moan out nonsense as he fills my head with all the filthy thoughts he’s had of me.
“I wanted to claim you in my office, too. Cover you in bite marks and let everyone know that this pretty cunt belongs to me.”
He slows down his pace, giving us both a chance to breathe, slowly moving in and out of me, still rubbing against that delicious spot deep inside.
“Your scent followed me home. I could smell you on me, even when you weren’t there.” He licks at my mating gland, and I begin to tremble. “I’ve fucked my fist thinking about you too many times to count.”
At his admission, the pleasure finally crests. With a sharp cry, I spasm and shake under Fang, my pussy squeezing him in a vice like grip.
“Good girl, there you go, baby. That’s right, come all over your Alpha,” he whispers. “Come on sweetheart, one more, let me feel it.”
I wail in pleasure, the primal sounds tearing from my throat.
I come and come, slick gushing out of me until my limbs are jelly.
And Fang continues to slowly rock into me, taking his time. He mouths at my mating gland, moaning into the tender skin and sucking at it greedily.
“Please,” I beg. My body is spent, heavy with exhaustion, but I still haven’t been knotted.
Only then can my inner Omega fully rest.
“One more time,” he says, his voice as rough as gravel. “Give me one more, Omega. You can do it. Then, I’ll give you the world, my love.”
He keeps his pace slow but moves just as deep, creating a slow, delicious build of pleasure.
Then, he laces his voice with a hint of command.
“Come for me, Omega.”
And with a snap of his hips and a lick to my mating gland, I do.
I close my eyes as pleasure takes over, my voice hoarse from the cries that leave me.
My Alpha, I love you…
“I love you, too,” Fang whispers in my ear.
Then, with a low growl, he bites me.
There’s no pain, only the soft snap of skin breaking as Fang reaches his release. His cock inflates, pumping cum into my womb, stuffing me to the brim.
At the same time, our souls merge, and suddenly, his pleasure is mine.
I’ve heard the mating bite be described as an out of body experience, something so permanent and pleasurable that people chase that high for the rest of their lives.
But as I sink into our bond, I know I won’t chase it.
It’s inside me forever.
This moment, where I sense the core of who Fang is, will be a memory I’ll replay in my soul forever.
I can pull from his strength. The man that feels so much, so intensely, and channels it into creativity.
I know, with his support, I can do that, too.
When he rolls us onto our sides, him spooning me from behind, tears stream down my cheeks.
“You’re everywhere,” I choke out.
He keeps his purr steady, his chest rumbling against my back. “I’m honored.” His own voice is raspy, and I sense moisture at the back of my neck as he kisses me there. “You’re everything I could want,” he whispers urgently. “Do you hear me? Everything.”
He holds me until the aftershocks subside, and I can breathe deeply and slowly. His knot stays inflated inside me, keeping me fused to him.