22. TWENTY TWO
TWENTY TWO
Colton
Natalia sleeps for perhaps ten minutes. I feel a bit creepy watching her so closely, but I am looking for signs of dehydration or soreness.
I’m dying a little bit every time I move and I’m freshly aware of the way her snug cunt squeezes tight around me.
The longer I stay inside her, the more worked up I’m getting.
So I’m relieved when she blinks open her eyes, inhaling deeply. And then I’m tormented anew when her sharp inhale turns into a long, breathy moan and her pussy squeezes me again. “Mmm. I thought it was a dream. It wasn’t, was it?”
“No.” I wish I had it in me to be more eloquent, but right now it’s taking everything not to start rutting her all over again.
She doesn’t seem to mind. “I dreamed about this so many times.”
My whole body tenses, and pleasure shoots up my spine. “You did?”
Her cheeks deepen in color. “I did.”
Before I can ask more, my knot softens and I slip from her with a squelch of dewy slick.
Natalia gasps and looks down.
I pull away slowly, but I had forgotten about the condom. When I search for it, it’s gone.
I look up to catch her watching me. “What? You look concerned.”
I have a moment’s hesitation. I don’t want to worry her needlessly, but I also don’t want to be dishonest. “The condom must have slipped off.”
I’m expecting her to be angry with me. It’s my fault. I should have been more careful.
Instead she just smiles sadly. “I don’t think that’s a big deal for me.”
I wish I could think of the right thing to say. My heart wrenches for her. I know she wants to be a parent just as much as I did, and I know what it’s like to feel like it will never happen. Still, there was another option for me. “You just never know what the future will bring.”
She doesn’t answer. I can scent that she’s holding back tears as sour sadness clouds her pretty smell.
I stand, bending to lift her into my arms before she can follow. “Come on. Would you like a shower? We should have a little while before the need returns that strong.”
I carry her to the bathroom and set the water going, putting her on her feet and stepping back regretfully. “I’ll fix you something to eat.”
Her hand on my arm stops me in my tracks. “Stay.”
I turn to find her already stepping beneath the water, and then my jaw drops open as a rivulet runs over her shoulder, spreading out into a fan across her large breasts, turning to a stream again as it runs over dark brown nipples.
I want to say something, but I think I forgot my own name.
She laughs. “I didn’t mean you just had to watch. Come shower with me. I’m afraid I made a mess of you too.”
I scrub a hand over my face, trying to recover some of my sense. “Right. Yeah. I mean, no, I don’t mind. I like smelling of you.” Was that the wrong thing to say? Too shifter? What would a human think of that? We haven’t even worked out if she really is human.
Apparently she doesn’t mind because her smile stretches wider across her face and she lifts her head, closing her eyes and letting the water spray over her long brown hair.
I gather just enough self-control to shift into my smaller human form so I don’t take up all the space in the shower cubicle.
It’s bad enough as it is. I try to keep my hands to myself at first, I really do.
She might have invited me into her shower, but that doesn’t mean she wants to be fondled and groped the entire time.
Unfortunately, other parts of my body aren’t so easy to keep under wraps. My cock juts out from my body as if it’s reaching for her, and with the small size of the space, it’s almost impossible to keep the tip from brushing against her warm, slick skin.
Every time it does, a spear of pleasure rushes up my spine and I suck in a breath. I try to shift my hips away, but honestly, that just makes it worse. Soon the tip is weeping with precum.
Her gaze drops to where a bead of moisture dribbles over the crown.
She licks her lips.
Before I know it, she’s dropped to her knees. I let out a curse and brace against the wall; the only thing I have time for before she takes me in her hand and opens her mouth, sucking me between her pretty lips with a groan.
“I was supposed to fix something to eat.”
Her mouth pops off the tip, and she grins up at me. “Looks like you did.”
Green fucking clover fields, I lift my eyes to the ceiling and try not to bellow loud enough to have the neighbors come running, but that’s a hard ask when she moves her mouth over me with practiced skill.
Five days of blowing me every night having apparently made her a master at pushing all my buttons.
She tugs on my heavy balls, and I’m about ready to explode—again! I’ve only just let loose inside her sweet cunt. But the shower water is rapidly washing away the scent of me from her body, and my bull is hard set on marking her again.
She needs a permanent mate mark. At least that’s what my instincts are screaming, but now is not the time to talk about a mating mark. I need to take her through her heat first.
Easier said than done when she seems intent on draining me before I can get my knot in her again.
“Careful now.” I cup the side of her face. “You’re going to make me lose it.”
She moans around my shaft and honestly, I don’t know how I don’t just explode.
“I want you to cum in my mouth. I miss your taste.”
Fuck.
It would take a stronger bull than I am to refuse her. After all, an omega can live for a few days on alpha cum. Perhaps her shifter instincts are closer to the surface than she knows.
I give in to it then, pumping my hips carefully into her waiting mouth. A few more passes of her soft lips and firm hand and I’m done for. My balls tighten. My body tenses.
I brace both hands on the cold tiles in front of me and give her what she’s craving.
On and on she keeps sucking, and the pleasure keeps blooming until my knees grow weak and my vision blacks.
Finally I pull back, looking down to see it dripping from the corner of her mouth.
She scoops it up and licks it from her fingers with a final moan.
But it’s not enough. I see that straight away. The heat has taken her over again, and she thrusts a hand between her thighs to rub frantically at her clit.
Feeling guilty for not predicting this, I lift her up and guide her to wrap her legs about my waist.
I carefully lift her until I can push the tip inside her, lowering her slowly then lifting her again when I feel the tightening of her body resisting mine.
I’m still hard, my knot bulging at the base of my cock and not likely to recede any time soon with the scent of her sweet omega slick in the air.
Her nails drag over my shoulders when I lift her once more. She whines frantically. “Fuck me, Colton.”
I drop her another inch before I can collect myself.
“Yes!”
Further still I let myself plunge inside her until she’s all the way to the knot, tightening her knees around my sides for more.
“Give it to me.”
With a huff, I press her back against the tiles, watching as her pupils dilate to tiny pricks then blow out to huge orbs the moment I give her everything I’ve got.
She cries out, a scream that echoes through the bathroom, and clings to me. Then I’m fucking into her, rutting her, plunging my knot deep into the pussy that belongs to me, and there’s no going back.
The only thing that saves me from hurting her is the slick that spills from her, coating my shaft, dripping down onto my balls, and making that sweet slide possible.
Even in this form it’s a tight fit, but every time the knot pops out it squeezes right back in again until at last, she comes apart.
She throws her head back, calls my name, and then her body locks tight around me, holding me deep inside.
It’s only once the madness has settled that I realize once again, we failed to use a condom.
Nothing for it now. We’re knotted. I’ll do better next time.
I know without a doubt if a miracle were to happen and she got pregnant, I would have no regrets, but I want the same to be true for her. I want to be certain of it. It’s not the sort of thing you force on someone without consent.
“Are you sore anywhere?” I ask her when I can breathe steadily again.
“My breasts. It should be time for Jayden to feed. It must have been hours.”
“Shh. Don’t worry. Mom will take care of that. She told me he would have fed enough this afternoon to see him through at least a day. It’s how shifter babies react to a mother in heat.”
I realize what I said a moment too late and curse myself, but though her eyes turn bright, she doesn’t shed a tear.
I’m so much taller that I can’t suck her tits the way we’re locked together, but I massage her gently under the warm water to relieve some of the pressure.
When the water turns cold, I walk us out of the shower and help her to dry. At that point my knot recedes, and she is able to slide from me and stand on shaky legs.
I carry her to the bed again, force her to drink more water, and lay her down. Then I gently drink enough to ease her ache.
I pull back when she sighs. “Thank you.”
“You never have to thank me for doing that. Believe me.”
“But I do. You’re so amazing. I don’t know what other shifters are like when a woman goes into heat, but I can tell you there aren’t many human men who would take such good care of me the way you have.”
“I’m not done yet,” I grunt, uncomfortable with the praise for something that ought to feel like standard. It’s what any good alpha would do. It’s not nearly as much as my mate deserves from me.