Chapter 27 - Randy
~February~
“You ready for your heat?” Kerry asked over the phone. “Got everything you need: sports drinks, granola bars… that alpha knot you’ve been loving so much?”
“You’re horrible,” I laughed.
“I prefer incorrigible.”
I snorted. “You can be both. But to answer your question, yes. I have everything. Just waiting for Craig to get home.”
“He’s not home yet?”
I shook my head. “He should be here any minute. I hit that point where I don’t want to eat a few hours ago, and cooking sounds like an exercise in torture. So I told him to pick up something for his dinner in town.”
“Ah, makes sense.” He paused, and I could hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke again. “How badly did your ovaries explode when you got to hold the baby?”
“Oh, you fucking asshole,” I grumbled as my instincts latched onto the memory of holding my newborn niece.
He burst into laughter. “I thought so.”
“You’d be the same way, you jerk. Pre-heat was already itching under my skin, then I had a baby plopped into my arms. My entire body seemed to say: ‘Yes, this is the point.’”
“Well, you know there is one way to deal with that…”
“I’m going to hang up if you keep teasing me about knots and babies.”
“Awww,” he let out a single chuckle. “Look at the bright side.”
“Hmm?”
“It’s not going to hurt this time. You finally have an alpha to help.”
I hummed as I smiled. “Yeah.”
“Even with suppressants, I can’t imagine that many heats without an alpha. That had to hurt.”
“Why do you think I was so excited for the suppressants? It meant I only had to hurt once a year.”
“And now you’ll never have to hurt again. Your alpha is going to take care of you.”
I hummed again. “I’m ready.”
“For the knot, or the bonding bite?”
“Yes.”
He laughed. “I’ll let you prepare. Enjoy your heat.”
“I plan to.”
We said our goodbyes and hung up.
Everything was ready. Russy was with my parents for the next few days. I’d gotten out the big feeders and water heaters for the chickens so that they could be checked quickly. The fancy mattress protector was on the bed…
I glanced down and ran my fingers over my stomach. If everything went well, our first baby would be inside me by the end of my heat.
The last time I’d cycled off had been a miserable reminder of everything I didn’t—and thought I never would—have. Now, a year later, the promise of happiness hung in the air.
The crunch of tires on gravel signalled the arrival of my mate. The thud of a truck door, heavy boots on the steps, then a burst of cold as he opened the door.
I let out a needy sigh as Craig’s scent washed over me. It had infused the cabin since he’d moved in, but there was nothing like the first breath of it when he arrived home.
He took a moment to remove his coats and boots, then strode over to where I was on the couch. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
A lusty growl escaped his throat. “You smell so good, omega-mine.”
“So do you,” I replied. I squirmed as a bit of slick escaped.
Craig must have smelled it, since his growl deepened.
“You should eat,” I said. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
His arms wrapped around me. “I ate on the way. Robbie gets scent-sensitive to food before his heats. And I didn’t think to ask about that. I didn’t want you to feel sick because of me.”
I chuckled. “Thanks, but I’m fine about food smells.”
He hummed as his arms tightened. “Good to know.”
I stood, turned, and pulled him into my arms. “If you’ve already eaten…”
He grinned as he leaned in for a kiss. “I’ve eaten food. But I plan to take my time eating your ass.”
A full-body shiver escaped before I could form words to answer.
He chuckled. “Do you like the thought of that, Beautiful Randy? My tongue in your hole, devouring your slick?”
Words were hard… too hard.
I moaned.
“Shall we head to the bedroom?”
That sounded like an amazing idea. I wrapped my hand around his wrist and started toward the stairs.
He chuckled as he followed. “I think I like this side of you.”
Then we were in the bedroom, and I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough.
Craig pulled me into his arms while I was struggling with my jeans and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Sit on the bed, omega-mine. I’ll help.”
I sat, and my alpha had my pants off almost immediately.
I scooted back as Craig shimmied out of his own clothes. Then he crawled across the bed and partially covered me, taking my hard cock in hand even as his lips claimed mine.
I bucked into his touch and wrapped my arms around his neck, every nerve lighting up at the promise of an alpha for my heat. I fucked into his grasp, unable to hold back at all.
Normally, I was a fan of how Craig took his time with me, making love rather than fucking, but my heat had slammed into me, and the only thing that would put out the inferno was his cock pulsing inside.
“Alpha…” I begged, breaking the kiss.
He seemed to understand as he shifted. He kissed down my jaw and nibbled along my collarbone. He sucked a hardened nipple between his lips and grazed it lightly with his teeth.
I cried out at how good it felt, and his answering chuckle against the sensitive bud made my toes curl.
He spent a minute—maybe two—lavishing attention on my nipples, sending my nerves into overdrive. Then he continued down, dropping kisses along my chest, stomach, and into the patch of hair that was at the base of my cock.
“You smell so good, Randy,” he growled. “So good I need a taste.”
I nearly leapt off the bed as his tongue flicked across the head of my cock.
His growl deepened. “Delicious.”
He sucked me between his lips, and I almost screamed in pleasure as I was enveloped by the wet heat of his mouth. There was no stopping my hips as I started fucking into it.
Rather than trying to control the speed or depth, my alpha seemed to encourage it. He growled as I slid between his lips, and swallowed when I hit the back of his throat. His fingers danced along my inner thigh until he could massage my entrance.
It was both too much and not enough. I wanted—needed—more. My fingernails scratched the blankets as I gripped them, forcing myself to hold back.
He pushed a finger inside, and it was enough to send me over the edge. “Alpha… alpha…” I chanted as my cock pulsed and he swallowed my cum.
One finger became two while I was still coming, and the additional stretch where I needed it only made my orgasm roar back to life. I fucked his mouth then rocked back onto his fingers until it felt like my balls were emptied and my nerves started to settle.
Craig growled along my length again, his tongue sliding along it as he licked whatever spend had ended up on me rather down than his throat. His fingers kept working, and—combined with the heat—I could already feel the next wave building.
My alpha’s eyes were dark—nearly black—with lust as he lifted his head from my cock and our gazes met.
I shivered. I’d told him before that I wanted him to make it clear with his cock that I belonged to him, and it seemed he hadn’t forgotten.
His fingers teased around, but didn’t touch my sweet spot—making me squirm with need. Then he removed his hand.
“Over,” he rumbled.
I scrambled to turn onto my stomach. But rather than kneeling between my spread legs, Craig lay between them.
I only had a few seconds to wonder before he parted my asscheeks and drew his tongue across my hole.
I’d had my ass eaten before, many times by Craig—but never during a heat. It was always incredible, but this… this was something else.
He dragged his tongue over my hole again, then used the tip to tease along the rim. Nerves lit up in succession as he worked. He alternated plunging the thick, hot muscle into me to lap my slick from its source, and teasing my rim by licking or sucking it.
I panted into the mattress, hands gripping the covers. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they rocked against Craig’s face.
Then… his fingers joined the mix.
I screamed as he rubbed the spot he’d avoided before. His tongue lapped my slick as he massaged my sweet spot.
“Come for me, omega,” he growled as he came up for air.
That was all that it took. Ecstasy exploded through me as my alpha returned to where he’d been working—growling as fresh slick flowed from me.
I lost time rocking against his face as pulses of pleasure went through me.
Finally, I slumped onto the bed. I gulped air, even as my body tingled.
Craig kissed one ass cheek, then the other. He kissed up my spine, to my neck… and his favorite freckle.
“Are you ready for me, Beautiful Randy?” he rumbled.
I lifted my hips against him. “Please… alpha…”
One more kiss to my shoulder, then he knelt between my legs. He slid his cock through my slick several times, then pressed the tip to my entrance.
A sigh of relief escaped as he pushed in. My body welcomed him, opening around his length, until he was fully sheathed.
He leaned in and covered me, then rolled his hips.
I let out a long moan as he dragged through my rim and along my sweet spot.
“Please…” I whimpered.
“Hard and fast?” Craig growled.
I nodded into the covers. “Need it.”
“Ok.”
He shifted to kneeling again, then grabbed my hips—fingers digging into my skin. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in.
I screamed as every nerve lit up.
Then he did it again, and again.
My alpha fucked me hard and fast. He made me gasp every time he bottomed out, a reminder that he was the only one who could make me feel that good.
I was his—his omega.
He was my alpha.
I was already oversensitive, and the motion was overwhelming. My chest slid back and forth against the covers, my nose pressed to the bed that we shared while I breathed our combined scents. My fingers almost hurt from gripping so hard.
Craig bottomed out again, and every bit of my focus snapped to the feel—the sound—of his hips slapping against mine.
“Alpha… alpha…” I begged.
“Tell me what you need,” he growled in reply.
“Breed me!” I screamed.
“What else?” he asked as he somehow fucked me harder.
“Please! Need it!”
“What do you need?”
“Knot!”
“What else?”
“Mark me! Make me yours!”
Craig roared and shifted the tiniest bit, but it was enough. His cock nailed my sweet spot with every thrust, and it was enough to send me over the edge.
I screamed as I came for a third time, and my alpha fucked me hard through it.
Then, just as my pulses of pleasure started to slow, he drove himself deep.
My orgasm came roaring back as his knot pressed against my sweet spot.
Then it was silent, Craig still pulsing his seed deep inside me.
It was so good, but I needed more. My head dropped forward, exposing my bonding point.
Craig’s deep growl sent shivers up my spine, then he leaned in and nosed the spot. “Mine,” he growled as he sucked it between his teeth.
“Please…”
Craig bit down, and it was simultaneously the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt, and some of the strongest pain.
I screamed as both sensations intensified, then something gave.
The pain was gone, and I was in a place of floaty bliss.
My alpha had marked me. I’d never be alone again.
Craig was growling as I came back to myself, my bonding point still between his teeth.
It was so good, so right.
I hummed, relishing the soft bliss radiating through me.
It took another minute before he released the bite. He took a moment to lick it clean, then turned us onto our sides.
“Beautiful, perfect Randy,” he rumbled against my shoulder. “Mine. My Randy.”
“My alpha…” I murmured.
He chuckled against my skin. “Rest, omega-mine.”
I hummed as my eyes fluttered shut. Craig’s arms were wrapped around me, his knot settled against my sweet spot, his mark finally decorated my neck.
I didn’t want to be anywhere else.