Chapter 17 Presley
Presley
I paced my bedroom, my hands twisting together, my heart thumping at my ribs so hard I thought it might break.
What was I doing?
This was supposed to be a professional arrangement. But there was nothing professional about the way my body ached for him. Nothing professional about the way my pulse jumped when I heard the shower turn off down the hall.
The door opened.
Etienne leaned against the doorframe, his hair still damp, water droplets clinging to his shoulders. He wore loose gray joggers and nothing else. His chest was bare, muscles defined, a light scatter of hair trailing down his stomach.
I couldn't breathe.
“Can I come inside?”
“Oh you mean, am I inviting you into my nest?” I swallowed the lump that had formed there.
“Yes, Omega.”
My thighs involuntarily clenched. It was the first time a man had called me ‘Omega’ but this was also the first time I was going to have sex with an Alpha. My stomach flipped.
I’d heard plenty of stories of Omegas and Alphas going into a kind frenzy when Omega’s heat was in full force.
“Presley. You’re spiraling."
I swallowed. I needed to feel an Alpha’s knot before my heat took over and I couldn’t remember. “Please come in.”
He closed the door behind him, his eyes never leaving mine. "Tell me what you need," he said quietly.
"I don't know."
"Then we'll figure it out together."
He crossed to me, slow and deliberate, giving me every opportunity to tell him to stop.
I didn't.
His hands found my waist, warm and steady. "Are you sure about this?"
"No," I whispered. "But I want it anyway."
His lips curved into a small smile. "That's honest."
He guided me to the nest, sitting me down on the edge. Then he knelt in front of me, his hands on my knees.
"We go at your pace," he said. "You say stop, we stop. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Good." His hands slid up my thighs, and I shivered. "Have you ever been touched here?"
"No."
"Here?" His fingers grazed higher, brushing the apex of my thighs through my jeans.
My breath caught. "No."
"Then we start slow."
He undressed me carefully, piece by piece. The jumper. The jeans. The underwear that was already soaked through.
I should have been embarrassed. I should have wanted to hide.
But the way he looked at me, like I was something precious, something worth savoring, made me feel powerful instead of vulnerable.
"Princesse," he breathed. "You're perfect."
"I'm not—"
"You are." His hands skimmed up my sides, over my ribs, cupping my breasts. His thumbs brushed my nipples, and I gasped.
"Sensitive?" he asked, his voice amused.
"Apparently."
He smiled against my skin, his mouth replacing his hands. I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his damp hair.
"Etienne—"
"You’re beautiful," he murmured against my breast.
"I am?"
"Yes. Do you need me to touch you?"
"Yes."
"Where can I touch you?"
My face burned, but I forced the words out. "Between my legs."
His hand slid down my stomach, over my hip, settling between my thighs. His fingers found slick heat, and he groaned.
"You're so wet, Princesse."
"Is that—is that normal?"
"It's perfect." He circled my clit, slow and gentle, and my hips bucked. "Easy. I've got you."
He worked me with patient fingers, building sensation until I was shaking, gasping, clutching at his shoulders.
"I don't—I can't—"
"Yes, you can. Let go, Princesse. I've got you."
The orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over me so hard I cried out. Etienne held me through it, his hand never stopping, drawing out every last tremor.
When I came back to myself, I was boneless, slumped against him.
"Okay?" he asked, pressing a kiss to my temple.
"More than okay."
"Good. Because we're not done yet."
He stood up and pushed down his gray sweatpants until they were on the floor and he was stroking his dick with his large palm.
Fuck. It was big, bigger than my dildo.
He laid me back on the bed, settling between my thighs. His hands rested on the nest either side of my head. But it was between my legs that I felt him, hard and ready.
My breath hitched.
"This might hurt," he said gently. "But only for a moment. Tell me if it's too much."
"I’ve used a dildo before."
He grinned. “You have no idea, Presley. I like that about you. Luckily your slick will make your first time easier.”
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving my body time to adjust. There was pressure, a surprising sharp sting that made me tense.
"Breathe," he murmured. "Just breathe, Princesse."
I did, and the pain faded, replaced by fullness, by the overwhelming sensation of being connected to him in a way I'd never been connected to anyone.
"Okay?" he asked, his forehead pressed to mine.
"Yes."
He moved, slow and steady, watching my face for every reaction. His hand found mine, lacing our fingers together.
"You're doing so well," he whispered. "So perfect."
He began to move deeper, each slow thrust dragging against places inside me that lit up like fireworks. I’d never felt anything like this. I’d never felt so full, so stretched, so perfectly claimed.
An embarrassingly loud moan tore out of me.
Etienne’s eyes darkened, pupils blown wide. “That’s it, Omega,” he rasped. “Feel your Alpha. Come on his cock.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist without thinking, pulling him closer, deeper. My heels dug into the small of his back as if I could fuse us together.
Every roll of his hips sent sparks racing up my spine, and the obscene, slick sounds of our bodies filled the room.
“You’re perfect,” he growled against my lips, voice rougher now, the polished control fraying. “So fucking perfect.”
Then, in one smooth motion, he pulled out and flipped me onto my hands and knees. I gasped at the sudden emptiness, but before I could protest he was behind me, hands gripping my hips, dragging me back onto him in one hard thrust.
I cried out, fingers clawing at the sheets.
At this angle he was deeper. He felt thicker, and he was relentless. The gentle lover was gone. Now Etienne the alpha had taken over. He fucked me hard, hips snapping against my ass, the slap of skin echoing with every punishing stroke.
And I loved it. Not only the raw power of him, but also the way he took what he needed while giving me everything I didn’t know I craved.
His tongue traced a hot line up my spine, from the base all the way to my nape, and I shuddered violently. He lingered there, teeth grazing the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, the place an alpha marks his omega.
His omega.
A gush of slick rushed out at the thought.
God no. I couldn’t think like that. This was sex. It was necessary to give the pack what they needed. This wasn’t about forever or teeth in my neck.
“I’m going to knot you, Omega,” he whispered against my skin, voice low and feral. “I’m going to fill you up, and lock you to me.”
The words sent a fresh wave of slick gushing out of me, easing the way as the base of his cock began to swell.
He ground against me, slow and deliberate, trying to push the knot past my tight entrance.
But I’d never been knotted. I was too small, too tight, and too new to this, but every grind stretched me further, the pressure exquisite and overwhelming.
“Oh God, Etienne!” Tears pricked at my eyes from how good it felt. How impossibly good. I sobbed his name again, pushing back against him, desperate for more.
“Please,” I whimpered, voice breaking. “Etienne, please, knot me. I need your knot. I need it so bad.” I’d never had a knot but knew I had to feel it inside me.
He growled, one hand sliding under me to circle my clit, the other pinning my hip in place as he worked himself deeper.
Grind after grind, the knot catching, stretching, until finally it popped inside.
My eyes widened as his knot locked inside me. It was burning white-hot and perfect.
My pussy spasmed as I screamed, coming hard around him. Over and over, my walls fluttered wildly as his knot kept us locked together and he got deeper and deeper. Until…
“Presley!” Etienne roared as his hips jerked and pulse after pulse of his liquid heat flooded me. I felt claimed in every cell.
I trembled in the aftershocks, tears slipping down my cheeks, but I’d never felt more whole.
We collapsed sideways, still locked together, his arms wrapped around me, lips brushing my shoulder.
“Got you,” he murmured, voice soft again, reverent. “Always got you, Presley.”
Etienne held me and made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in the entire world as we lay tangled together.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
"I think so."
"No regrets?"
I thought about it. About the arrangement. About the two alphas flying over the Atlantic. About the baby I was supposed to carry and then walk away from.
And for the first time, I didn’t know how I could walk away.