Chapter 15
Juniper
My heart is hammering beneath my ribcage, so loud in fact that I’m certain Lowie could hear it over his rumbling purr that doesn’t falter, even as leans in for another soul-shattering kiss that has me desperate for more. Hell, just one look at the guy and I’m desperate for anything he’ll give me.
Gripping the back of his neck, I pull him closer, matching his energy. Our kiss is devouring, consuming, and everything I want and need. His scent surrounds me in every direction, Lowie’s warmth seeping into my body where he lies between my legs. A steady pulse at the apex of my thighs reminds me of what I want most, and as drugging as Lowie’s kisses are, I’m wound up enough that I need more. More of him, more of his body, just more .
In tune with me and my needy moans already, Lowie tears his mouth away before he leads a trail of hot, wet kisses over my body. His lips skim my scars, and I tense for all of two seconds, sure he’s going to mention them now. But, when he does nothing more than nip, suck, and kiss at my skin as he trails lower and lower, I relax with every touch. I know I’ll have to answer whatever questions are bubbling in his mind about the scars, but now isn’t the time. Especially not when that sinful tongue of his begins to trace the line of my panties, teasing enough to set off goosebumps along my flesh .
Chuckling against my skin, likely amused by the reaction, Lowie whispers, “Last chance, Angel, before I make you mine in a very biblical sense.”
I grin through a gasp and haggard moan when the asshole tugs the waistband of my panties down a little, enough to suck on the skin beneath my hipbone. He follows it with a sexy drag of his mouth over my skin, scraping his teeth over the opposite hipbone before pausing entirely.
It takes an embarrassingly long moment for me to realize he’s waiting on confirmation, and I offer it freely. “Lowie, I swear, if you don’t give me something right now, I’m taking matters into my own hands. I have enough toys that’ll get the job done.”
It’s an empty threat, of course, because although they make toys for omegas, I’ve never been able to afford any. My fingers have done the job just fine over the years, but I can imagine that what Lowie could give me would put them to shame. Would likely blow every orgasm I’ve ever had before last night out of the water with very little effort.
His laughter tickles my skin, his breath warm and wet, and very much in the wrong place. My hips rise of their own violation, my body practically begging for more, for him to move that mouth south that little bit more until he’s where I want him most. Just the thought of his mouth on my slickened pussy has a moan turned quickly into a whine tumbling from my parted lips.
“Fuck,” he growls against my skin, tugging my panties down a little lower. It’s still not enough, and my mewl of pleasure quickly turns into a whine, high and thready, full of need and desperation. His growl deepens, turning into a demonic sound that floods the apex of my thighs with arousal. “Those sounds, Juno. Enough to ruin any man’s self-control. I’m trying to take it easy on you.”
“If I wanted easy, I wouldn’t be underneath you,” I pant, crying out when the bastard tucks his fingers beneath the gusset of my panties, his knuckles brushing against my wettened folds .
“Sure you don’t want soft and sweet?” he asks, almost like a tease. He knows I don’t want it soft and sweet, and the bastard is enjoying dragging it out as long as he can.
Before I even realize I’m doing it, a small growl of frustration bubbles up my throat and slips free of my mouth, and Lowie pauses his movements to peer down at me in both shock and what I think is approval. Slow as molasses, a sexy grin appears on that handsome face, and I practically melt into the bed beneath him. “You’re full of pretty sounds, Juno. How many more have you got in you?”
“If you’d hurry the fuck up, you’d find out,” I snark back, though it loses its bite with how breathless and soft the words come out, revealing more to him about how much I want him. How much I need him.
Lowie’s eyes flash with an edge of danger, his own desperation flaring to life in those light-blue eyes, and I feel the crackle of tension snap between us before he’s tearing my panties away with a heady snap of material.
As soon as I’m entirely bare, naked from head to toe, Lowie’s gaze roams over every inch of my body. I feel his eyes linger on my scars, gaze darkening as he traces them, but he doesn’t mention them. He simply takes his time committing every inch of my body to memory before he gravelly admits, “Juniper, you’re fucking stunning. The most beautiful thing in this entire world.”
I can feel my cheeks heat as my perfume permeates the air around us, sugary sweetness surrounding us both, and Lowie’s grin turns a little feral before his large hands grip my hips and the bastard flips me so fast that I feel momentarily dizzy and disoriented.
A smack to my ass makes me jolt and gasp, and I turn my head to look over my shoulder while everything around me stills once more, blurting, “What are you doing?”
“Giving my girl what she’s dying for,” he answers thickly, hands roaming over the globes of my ass with a caress that contradicts the way he spanks me again .
The moan that slips free of my mouth shocks me more than it does Lowie, who groans deeply, his purr thickening, a rattle in his chest that turns my insides to mush. He does it again, and I find myself lowering my upper body to the bed, my ass still in place in the air.
“Fuck, yes, Angel. You’re perfect, presenting so prettily for me,” he grinds out through gritted teeth, and it’s only when he grips my hips and drags my ass a little closer to his body that I realize how hard he is beneath the boxer briefs I want removed.
“And you’re still wearing too many clothes, Lowie,” I remind him, my voice low and dripping with enough sexual want that there’s no mistaking it. And if he does miss it, the way my scent blooms around us would clarify that I need him just as much as he clearly needs me.
Chuckling, Lowie leans over my back and whispers in my ear, “Sorry, baby. I’ll fix that for you.”
Sure enough, I hear more than see him remove the offending garment, leaving himself as bare as I am. I’m peering over my shoulder as soon as I feel the bed dip with his weight, and my mouth is salivating when I eye the muscles that lead down to an impressive length between his legs. Lowie isn’t at all small, thicker than I would have imagined, and fucking beautiful.
“Keep looking at me like that, Angel, and this won’t last anywhere near as long as I want it to,” he growls, gripping my hips and dragging me against him.
Skin against skin, I feel his rigid shaft glide against my soaked pussy, coating himself with my arousal as he groans with approval.
“That’s what round two is for,” I whisper, flashing him a cheeky grin when he looks at me with an animalistic need that rivals my own.
Lowie’s chest is heaving, eyes on mine, and he mutters, “Absolutely perfect. ”
Before I can utter another word, Lowie is notching the tip of his shaft of my entrance that has only ever been breached by two of my fingers and Lowie’s the night before. His fingers are digging hard into my skin, likely enough to leave a mark, and I love the feel of his hands on me. I’ll wear whatever mark he’s willing to give me with pride.
But those thoughts evacuate my mind when he slips into my body slowly, stretching me more than I’ve ever been stretched before, and words are completely lost on me. The feeling of fullness is almost overwhelming, a whine of protest breaking free between moans when he pulls back, only for me to mewl long and hard as he pushes back in, only deeper.
“Shit, Juno. You feel like heaven,” he chokes, one hand running up and down my spine as if to keep me relaxed, while the other rounds my ass cheek and squeezes, right before he pulls back and thrusts back in with more power.
“Oh my god,” I cry, gripping tightly to the sheets beneath me, the pinch of pain that accompanies his thrust causing my body to tense everywhere.
“Ssh, you’re okay, Angel. I’ll make it feel better, I promise,” Lowie swears softly, voice gritty and rough and so fucking sexy that I find myself relaxing beneath him, the pain slowly but surely morphing into pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Good girl.”
His praise as my body turning damn near languid, and Lowie uses that opportunity to sink deeper into me until he meets resistance, a bulge at the base of his cock nuzzling against my opening.
Gasping for air, I pant, “What’s that?”
Lowie curses colorfully, hands gripping me tightly, and I clench around him before relaxing once more. “Christ, Juno, you have no idea how much you being innocent to all things sex is doing for me. It’s taking everything in me not to bury my knot in you and rut you until morning, wringing out every ounce of pleasure from your body until you pass the fuck out with me buried as deep in you as I can go.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad to me,” I huff out a laugh, one that quickly bleeds into a cry of pleasure when Lowie grinds against me, that fleshy bulge teasing my entrance with a promise I can feel down to my bones.
“That, baby,” he grits, pulling out slowly, only to pump his hips and sink his cock deep inside me the next moment. “Is my knot. And you’ll get it only after I’ve felt you come around me at least twice. I want you a puddle of need before I bury my knot inside this sweet fucking pussy, where I plan to stay all night.”
With the way pleasure is coursing through every inch of my body, arousal pooling where Lowie continues to fuck and grind into me, he won’t hear a single complaint from me. This is the most intense pleasure, aside from the night I spent between both twins, I have ever experienced. I never want it to end, my eyes officially open to everything I’ve been missing. And, although it took me until now to get rid of my virginity, every ounce of me is ecstatic it was to one of the guys I plan to keep.
And he’s making it a pretty easy decision, too, as his hips flex with every pump of his shaft. The feeling of fullness does something unexplainable to me, and I find myself wanting to press my chest lower to the bed, white-knuckled grip clenching tightly to my new sheets that are being so beautifully christened.
“Christ, Angel. You’re getting tighter and tighter every time I sink into you,” Lowie growls, sounding far more unhinged than he did moments before, and the sound of him unraveling has me arching my back as he takes me harder and faster, not a single bite of pain breaking through the unparalleled pleasure I’m welcomingly drowning in.
With every thrust, my body tightens, and through my moans and the delirious arousal rocking my body, I realize just how close I am to toppling over the ledge Lowie is gunning for. And, sure enough, he knows it, too .
“You’re close, Angel. I can feel you gripping me. Can smell how turned on you are,” he proclaims through his own pants, his hot body warm against mine, hands roaming over every inch of skin he can get in contact with from where he’s positioned behind me. I’m in such a state, basking in every feeling and emotion that washes over me, that it takes me a moment to realize those hands have pulled my body upward, my back finding itself plastered to Lowie’s heated front.
The new angle is mind shattering, Lowie’s cock sinking impossibly deeper without his knot breaching the tight ring of muscle that will welcome him at any second. It only takes two grinds of his hips before my limbs begin shaking, that ledge drawing closer and closer.
I cry out when Lowie trails kisses over my neck, still fucking me brainless, right before he bites down on the crook of my neck. It’s not enough to break the skin, but I’ll be damned if my omega brain doesn’t confuse the sexy pinch of my skin between his teeth as an attempted bond. Clearly the idea of a bond with him is all I need to careen over the edge of a fucking cliff, moaning loudly as my climax washes over me so suddenly that I almost tip forward. If it wasn’t for Lowie holding me to his chest, one arm banded beneath my breasts while the other claims my hip in a tight grip, I’d surely be a puddle on the bed once more.
“Shit, that’s it, Angel. Just like that,” Lowie croons, his voice rough with arousal. It only drags my orgasm out that little bit longer, my walls fluttering rapidly around him while I try to catch my breath and sanity. Something that doesn’t last very long before Lowie trails the hand on my hip downward, his nimble fingers finding my clit with expert ease.as he whispers in my ear, “One down, another to go. I want you gushing before I’m buried to the hilt inside you, baby.”
“Fuck,” I whimper, that bundle of nerves beyond sensitive, the first touch of his fingers making my walls tighten enough that Lowie grunts behind me.
His other hand finds purchase around my neck, like a hand collar that only tightens a fraction, keeping me secured to his heaving chest. What’s absolutely crazy is how much I like it, a new flush of slick pooling between my legs, dripping all over Lowie and down my inner thighs. I’d be more embarrassed if Lowie hadn’t cussed and moaned in my ear, his fingers exploring where he’s still buried inside me, coating his fingers in my wet heat before finding my clit once more.
“Lowie,” I moan, gripping the arm attached to the hand around my throat, my back aching in such a way that I feel his knot pressing into me. He teases that ring of muscle like he knows exactly how to get a rise out of me, and if I wasn’t so out of my mind for him, I’d question it.
As it was, the fucker circles my clit with the perfect amount of pressure and speed, right before he tilts my head and grits, “Give me another, Juniper. Come for me, because I need to be knot-deep right fucking now. You’re driving me crazy, baby.”
Stretched around him, his cock so deep that I can’t even fathom where I end and he begins, I drop my head to his shoulder while I moan, pant, and gasp with every grind of his hips and touch of his fingers. It takes very little effort and time before I’m racing toward another finish line, a thin coat of sweat covering my skin to match Lowie.
“Oh, shit, yes. Let it go, Angel. Come all over my cock,” he demands roughly, pushing that little bit deeper until his knot meets resistance at my opening. It’s all it takes to send me hurtling into another release that has me seeing stars, my vision blurring at the same time my body grows entirely lax.
I’m only vaguely aware of Lowie lying me down, his chest still plastered to my back, all while I try to snag some semblance of sanity and catch my breath. I can smell him all around me, his sandalwood and coconut scent that sends pulses of comfort and warmth through me as his hands are roaming over my trembling body, his touch fervent and soft. I’m smiling through the afterglow even as I remember the way his inflated knot is burrowing against my opening, enjoying the feel of him inside me, on top of me, and all around me. It’s maddening and addictive and something I want to experience for the rest of my life.
When he doesn’t make to move, to finally give me what he’s been teasing me with, I wiggle beneath him and mutter into the pillow, “Are you waiting for me to beg?”
Lowie chuckles at my teasing, brushing my hair from my face to say, “Just waiting for you to come back down to earth, Angel. You with me?”
“I’m with you,” I whisper, nodding with my smile in place. “Make me yours, Lowie.”
Groaning, he leans in to claim my mouth in a brutal kiss right before he pumps his hips and slots his knot into my body without warning or preamble. I’m pretty sure I black out from the pleasure overload, only coming to when my body convulses with another orgasm that seems to last eons.
“Holy shit. Oh my fucking god,” Lowie chants against my mouth, clinging to me so tightly that it’s a miracle I can intake even a sip of air. Not that I mind, finding huge amounts of enjoyment in the way he can’t seem to let me go, even as his hips grind against my ass and I’m mewling at the insane feel of all of him buried inside my pussy. “Fuck, Juno. That feels better than anything I would have imagined.”
His words take a moment to register in my mind, even slower for understanding to dawn on me. But, surely not, right? I mean, with that expertise? The way he touches me, speaks to me, handles me? Maybe I heard him wrong, because there’s no way it sounds like Lowie just inadvertently told me that he, too, was a virgin. Right?
Before I can even form a response to that particularly mind-blowing revelation, Lowie is turning us on our sides, his knot securing us both together in a way that is far more intimate than I’d have ever thought of. As soon as I’m on my side, Lowie slings my leg over his, opening me wide, and I can’t help but peer down the expanse of my body to look at where his cock and knot are nestled inside me .
As soon as he has me where he wants me, Lowie begins thrusting shallowly, moving only as much as his knot will allow, and I swear it sends me into another dimension. His knot rubs against every sensitive nerve inside me, all while his cock drags against my still fluttering walls, creating a sensation I’ve never felt before but could easily grow addicted to. I can feel him everywhere, his scent filling the room, mingling with mine so beautifully that I debate whether or not I’ll actually wash my sheets once we’re done. And all the while, Lowie hugs me to him, melding my body to his as he fucks me closer and closer to yet another orgasm that I feel racing toward me with all of the force of a rocket being launched into outer fucking space.
“You gonna to come again, baby?” Lowie groans into my ear before kissing the skin behind it. He follows it with several more along my neck and shoulder, while one of his hands splays over my lower stomach just above my pubic bone, and the other cups my heavy breast, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipples. “You have no idea how badly I want you to come again. That pussy pulsing around me while you make more of those sexy sounds I’m obsessed with. Give it to me, Angel. And take me with you. Milk me for every drop I have, I’m fucking begging you.”
Oh, fuck. Shit, fuck. Oh my god.
I didn’t know I had that particular kink, but the way his words are strained around his pretty pleas is enough to send me careening into another mind blanking, eyesight taking, breath stealing orgasm that I feel down to the very marrow of my bones. My walls pulse around him as I scream into the pillows below me, my climax stealing all thoughts and sanity beyond the feel of him inside me and the sheer pleasure Lowie brings me.
“Fuck, yes,” Lowie grunts from behind me, right before I feel his knot expand only slightly and I feel the heat of his come spurting into me with his own release, his groan vibrating against my back enough to make me shiver and sigh .
It takes a moment for me to gain control of my breathing once more, my heart slowing until it isn’t beating rapidly like it’s trying to escape the bones of my ribcage. By the time I come down from such incredible highs, I realize Lowie has repositioned us to our sides. I’m curled against him, his front plastered along my entire back while his arms bracket my head and waist, hugging me tightly to him. He’s still lodged inside me, not an uncomfortable feeling, only full and settled and… somehow oddly at ease.
With a tremor, I lift a hand and start trailing it over his sweat slickened skin, smiling at the way he shivers at my touch. Lowie hugs me tighter as he presses a kiss to the back of my head, and I hear him inhale, taking in a lungful of my scent, before he sighs as though he’s finally found home.
“How are you feeling, Angel?” he asks me so softly it’s a wonder I manage to hear him.
I’m still smiling as I answer. “Pretty damn good, actually. How are you feeling?”
“Pretty damn good,” he echoes, laughing against my head when I snort.
We’re silent for a long moment after that, both simply enjoying one another’s touch. The fingers attached to the hand and arm beneath my head play with my hair, while the hand tucked beneath my breasts begin to draw lazy patterns over my skin, and my eyes slowly grow drowsy while exhaustion rolls over me like a slow tide.
“You asleep?” Lowie whispers sometime later, his body still joined with mine, and my lips twitch.
“Yeah,” I whisper back, my smile growing when Lowie snickers.
“You comfy?”
“The comfiest,” I answer honestly, hugging his arm tighter to me as I breathe him in, the most relaxed I’ve been in a while. So long, in fact, that it would make me cry like a bitch if I wasn’t still in a state of sated bliss, surrounded by Lowie .
He pulls my comforter over us, barely jostling us, and he kisses my neck where he’d bitten me. With a rasp to his words that reveal how much he wants to, he dutifully informs, “You’re lucky I didn’t break the skin, or else you would have been stuck with me in more ways than the current.”
Laughing, my body clenching down on him and making him groan and shove his face into my neck, I tell him, “You make that sound like a bad thing.”
Lowie pauses for a moment, thinking over my words, before finally asking, “That something you’d want?”
“A bond?” I wonder, raising his hand and pressing a kiss to each fingertip.
I feel him nod before he pushes, “Yeah. A bond. With me? Us?”
I don’t even have to think about it, because even though we’ve only just found each other again, I know deep in my soul that all five of them were meant to be mine. I don’t need time to question the ease with which my words come out, only that they’re true and real. “I think I’ve always wanted that with you. Before I left, you were all my pack to me. My family. Nothing has changed since I left, Low. I wouldn’t have been mad if you’d bitten and bonded with me there and then.”
Lowie groans. “You really shouldn’t say things like that when I’m still knot-deep inside you, Angel.”
“You asked,” I laugh, turning my head to face him. When he peers down at me, light-blue eyes softening, I grin and tell him, “Feel free to bite me whenever you want.”
“Fuck’s sake,” he growls, before shutting me up with a bone-melting kiss that has my toes curling and my body ready for round… You know what, I don’t even know or care. Lowie can fuck me six ways to Sunday, and I’ll welcome it gladly.