29. Seb
Chapter 29
Seb
H oly shit.
When I had resolved to talk to Hazel, I had expected it to go well, but I didn’t expect it to go that well.
Her lips were soft, impossibly so, even as she crashed them against mine.
That touch was enough to open the floodgates. Gripping her waist, I pulled her over to me, lifting her with ease so our bodies were pressed together.
Shoving my nose into the juncture between her neck and shoulder, I inhaled deeply, that sweet cherry cola scent filling my nose and making saliva pool in my mouth. Hazel’s smell was something I had basked in hundreds of times before, but now it was so much stronger, sweeter.
Ever since her suppressants failed, she had become almost dangerously potent. Even as I nipped at the skin, making her moan and writhe against me, I knew I was ruined for anyone else. How could I ever be expected to go back to the status quo? Hazel was mine and, fuck, I was never going to let her go.
Cupping her neck, I held her against me, enjoying the way her small, lithe body molded to mine.
“Please tell me we’re going to fuck,” she murmured against my lips.
Fuck.
“I’ve thought about doing that probably a hundred times since moving in,” I admitted as I let my hand slide into her shirt, soaking in the feel of the soft skin under my hand. Would her skin taste as amazing as she smelled?
Hazel pulled back ever so slightly, her hands finding the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it off in one fluid movement, leaving her in just her bra and those tiny sleep shorts that hugged her ass beautifully.
One quick flip was all it took to pin her under me, and I pressed her into the mattress, hands roaming over her body, memorizing every curve.
My cock was painfully hard as I ground against her, only a few thin scraps of fabric separating me from her warmth.
Her hands clenched my shirt, desperately trying to pull it off me. They didn’t stop there, though. Once my shirt was thrown across the room, she clawed at my shorts, insisting they come off without ever removing her lips from mine.
So needy and demanding.
Who knew my Hazelnut could be so bossy without words?
I fucking loved it.
She panted heavily as I kissed my way down her neck and over her chest until my lips found the curves of her breast. I pulled down the cups of her bra to play and lavish attention on her nipples. She squirmed under all the attention, the most beautiful little whimpers of pleasure escaping her throat.
“I swear to God, Sebastian Coombs, I’ve been waiting for this for far too long. Don’t make me wait any longer,” she growled, her hand tangling in my hair.
“So impatient.” Tutting lightly, my voice was rough. “I have also been wanting this for quite a while, Hazelnut, so you’re just going to have to be a good girl for me while I taste you.”
My words were complete and utter bullshit. I was far too excited, and I knew it wasn’t going to last long, but the least I could do was get my mouth on her delectable smelling pussy before I was knot deep.
“I… uh… okay,” Hazel agreed in a breathy voice as her perfume filled the room, clearly broadcasting that she was enjoying herself.
Sitting back on my knees, I gently peeled her shorts off, taking my time as her pussy was exposed to me. Wetness glistened on her lips, just begging me to have a taste.
Diving in, I ate her like a starving man. Sweet, tart cherry burst across my tongue as Hazel’s thighs clamped down around my ears. I gripped her thighs, prying them apart so I could dive deeper, nipping and sucking lightly on her clit.
Nothing had ever tasted as good as her; I could have spent the rest of my days between her legs, surviving off her nectar alone.
“You taste so fucking good, Hazel. I’m going to spend all my time feasting on you. Now that I’ve had a taste, I’m never giving it up.”
Releasing one of her thighs, I teased her entrance with two fingers, circling a few times as I sucked her clit before slowly inching them in.
Sweet holy fuck. Hazel’s pussy clamped right down.
My cock wasn’t going to survive.
Oh, well.
It would be worth it.
The hand clenched in my hair tightened, the pain in my scalp only amplifying the hundreds of sensations rocking through my body.
“Fuck! Too much!” Hazel cried, her body convulsing as my fingers found her G-spot and rubbed. Hard.
Her body trembled, and a rush of wetness soaked my fingers as she came, her back arching off the bed, a keening cry escaping her lips. As she squeezed my fingers so tight they tingled, I grinned around her clit.
My ego—and other parts of me—were already rapidly growing, and she wasn’t making it any easier.
“Fuck,” Hazel panted, her body sagging back into the mattress.
“That’s what I’m about to do.” I laughed, placing one final kiss on her clit before pulling my fingers out and climbing over her.
Her face was flush, eyes bright and smiling. “Good,” she declared, hands grabbing my hips, dragging me forward.
Freeing my cock with one hand, I lined it up with her entrance, holding it there for a moment, making her squirm.
My patience was shit, though. As much as I wanted to make her squirm and beg, I was too desperate to feel her heat wrapped around my cock.
My mind blanked at the sensation of her walls engulfing me, and I inched forward, trying not to come immediately.
Fucking incredible.
I want to rut into her so badly, to fuck hard and fast. At the same time, I wanted to take it slow and savor every second.
Hazel threw her head back, her moans echoing off the walls as she clawed at my shoulders, trying to pull me closer.
All too soon, our hips were pressed together. My head buzzed with the pressure. It was perfect. She was perfect.
I intended to give her time to adjust to my size, but her writhing made it impossible to stay still. Her hips gyrated, seeking friction.
“You’re mine, Hazel,” I told her in a low, gravelly voice while nipping at her earlobe. I thrust slowly, building the pressure. “I fucking hate how long it took me to realize it, but I’m going to spend the rest of our lives proving to you that you’re mine. You and our peanut. You’re it for me.”
“I love you,” Hazel whispered, resting her forehead on mine.
Those three little words broke what restraint I had. I was actually fucking Hazel, my best friend since childhood. It was actually happening. It felt downright surreal, but I was on cloud nine and didn’t want to question it.
Grabbing her thigh, I hiked her leg over my hip, spreading her wider for me and thrusting forward, her entire body moving with the force of it.
A strangled scream escaped her mouth as her wetness increased.
“Fuck, you just gushed all over my cock like a good girl.” Praising her came naturally to me. She was amazing, after all. “I love you so fucking much.”
Pleasure thrummed through my body, and my teeth physically hurt with the desire to bite her—I wasn’t stupid, though. If I bit her, she would kill me in a slow and sadistic manner.
“So hard, so full,” she cried, shaking her head with the intensity of it all.
Her heels dug into my ass, encouraging me, my omega desperate for more friction as her pussy convulsed around my cock, tightening so much that my thrusts became disjointed.
“You’re strangling my cock, Hazel.” I chuckled lightly.
She shrugged. “Maybe you should knot me, then.” How was she able to be both adorable and sexy at the same time? It wasn’t fair.
“What makes you think you’re in charge here?” I asked, nipping at her pouty bottom lip.
“Because I am?” she said. “I mean—oh!” Her words were cut off by a particularly sharp thrust.
“What were you saying?” I asked, unable to keep the smirk off my face.
She huffed. “Fine! You can be in charge, as long as you keep fucking me,” she said, her hand raking over my biceps, her grip so tight, she was probably leaving marks.
“Good girl,” I cooed, holding her thighs open and setting a brutal pace.
Hazel’s walls tightened around me, clamping down as she came, her lips finding my shoulder and biting down.
Hard.
Omegas biting alphas was a dangerous game. It was the laying down of a gauntlet.
Only, I couldn’t bite Hazel.
Not yet.
“Such a fucking tease,” I growled, fucking her though her orgasm. “One day, I’m going to bite you back, and you’re going to have my mark for everyone to see.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” she chanted as my knot started to inflate.
“Now, are you going to be a good omega and take my knot?” I asked.
She nodded frantically, tears gathering in her eyes.
The base of my spine started to tingle, and I knew what was coming, so I slammed home one more time, completely filling Hazel as my cock throbbed with release, my knot rapidly expanding.
“Holy shit!” I cursed, resting my forehead on hers as my body trembled. Her walls fluttered around my knot, and nothing had ever, ever felt this good.
There would be no going back. Hazel was perfect, and she was it for me. For-fucking-ever.
“You’re mine, omega.”
“Sounds good,” she agreed in a panting, pleased voice. Her face was flushed, and she wore a satisfied smile as she slowly came down from her high, snuggling against me with a soft murmur. “All mine.”