Chapter 17 #2
He won’t push. Won’t take more from me than I’m willing to give.
I know that the same way I know my own heartbeat.
That knowledge steadies me as I gather my nerve and rise, bracing my knees on either side of his torso.
Straddled across him, Rennick’s hands slide down, resting lightly on my hips as his eyes lift to mine.
He watches me like I’m something celestial, something that doesn’t belong to this word but landed here anyway, right in his embrace.
The reverence makes my heart and lower belly flutter.
In different ways, both equally intense.
I pull the sweater off, the fabric crackling with static as my hair falls wild around my face. The dark knit lands somewhere near the pillows, another offering to the mess I’m electing to pretend isn’t starting to resemble a real nest.
Rennick’s gray eyes drag over me, unhurried, devouring.
He’s memorizing every inch of bare skin like he’s been starving for it.
When his gaze catches on my nipples, already tight and aching, he leans in and takes one into his mouth without preamble.
The sound that leaves me is part gasp, part sob.
My hands fly to his head, fingers threading into his hair as he licks and sucks until my spine arches.
Then he bites, sharp enough to make me cry out, before soothing the sting with the slow drag of his tongue.
He switches sides, giving each the same attention. The same unhurried worship.
Each tug on the tight peaks sends a jolt straight down to the slick ache of my pussy until my hips start moving on their own accord.
Need takes over. Still trapped in my sweatpants, I grind against the hard defined ridges of his abdominal muscles, chasing every bit of friction I can find.
Each pass, each spark of pleasure, only makes the fabric dampen until it clings with proof of what he does to me.
Somewhere in the rational corner of my mind, I know that this is normal.
Biology. Omegas are made to slick. To prepare their bodies to yield.
To take their alpha’s knot without pain.
But these changes are still foreign, like I’m on the outside watching it happen to a stranger’s body.
The way my arousal must be spreading across his stomach has heat crawling up my neck.
My wolf inside practically preens with delight, smug and wild, thrilled that we’re marking him in the only way we can right now.
Just when I think my embarrassment might win out over her wolfish glee, Rennick makes a low, appreciative rumble around my nipple. He pops off the bud, his chin coming to rest on my sternum between the swell of my breasts. The look he gives me is molten, full of hunger and something almost proud.
He watches me move.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good, sweet one. Keep going.” The mix of praise and command has another rush of slick dripping from my core. “I want to be drenched in the scent of my omega’s slick.”
A helpless sound slips free. A thin, needy whine that comes straight from my mounting omega.
It’s too much and not nearly enough. My body knows what it needs even if my mind can’t find the words.
Rennick reads the pleas for what it is, though. He knows how to help me.
“You need more, don’t you?” The question comes out like rough velvet.
He shifts, rising until he’s sitting upright. I go with him, sliding down the length of his chest until I’m cradled in his lap. The hard line of his cock pressing against my ass now is impossible to ignore.
Yes, my wolf crows. That. That’s what we need.
Desperate, I grind my hips against the hard, exposed ridge of him. His body jerks, a sharp hiss escaping through his clenched teeth. The sound hits me like gasoline on open flame.
He cups the back of my head, catching my mouth in a kiss that leaves me dizzy. It’s slow, deep, devastating.
When he breaks away, he keeps his forehead against mine, his breath mixing with my own as he rasps, “I’m not going to fuck you, Noa.
I can’t. Not yet.” My wolf wails her protest instantly.
The sound that rips from me more feral than human.
It startles me, but Rennick just smooths his hands down my sides.
Gentle and steady. “Shh. Easy, baby. I know, I want it too, but one of us has to think clearly here, and I won’t disrespect you further than I already have by taking you now.
Not when we both know you’re not ready.” He forces my chin up from my chest. “When I finally bury myself in you, sweet Noa, it’ll be when you can meet my eyes and know—without any doubt—that I am yours. That I’ve only ever belonged to you.”
My wolf trembles beneath the weight of it, fighting not to wilt and mistake his restraint for rejection. But my remaining humility—the sliver that manages to peer through the thick red fog of desire—is grateful he’s not letting my baser instincts decide this for us.
Rennick’s hand cups my jaw. The pad of his thumb shifts to press against my bottom lip until I give in for him, my mouth falling open.
With my shaky exhale, he slides his thumb between my lips and presses down on my tongue.
My body accepts this without thought. I close around him, suckling slow and obedient.
I’m rewarded with another appreciative rumble.
“Good girl.” His praise is a vibration that goes straight to my clit and has my hips rocking with newfound desperation.
The sun has crawled higher in the sky since we first fell into each other.
The light shines across Ren’s face, turning his irises into pools of silver and sin.
His resolute attention tracks the slow drag of my mouth over his thumb, the way my hips rotate restlessly across his lap, searching for more.
Each sway of my body deepens the damp heat between us until I can feel the slick clinging to my upper thighs.
The thin barrier of fabric still between us feels like punishment, keeping him from accessing where I need him most, and I’m just about to whisper my curse at it when he rips his thumb free with a vicious snarl.
I barely have time to register the glint of his claws before they’re there, catching the waistband of my sweats.
A beat later, there’s the telltale violent rip of material giving way.
My breath hiccups as my sweats fall apart under his hands, reduced to shredded ribbons that are being held together by single threads before he pulls them completely from my body.
I’m naked in his lap, every inch of me exposed and waiting for his touch.
We both freeze.
Our air catches in tandem in our throats before we exhale in a synchronized harmony of moans at the first brush of his rigid length running through my drenched pussy.
His weeping, deep red tip bumps against my swollen clit when he shifts his hips in an experimental thrust. His cock slides between my soaked lower lips, the sensation has both of us shivering in each other’s holds.
It’s clumsy in the most beautiful way, because this is new for both of us. We’re still finding our way together, learning how to fall into a steady rhythm. Learning what feels good.
And this feels fucking amazing.
“Again,” I plead, finally forcing my first coherent word into the air between us. My omega half howls with joy and unsatiated hunger. “Please, Ren. I need more.”
He quiets my pleas—the ones skirting the edges of hysteria—by pressing slow, deliberate kisses down the side of my face, then along my throat.
When he reaches the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, he lingers, sucking the spot for a stolen moment before dragging his bearded jaw across it. The scrape sends a shiver through me.
He’s scent marking me. A silent claim.
It settles the wild thing inside my chest just enough that I stop fearing she’ll tear herself apart in her cage trying to reach him.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he promises, his big hands trailing lines of heat down my bare body until they settle on my hips. His fingers dig into my flesh, and I melt into the possessive bite of it. “I’ll make you feel better.”
This time when he shifts his hips to thrust up through the mess between my thighs, I meet him halfway.
The glide of him against me pulls a sound from deep in my throat.
Our foreheads touch, our breaths collide, and the world narrows to the spot both of us are fixated on.
Our gazes locked on where our bodies slip together in wet unholiness.
I spent years thinking this kind of closeness wasn’t meant for me. That I’d live and die without ever learning how it felt to be wanted like this. My wolf saw to that, never allowing anyone to get too close. She guarded me—loyal to a memory I’d forgotten, to a name I couldn’t recall.
But it was always him. He was the only one meant to touch me like this.
Fate carved his name into my skin long ago before either one of us understood what that meant for us.
With every pass of his cock through my soaked folds, the ache sharpens, builds, begging for more.
I tremble, my pussy walls clench and spam around nothing.
The absence of the stretch and fullness that only he can give me is unbearable.
My wolf keens for it, for him to give her what he denies her. What she was made to take. His knot.
I shift until I can feel the swollen base of his dick more firmly against me.
The swelling bulge of his knot nudges my pulsing entrance, and I can’t help the shiver that rolls through me.
It’s just a tease—barely a taste—but it’s enough to send my mind spiraling, to make me wonder what it would feel like to have him fully.
To feel him lock into me and stay there.
Rennick bites back a guttural curse, his muscles tense beneath mine. The sound of his splintering restraint nearly undoes mine. I’m teetering close to the edge, everything inside me coiled too tight, when his arms snake around me and the world spins.