Chapter 29 #3
For a moment, I just look at her, taking in how the fabrics of the nest embrace her, how the long, rich brown strands of her hair contrast the bright white of the comforter beneath her.
Noa’s lips are parted as her chest rises and falls in shallow breaths that brush against my own.
It’s the expression residing in her eyes that really gets me.
There’s heat—want—yes, but there’s something else too.
Something fragile and unguarded that’s so full of trust it makes the space behind my ribs ache.
Nestling my hips in the space between her soft thighs, she reaches for me without hesitation. Looping her arms around my neck once more, she pulls me to her until our bodies line up along every point they can. I grunt when the shift has my cock sliding through the wet mess of her pussy again.
The pretty way Noa shudders has me rolling my hips again, dragging my length, tip to knot, through her soaked folds.
A sound, something primal and wholly satisfied, rumbles in my throat as I coat myself in her slick.
She’s more than ready to take me after I got her off in the shower, but I still reach between our bodies.
Her lashes lower, her head falling back as a soft, broken moan escapes her parted lips when I push a finger into her. I work it with a slow, steady rhythm that borders on torturous. Her wetness eases my entry, but the way her snug walls clench has both of us panting.
“Fuck, Noa, you’re so damn tight.” The words scrape out of me, my jaw locked as I fight off the carnal need to just shove her legs wide and thrust deep. I add another finger, stretching her further. “You’re going to choke my cock with this sweet pussy of yours, aren’t you, little mate?”
She mewls and her eyes snap open. Burning as they stare at me, they’re once again in flux, shifting between wolf and human, as she battles with her own beast’s needs. “Please,” she chokes out, hips flexing to try and drive my fingers deeper. “More, Ren. Need you.”
I ease my fingers free and raise them, sucking every trace of her off my skin.
I don’t hide the appreciative sound I make around them and she pants out a sharp curse as she watches me lick up every drop.
I let the moment sit between us for a breath, her taste still lingering on my tongue before I shift.
Keeping myself braced on one elbow, I take my cock in my hand and press the flushed, aching head to her cunt’s slick entrance.
My hips flex with a teasing push that’s just enough to hint at the stretch headed her way.
She moves, her body trying to encourage me to thrust deep, but I hold back, savoring the moment she strains for more and the whimper that accompanies it.
I spent years keeping this moment untouched, unknowingly saving it for the one woman who has owned me from the start. Now it’s here, she’s here, and it takes everything in me not to fall into her all at once. I steady myself, needing her word before I lose whatever restraint I’m clinging to.
Holding her hooded gaze, I rasp, “Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you don’t, I’ll make sure every inch of you knows you’re mine.”
She doesn’t. She just tightens her legs around my hips and pulls me closer, her head lifting just enough for her lips to brush the shell of my ear. “Well? What are you waiting for, alpha?”
Her sinful little taunt does me in.
I thrust forward and her tight pussy has no choice but to let me in, to pull my cock into the wet, warmth I’ve only dreamed of.
Only a few inches deep, and I’m already ruined.
I know nothing will ever compare to this.
Sinking into my mate for the first time is privilege carved into pleasure, and the force of it knocks the air from my lungs.
“Fuck, baby,” I pant.
Noa’s groan at the intrusion tangles with the sound that escapes through my clenched teeth when her tight walls squeeze around my cock.
Her body is burning and tight, and I can feel every tiny shift as I work my way deeper.
I watch her face the whole time. The way her mouth parts on a silent gasp.
The way her dark brows draw in. The way her nails drag lightly along my back like she needs something to hold on to while she adjusts to me.
I’m almost seated fully in the snug clutches of her body when I draw nearly completely out, leaving only my tip buried.
The slow drag has Noa’s breath hitching beautifully, but then it all but punches entirely out of her in a harsh gasp when I thrust forward again, this time I’m driving every inch of my cock into her.
“Ren!” she cries out, her body jolting. Her back bows hard off the nest beneath us as her arms band around my neck tighter and her legs lock around my hips. She holds me to her like she needs as much of my weight on her as she can get.
I hold perfectly still. My muscles shake with the effort, every instinct screaming at me to move, to chase the friction we both know is waiting for us, but I ignore it. Breathe through the clawing, carnal need to take her hard and fast.
“Your body was fucking made for me, Noa,” I bite out, the words coming rough and gravel-deep instead of the reverent praise I meant them to be. But they still reach her. Her body shivers against me as she continues to cling to me. “Are you okay?”
She nods into my throat, the movement small and jerky. Her breath comes in short, uneven pulls. But after a moment, her hips are shifting the slightest bit, seeking more pressure where I’m buried to the hilt in her. That tiny roll that tells me more than words could.
She wants more.
I pull back a few inches, just enough to feel her pussy’s muscles hug me and that rush that surges through me as she does. Then I flex my hips, fitting myself right back in. That’s when it hits me.
The faintest trace of copper. Thin but unmistakable even buried beneath the layers of the perfume of our shared arousal.
The realization slams into me. I yank back on instinct, everything in me stilling, and I wildly search her face like she’s going to confirm what my nose is already telling me. Her eyes meet mine, blown out and bright with need, but there’s something soft too. Something almost shy.
Releasing the lip she’s started to chew on, Noa tips her head toward me and her words are so close I feel her breath ghost across my mouth. “I would have waited forever for you, too.”
She knew I’d saved this for her, I’d told her as much, but she never told me she’d done the same.
She’s kept that truth tucked close. I never would’ve held it against her if she’d given this to someone else, even if the very thought of it makes something violent twist in my gut.
But she didn’t. And my wolf is howling his devotion like she just chose us all over again.
“Sweet one…” My voice cracks around the words. Horror suddenly slices straight through my delight, warmth turning cold in an instant, when it truly sinks in that I. Didn’t. Know. “Shit, baby, did I hurt you? Are you in pain? I—”
Her palms come up to cup my face, and the fear rattling though me stops cold. I look her over, trying to find even the smallest sign of distress or discomfort, but I find none. There’s just her thumbs brushing slow, steady strokes beneath my eyes.
“I’m okay,” she promises, voice tender and sure. “You didn’t hurt me.”
The relief hits hard, but I don’t get to sit in it.
She’s already guiding my face down to hers, pulling me into a kiss that starts soft, a promise and reassurance wrapped together.
It shifts fast. The air between us sparks again, and the kiss deepens with it, all tenderness burning off the moment her hips roll against mine.
It’s replaced by something hotter and needier.
Her lips fall open for me, and I lick into her mouth just as she rocks against me again.
The filthy encouragement has my tenuous restraint quaking again.
“Ren…” she breathes into my mouth, urging me with just the needy sound of my name on her lips.
I give her what she wants and move.
I ease back until the heat of her starts to slip away, then sink into her pussy again, slow enough that she can learn the shape of my cock one stroke at a time.
Each thrust earns me a new sound. A broken sigh. A soft whimper. My name laced through her breaths like a prayer.
“You’re doing so good,” I whisper against her jaw, letting her feel my smile. “You take me so fucking well. You feel so damn perfect wrapped around me, omega, like your cunt was made for me.”
Praise does what it always does to Noa. Her body softens under me, melting and fluttering all at once like she’s been starved for the words.
Her knees dig into my sides, and her nails drag across any bit of skin she can reach, leaving sharp little stings I know will heal by morning but that I plan to savor until they do. Happy to have any mark left by Noa.
We find a pace that makes sense to only us. Somewhere between gentle and hungry, and far from perfect. We bump, adjust, laugh once when we both move the wrong way at the same time.
It isn’t long before she’s moving beneath me with a restless urgency, meeting my hips thrust for thrust. The unholy beautiful sound of flesh striking flesh fills the small space as I pick up speed, driving into her in deep, claiming strokes.
The way her pussy tightens around me, pulling me in, trying to drag me deeper, throws a red haze of lust over my vision.
“I’m the only one, baby.” I nip at the side of her neck, letting her feel the drag of my blunt teeth against her sensitive skin.
She arches into me instinctually, her omega nature searching out more.
Searching out my bite. “The only one who will ever know how fucking perfect it feels to have my cock buried in this sweet body. To know what it feels like when this wet, greedy pussy squeezes me until I forget my own name.”