Chapter 35 #2
Do Betas normally want an Alpha to knot them, even though their bodies aren’t made to take them? I should have looked it up.
“Mommy, can I has more juice, please?” Kaitlin calls, sliding into the dining room in a pair of her new fuzzy socks from Grandma Brooke. She came to see our new house yesterday and brought the kid’s gifts. I adore how sweet she is to them.
“Dinner’s about done, Princess. Go wash your hands while we make plates, okay?” Shepherd tells her, adding a reminder to use a towel to dry them.
I fill her juice and grab water for Shepherd and me while he places our food onto the table. He plasters himself against my back, nose pressed to the sensitive skin below my ear. “I can smell your arousal, Wildfire. It’s driving me crazy knowing you’ve been walking around all day turned on.”
Mortification washes over me when I realize I forgot my feelings would be evident in my scent. One he, an Alpha, would be more tuned into than another Beta. But then I feel his hard length pressed into my back, and need replaces my embarrassment.
“Be patient, and in a few more hours, I’ll take care of your pretty pussy.”
A moan slips from my lips, but he quickly swallows it. The brief, deep kiss does little to save my ruined panties or quell the pulsing between my legs, but it works to hide the noise from Kait. “Yay, burgers! Thank you, Mommy, Papa Shepherd! So yummy!”
Shep’s tongue flicks down the skin of my throat, his breath puffing against me before he steps away. “Yummy, indeed.”
Fates save me, I might combust if this man doesn’t shut his mouth.
The next two hours are full of teasing touches and heated looks.
His knuckle brushing down my spine on my way to the bathroom to get Kaitlin bathed.
A finger twirling a strand of my hair as I sit under his arm watching another princess movie.
Feather-light kisses on my shoulders, wrist, and neck. Any excuse to touch me, he takes it.
And I’m. Freaking. Losing. It.
By the time Kaitlin crawls to my side and tells me she’s sleepy, I’m so wet I’m afraid it will be visible through my sleep pants. “Let’s get you to bed,” I rasp, standing on wobbly legs and opening my arms to her.
She pushes her lip into a pout and looks at Shepherd. “Papa, carry me?”
He easily agrees, sweeping her into one arm and rubbing his prickly stubble against her cheek to make her laugh. His hand cups my ass as he squeezes past me. Boldness sweeps through me, and I return the favor, earning a blinding grin. One full of promise.
While he takes Kaitlin to brush her teeth and climb into her princess bed, I gather our cups and drop them in the sink.
The only thing left to do is check in on my little man.
He’s still sleeping soundly, lost to the white noise machine Omen’s pack bought us.
I grab his monitor, double-checking that it’s charged, and the volume is working when I get into the hall.
Peeking into Kait’s bedroom, I swoon when I see Shepherd tucked beside her, reading a bedtime story.
Her little eyes are so heavy that they keep slipping shut.
I’m not surprised when she’s snoring halfway through the book.
“Sweet dreams, Princess,” he whispers, tucking the blankets around her after he slips off the mattress.
My heart races as he stalks toward me. The tension between us is stretched so taut, I know it’s seconds away from snapping.
“Mine.” The word rumbles from his chest and strikes me like a bolt of lightning, surging from the top of my head straight down to my core.
His shoulder meets my stomach, and he lifts me, carrying me up to the second floor and into our bedroom.
Ever-so-slowly, he glides me down the front of his body, hands dropping to drag my sweatshirt off as soon as my feet touch the floor.
I’m wearing a nursing bra underneath it.
Nothing pretty, but you’d never tell by the look he gives me.
So much heat, I feel like I’m dancing with the flames.
His lips meet my collarbone, tongue darting out to trail along my skin.
It dips between my breasts where the bra presses them together, and then lower, over my stomach to the top of my hips.
“Are you ready, Wildfire?” He dips his fingers into the band of my sweats and tugs it out a bit, but he doesn’t remove them yet.
Feeling daring, I grip his wrists and push, helping him slide the material down my legs. When it pools around my ankles, I drop one of his arms and guide his other hand to my center, letting him feel the wetness gathered there. “So ready.”
I might look as red as a tomato right now, but I feel like a queen. His queen.
Bergamot and sandalwood swirl around me, invading all my senses until I’m almost drowning in them.
His thumb brushes against my clit, a light circle that makes me gasp.
“Lean back against the mattress.” I do as he says, propping myself up on my hands and using the bed to support me.
My panties drag down my legs and slide to the floor, pushed aside with the rest of my discarded clothing.
Then he’s there, lifting one leg onto his shoulder and swiping his tongue through my folds.
Slow, languorous licks and kisses cover every inch of me.
He’s savoring me. Groaning against my skin and using his fingers to spread me open.
When he slips his tongue into my core, nose brushing my clit, I cry out.
That first sound breaks the dam holding back his intensity, and he turns ravenous.
Adding fingers to stretch me open and rub at the pleasure spot deep inside me.
He sucks my clit between his teeth, and I hurtle into the stratosphere, an overpowered firework exploding into an array of blinding color.
He works me through it, fingers digging into my thigh to steady me when my body shakes. I can barely drag in a breath from how powerful that orgasm was. “Wow.”
His chuckle shakes me from the daze and makes my cheeks burn.
Watching his hand run down his stomach to the top of his shorts, I’m overcome by the urge to taste him again.
My mind quickly changes when he lifts me onto the bed and crawls over me, dick bumping against my thigh.
Another time, I will have him in my mouth again; I’d rather have him inside me.
“I love you, Hannah Wilson,” he whispers, nose brushing mine. He’s staring into my eyes, letting me see every ounce of truth written deep in his soul. “Now, I’m going to make you mine.”
“Please,” I beg. Needing his claim on me, inside and out.
Resting on one elbow, he grips his length in his fist, smearing pre-cum over the tip.
He lines himself up, eyes flickering from my core to my face.
Then he pushes in. One firm thrust made easy by the wetness of my first release.
I sigh, eyes slipping closed and mouth parting at the stretch.
He kisses me, tongue sweeping into my mouth while he waits for me to adjust.
I dig a hand into his short, strawberry-blonde hair and tug him back.
“Alpha,” I whimper, needing him to move.
He starts at a steady pace, deep and hard.
I love the way it jerks my body, trying to push up the bed.
One of his hands tangles in my hair, pulling my head to the side so he can kiss and lick at the skin of my neck.
I’m panting, hands clawing at his back as he quickens his pace, slamming into me over and over.
“Shep-herd.” Broken words and soft mewls fall from my lips as I build toward another orgasm. Not like this. I shake my head, trying to force the words through my pleasure-filled mind. “Knot. Me.”
He stills, brows furrowed. “Hannah, I can’t. That’s something we have to work up to. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Narrowing my eyes, I grab his cheeks and pull his face to mine.
“I’ve pushed two children out of my body.
Your knot isn’t nearly as big as their heads.
I. Can. Take. It. Knot me, and then bite me.
” Uncertainty still flashes through his eyes, fingers flexing on my waist, so I lock my legs behind his ass and open my heart, letting my confidence shine through.
“Alright, Wildfire, but if it’s too much, we stop.”
Jerking my head in a nod, I let him pull back to his knees.
He palms my thighs, pushing them outward and toward my chest. I hold them, watching his dick glide in and out of me in short, slow thrusts.
He pushes all the way in and grinds against me, the slight swell of his knot getting coated in my wetness.
Two fingers press in alongside his length, stretching my walls.
I’m already so full, I can’t imagine what it will be like to have his knot swollen inside me. But I want to know. To feel all of him.
Dropping his hands to my hips, he moves a little faster now, eyes glued to my hole.
A slight burning sensation tells me he is starting to slip inside.
It grows stronger with his next thrust, and by the third, it pops.
So much pressure explodes in my core. Every nerve ending down there screams as he swells and locks inside me.
He drops, face pressing against my neck and thumb rubbing against my clit to ease me through the knotting. “That’s it. You’re doing so fucking good for me. Feels so good wrapped around my knot. Fuck, I can’t-”
An endless orgasm steals my breath when I feel his cum coating my insides, and his teeth sink into my throat. I shatter over and over, sobbing through each wave of pleasure until I float on euphoric clouds of stardust.
Our bodies move, him rolling to his back so I’m sprawled across his chest, but I can’t form a clear thought to say anything yet. It doesn’t matter, because he can feel it. The intertwined black and red strands in our chests carry our emotions to each other. Our love.
A tear slides down my cheek as I turn my head and brush my lips across his. This is… perfection in its purest form. He’s my Alpha, and I’m his Beta. With the mate mark to prove it.