15. Chapter Fifteen #2
Before she can protest, I flip us in one smooth motion that sends me onto my back, the cushions dipping beneath me as she lands astride my waist. Her eyes widen, lips parting. I thrust my hips upward, grinding against her core and for a breathless second panic flickers across her face.
Then... she melts .
Her body drapes over mine, a perfect curve against my chest, her thighs bracketing my hips like they were made to fit there.
The damp heat of her cunt presses against the strained front of my clothing, wringing a gasp from her.
Instinct takes over and her nails bite into my shoulders as she rocks down, desperate for that friction, those sweet sparks of contact that make her whine high in her throat.
"That's it," I fist the robe at her waist to hold her steady. "Take what you want. Use me."
Her hips stutter at the command, her flush darkening, but the steady throb of my cock beneath her must reassure her because suddenly she's moving in earnest. Small, sinuous rolls that turn frantic as she chases that slick glide against me.
Her breath comes in shallow bursts against my neck, her scent drowning me, and Gods help me, I swear I taste her on my tongue when I inhale. She's close. I can feel it in the way her thighs shake, how her nails scrape down my chest like she's afraid she'll float away if she doesn't hold on.
"So fucking pretty," I groan, dragging her hips harder against mine. "That's it. Just like that. Let go. I’ll catch you."
She’s breathtaking in her submission, her heat guiding her inner instincts.
It cuts right through me, the proof of trust flickering inside her, shining past the scars and heartbreak I will spend a lifetime mending if she’ll let me.
Underneath all that ruin there’s a woman who reaches for her mate-bond.
The truest part of her is giving herself over, and that alone is enough to make me believe in everything we might build together.
Her perfect breasts bounce in my line of sight with each frantic grind of her hips, flushed pink at the peaks and glistening with a sheen of sweat. They're small given her starved state but her nipples are hardened, and Gods, my mouth waters at the sight.
"Can I taste your breasts, Sunshine?" My voice is shredded.
Her breathy whimper is immediate, her fingers tunneling into my hair as she arches toward me, offering herself to me.
I don’t hesitate.
Dipping my fingers between her thighs, I gather her slick before dragging it up the soft swell of her breast, painting her skin with her own arousal. Roses and honeyed heat floods my senses, and I groan, low and rough, before closing my lips over her nipple.
She gasps, her thighs clamping around me as I suck hard, laving her with broad strokes of my tongue. The taste explodes across my senses, sweet salt and musk, unmistakably hers. I worship every inch with teeth and tongue, alternating between gentle nips and deep, rhythmic pulls.
I pin her hip down against my aching cock with one hand while the other kneads her free breast, thumb circling her neglected nipple until it pebbles tighter beneath my touch.
Her back bows, a broken sob tearing from her throat as she grinds, riding the rough fabric of my jeans in frantic, uneven strokes .
I don’t understand how Ronan kept himself together.
I want to unravel. Free my cock and sink into her heat and give her the release we both want.
Her rose is sharpened with peppery anise and is filling every pore in my body.
I’d gladly cover myself in her slick and wear it like a second skin, but I hold myself back.
I will do nothing to betray her trust even if the impression of the seam of my sweats is a permanent mark on my dick.
"Fuck, you taste divine." I rasp against her skin, biting down just enough to make her cry out. "Gonna ruin me, baby. Fucking ruin me."
She whimpers, her body caught in the cruel grip of her heat but unable to tip over the edge. Her movements grow frantic and uneven, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps.
Leah’s head snaps around, her eyes bright, pleading as pine and vetiver, orange zest and cloves floods the room. A broken whine tears from her throat as she locks onto Ronan and Gabriel.
"Your other Alphas are here," I murmur, smoothing a hand up her sweat-slicked spine. "They’ll help you, but they’ll need to come to your nest. Will you let them in? To help ease your pain?"
She sobs, her body bowing as another cramp wracks her. "A-Alpha!" Her shattered plea is raw and unfiltered, and I thank the Gods she’s allowing us this.
Ronan’s massive frame prowls over, his dark eyes molten with hunger. Gabriel follows, his freckled skin flushed.
"Thank you, Kitten. We’ll take care of you." Ronan hooks a finger into the loose robe still clinging to her shoulders and peels it away, baring her completely to the room and my fucking Gods. She’s breathtaking .
Her skin glows in the low light, every inch of her shimmering with a fine sheen of sweat. Her dark hair clings to her neck in damp tendrils, the wild tangle of it framing her face.
Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath as she chases her desperate climax, the peaks stiff and dusky pink, begging for mouths and hands. Every curve is a masterpiece. She’s beautiful now and once she’s filled out more and looked after properly, she’ll be stunning .
The bruises and scars covering her body are evidence of the extent of the torment she’s known. Years of agony. Some victims we’ve rescued are only shells, but our Omega is alive and burning between us.
She’s so strong.
She’s survived despite everything that’s happened to her through no fault of her own. I’ll tell her every day until she truly believes it herself.