26. Zayden
Chapter twenty-six
Zayden
I ’m in pure euphoria.
It’s like I'm trapped inside a dream as everything is a haze of sweet, freckled skin, and full red lips as Opal becomes my entire universe.
“Zayden,” those hot, swollen lips breathe my name as I lose myself to the euphoria, trapped in my wanton fantasies as my Omega takes the reins.
Mine.
Opal is fucking mine.
I will snap the fingers of anyone who takes her away from me.
Once again, I ride my high as I lose myself inside Opal.
Her lemon cupcake scent surrounds me, trapping me in its snare as she’s all I see. All I want as I take her over and over.
The urge to mate and get her pregnant is strong, and I have never gone this long before.
Surely, I am entering the last wave of my heat, but my Omega is persistent.
He just wants to get the other Omega good and pregnant.
Maybe I've gone into a rut and perish the thought.
I’m not some mindless fucking machine.
That title goes to the Alphas.
It's they who have the urge to mate, mate, mate, fuck, fuck, fuck. To spread their seed far and wide like dandelions in spring.
That’s not me.
Yet as I rail into Opal for the millionth teeth, my cock lost between the thick globes of her ass, I’m starting to second guess that statement.
Now, I am just as much of a mindless fucking machine as Magnus, Levi, and Reed, and there’s no point in fighting it.
May as well enjoy the ride…
Because it’s been one hell of a ride.
“Zayden,” Opal groans beneath me, and thank God she has just as much stamina as I do.
Opal really was made for me, and I don’t care what anyone says.
She’s mine.
Mine, my Omega responds.
Oh, shut the fuck up. We heard you the thousands of other times, you horny freak!
My Omega snaps his teeth at me, and holy shit, he's relentless.
Still, I think about Opal when she gets her heat, and female Omegas are even worse.
And I will let her use me in any way she sees fit.
What would happen if we were both in heat?
Would we be as crazy as each other?
My orgasm comes out of nowhere as I picture us both scratching and biting each other’s skin.
Opal screams in pleasure below me as I must be pounding her hard, and judging by how scratchy her throat sounds, she’s loving it.
I yell, too, and then I collapse down beside her, dropping to her side so I don’t crush her.
Then, I tug her closer to my body, burying my nose in her red mane as I warm my cock inside her for a bit.
There’s no reason to pull it out yet.
If she’s not pregnant after all this, then I will eat my own head.
We breathe in sync as we both catch our breath, and I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation of her lungs as they rise beneath my palm.
When I splay my fingers, spreading them over her chest, her breath hitches.
Now, I enjoy the feel of her wild heartbeat.
It beats in time with mine.
My mind bleeds back into awareness, and for the first time in days, I don’t feel so goddamn restless and horny.
It looks like I am at the end of my heat.
Though not just yet.
Thank God, because I don’t want this to end.
As I lift my head from the pillow, casting my eyes over our sweat-soaked bodies, it finally occurs to me.
We haven’t showered in days.
The nest is decadent with our scents.
Hazelnut and lemon cupcake seasoned with a pinch of sex.
I feel so gross.
Yep. The high has definitely gone, and now I only have one thing on my mind as I lift her in my arms, still buried deep inside her.
Opal wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the shower across the nest.
Magnus and Levi rise.
“Do you need us?” Levi asks.
“No, we’re good,” I reply.
My heat may be ending, but I'll be damned if I don’t get to spend the last few moments with Opal alone.
I turn on the faucet once we reach the shower cubicle, and then I press her back to the glass doors when the jets stream down on us.
Good. That will get the stink of sex off us.
Not that I mind smelling like Opal.
Hot water cascades us, and now I watch as it drips down Opal’s freckled cheeks, and I know it in my heart then.
“I love you, Opal.”
Her hazy eyes enlarge, and I meet startled amber. “What?”
I place my forehead on hers. “I am in love with you, Opal. Sorry. But you’re stuck with me now forever."
The Omega blinks at me rapidly for a moment, mouth parted as she tries to find the right words.
Then her plump mouth widens, and she grabs the back of my shaved head, bringing me closer for a kiss.
“I love you, too.”
Fuck. I have never felt so happy, so complete.
Opal was that missing piece I was looking for.
And I can’t wait to give her my child.
Now my hand runs down her body as I cup the soft muscle of her belly.
Soon, it will be swollen with my child, and I can’t wait.
My dick flexes inside her, and it looks like my Omega is up for a final round.
Maybe this one will be the one that gets her pregnant.
I will get to meet my son or daughter soon.
We fuck in the shower. Opal’s back squeaks up and down the steamed glass as she keeps her arms and legs wrapped around me.
When she tugs on my hair, I lick the water away from her neck, then bite her hard.
She gasps, then throws her head back against the glass, letting the water from the jets cascade down her beautiful face.
Opal clenches around me, and soon she grips a tight hold of my dick just like any Alpha’s knot as I empty my seed inside her.
Then, when we come to, gasping hard as we find our breath, I meet her face.
She has mascara streaking down her cheeks, and it’s time we finally got it off.
Now I grab a cloth and wipe her gorgeous face, making sure to be gentle.
Her skin is so tender, I’m afraid to break her.
It still didn’t stop me from sinking my teeth into her.
Opal is covered in my bite marks, and it’s going to be weeks before those bruises clear up.
Once I clean her face, I grab a loofa and shower gel and lather her up in soap, and Opal bites her lip when I rub circles around her breasts.
Her nipples harden at my touch.
Once she’s squeaky clean, I sit us down, careful not to drown.
But I am already drowning in her.
Opal runs her fingers down my chest, brushing them across my muscles, and we soon fall asleep, surrounded by steam and the sounds of the running jets.
This is the life.