Chapter 26
Devin
Ivaguely remembered wanting to go to Mable’s to check if she was okay, but I didn’t remember much after that.
Before I even opened my eyes, the overwhelming scent of maple hit my nose, going straight to my brain like an electric shock.
Where was I? But then it was wrapped around me like a warm hug, keeping me comfortable and cozy.
There was a weight on my chest, and when I cracked one eye open to look down, I saw Mable was fast asleep on my chest.
She stirred in my arms, looking up at me as she woke. “Oh, hey, how are you feeling?” she asked, stretching languidly as she spoke, which only served to rub her against me, causing other things to stir too.
“Uh… fine,” I said, my mind still foggy and slow. “What happened?”
Her hand touched my face, and she smiled delicately at me. “You had a bit of a fever and seemed out of it. You came here, insisting you were checking on me, but you ended up passing out in my nest after I fed you some soup. You’re not warm anymore, though. Are you sure you feel okay?”
“I feel totally fine,” I affirmed, shrugging with a lopsided grin. “It’s like I wasn’t even sick. What the hell?”
Mable nodded, her eyes twinkling as she sat up straighter. “It was just a twenty-four-hour bug, most likely. I had it as well, but I feel great now.”
“What time is it?” I asked, looking around. I had no idea where my phone was or even what day it was at that point. I’d slept so peacefully that it felt like I’d slipped into a whole new plane of existence. One filled with good dreams and the syrupy scent of my omega surrounding me.
“It’s already midday,” Mable said with a scrunch of her nose. “If you didn’t wake up soon, I was going to order some lunch and not bother you.”
As she said those words, my stomach gurgled with hunger. Mable giggled, giving me a knowing look.
“I think I may be hungry,” I admitted.
Mable turned over, picked up her phone and handed it to me. “Luckily for you, I have a plethora of delivery apps we can choose from.”
I nodded, chuckling as Mable scooted next to me and proudly displayed her phone.
“And maybe while we wait for it to arrive, we can discuss the shitty security this building has.” Leveling her with a look, I raised a brow. It’d been way too easy for me to slip in. I remembered that much.
Mable frowned at me. “This place has okay security! I’ve never had any problems.”
“I got in without even using the intercom yesterday! I could have been anyone at your door.”
This omega was trying to get herself killed or something, and the need to protect her surged through me, undeniable and intense.
A sweet smile graced her face as she patted my cheek. “But it wasn’t anyone. It was a sick alpha I’m getting rather attached to.”
Twenty minutes later, we were enjoying a lunch of Italian food.
I had ordered spaghetti and meatballs, and Mable had gotten herself some fettuccine Alfredo with broccoli.
I didn’t have to pester her to eat her vegetables, which was nice, considering how often I was on the guys’ asses about it—and a bit of a shock, if I was honest. Girl has a hell of a sweet tooth.
“Stop smiling at me all smugly. Not all veggies are evil.” She speared a head of broccoli and delicately shoved it into her mouth while holding firm eye contact. “And these are covered in sauce, which makes them much more bearable.”
“You’ve been eating nothing but sour candy and junk food for weeks.” I raised my brows at her, smirking. “I’m just saying, it’s a shock to see you eat something green.”
Mable tilted her head to the side, a mischievous look in her eyes. “But the sour apple candy I ate was green…”
“Brat,” I murmured, shaking my head.
“Grump.” She laughed, sticking her tongue out at me.
Something flared inside me during the exchange. I was feeling infinitely better now, and the way we did this back and forth whenever we were together always made my thoughts turn decidedly hornier. I wanted her to listen to me. I wanted to make her listen to me.
It wasn’t like I was trying to be cruel or anything; I just wanted to see my sweet Mable so blissed out from what I was doing that she’d listen to me no matter what.
As I held her stare, I could tell she was aware of how the air in the room changed.
She stiffened slightly, slurping up the last of her noodles.
And again, I was right there in the gutter, imagining what else she might suck on.
Fuck, be cool, Devin. Be cool.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Mable could hardly meet my eyes, her gaze flicking between the nearly empty bowl she held and my face.
A soft growl escaped me. There was nothing I could do to stop it when Mable was looking at me like that. All shy and flirtatious. Like she wanted me to call her out on being a brat, wanted me to…
“I’m looking at you like this because you’re a brat who rivals Jasper.” Her eyebrows rose in shock, and damn, I loved catching her off guard like this. “Candy does not constitute food, and you know that. God, sometimes the urge to smack that pert ass is too much.”
Her stare flared, and it was the face I’d longed to see when we’d messed around over the phone. I had fully intended to let Mable be, to come here and take care of her and then go. Clearly, none of that had happened, and hell, if things were already off the rails, why not go nuts, right?
Right.
“Devin.” Mable ducked her head, hiding those pretty hazel eyes from me. “Oh my god…you were sick. Are you sure you can—”
“I can assure you”—I reached for the empty bowl and set it down on the nightstand, took her hand, then placed it over my zipper—“I have fully recovered.”
A marvelous pink colored her cheeks as Mable was forced face-to-face, or hand-to-crotch, as it were, with my straining erection.
Everything inside me roared for me to claim this sweet little omega, finally.
She was this perfect, tiny thing, the rounded swell of her belly a gentle reminder that she was carrying a life—the future of my pack—and I was utterly gone for her.
“I…” A desperate whimper escaped Mable, sweet and delicate. “Oh, god…”
“Will you do as I say?” I released my hold on her hand, allowing Mable to decide where she placed it, and it was a damn treat that it stayed right where it was. “Or are you going to make me use my ‘grumpy alpha’ voice?”
She was still so bewildered, but there was a gleam of wonder and intrigue in her eyes. As I faced off with her, Mable’s shocked expression gradually melted as her syrupy scent went into overdrive. With an adorable little huff, she crossed her arms over her chest and eyed me with a smirk.
“This isn’t being a grump? Or are you this overprotective with all your friends?”
“Friends?”
She blushed even deeper. Oh, that’s it, little one.
A growl took hold of me, reverberating through my chest. I grabbed Mable by the hips, spinning us around so she leaned back against the headboard and I sat positioned between her thighs.
“Lean back, princess.” My voice was a predatory rasp, and Mable’s brows rose to her hairline before a hint of a smirk touched her lips.
“Make me.”
“Remember you said that, princess.”
Without another word, I pressed her back by the shoulders, gripping the waistband of her pants and underwear beneath. Yanking them down her legs, I tossed them to the side and threw her ankles over my shoulder before diving in.
“Devin!”
But I could hardly hear her as I buried my face in her center, licking up her seam in one long stroke that had Mable’s fingers fisting my hair. I did it twice more and then stopped when she began to grind herself against my mouth.
“What!? No!” She started to sit up, a look of desperation on her face.
“Are you going to be my good girl and listen?” I was fucking beaming, loving the way she glared at me, but knew exactly what she needed to do to get what she wanted.
“Y…yes.”
I blew across the slippery skin of her slit, already glistening so brightly with slick. “Yes, what?”
“Ugh! Frick!” Mable’s eyes rolled back before she returned them to me with a glare. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s my good girl.” I hoisted her hips up, using my hands under her ass to lift her. “Now my princess gets her reward.”
I devoured her, relishing in her taste and the perfect way she dug her little nails into my scalp. She squirmed beneath my tongue, especially when I swirled it around her clit. Mable mewled and whimpered, unable to do anything but enjoy herself, which was exactly what I wanted.
Because she’s all fucking mine right now. And the next time she’s carrying a child, it’s going to be mine too.
Teasing her entrance, I dipped my tongue in and out.
I needed her ready for me. It was asking a lot from her tight pussy to have her riding my cock without any warm-up.
I settled her back against the pillows, letting her ass rest on the bed so that I could reach one hand to her seam and slide my fingers inside her.
“Oh! Shiitake!” Her eyes were screwed up tight, and I let out a chuckle as I marveled down at her while guiding my fingers back and forth.
“Shiitake?” I lifted her chin with my free hand. “Such a sweet girl, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes. Ugh! Please. I’m so close.” She rocked against my hand, searching for more.
“Oh, princess,” I mused, slowing down to a terrible, teasing pace. “Are you sure? Such a nice girl has been so naughty about listening to me.”
“Yes, please! I’ll be so good! I promise!”
Her perfect pussy was gripping my fingers so damn tight, and I could just imagine what it would be like to finally claim her, to have her wrapped around my cock. And she had been such a good girl for taking care of me.
It’s the best thing anyone could ever do for me, in fact.
“Come, princess. Come for me, and then you’ll ride my cock.”
Mable shattered, her body pulsing and arching as the orgasm overtook her.
It was a thing of beauty, seeing her so blissed out with every thought driven out of her mind, thanks to the pleasure.
I was about ready to blow myself, and when Mable was Jell-O, breathing in panting gasps, I slipped free and stepped down from the bed to shuck my clothes.
“Shirt off, princess. I want to see you.”
She probably only hesitated because of the wave of euphoria taking over, and when I was naked, I climbed back onto the bed and helped her rid herself of the garment.
Goddamn, she was stunning. Her pert breasts, these perfect handfuls, and the swell of her belly was so remarkable to look at.
Her body was doing that, growing a child.
It was damn impressive and so fucking hot. My instincts demanded I rut her.
Lifting her up, I held her to my chest, pressing my mouth to hers in feverish kisses as I switched places with her. Seated, I lowered Mable slowly onto my erection. She tensed for a moment, the stretch making her hiss.
“Relax, princess. We’ll go slow.” I gripped her hips, doing the work for her so that she bounced up and down on the head of my cock.
Slick coated me, beginning to run down my shaft to my swollen knot, and damn, the sight of it was nearly too much.
“More. Please, Devin. I need more.”
“Anything for my princess.”
Lowering her farther still, I worked with her, thrusting my hips up so that, eventually, she was taking my entire length, my cock sliding deep inside her up to the hilt. But I needed to knot her. I needed to rut into her like I needed to breathe, the instincts excruciatingly strong.
“Knot!” Mable cried out. “I need it. Devin, please!”
Thrusting up, I grunted through gritted teeth as her pussy wrapped around my knot like a vise. She stretched around me, utterly filled. It was perfection, and it took everything not to come right then and there. But I wanted to feel her climax around my cock; then and only then would I follow her.
I’m going to breed her tight little pussy, and this is just the beginning. Because. I thrust hard. She’s. Again. Mine. And again.
We set up an intoxicating rhythm. I did most of the work, gripping Mable’s waist so that she could ride me without overextending herself. The tension built and built, the desperate need to come burning through my shaft and knot.
“Oh, God. Yes. That. That, right there. Please don’t stop.”
“Never, princess. Not until you’re totally satisfied.” She threw her head back, crying out as another release claimed her, slick practically pouring from her. “That’s it. Such a good girl.”
Mable’s pulsing pussy thrust me right over the edge, and I let out a primal growl as I filled her with my seed.
It was something to see her carrying our pack’s child, and I imagined her carrying my own, claiming her like this during her next heat and breeding her.
I would breed her. I would see her round with my child one day.
As if I wasn’t already coming hard enough, the thought made the bliss downright blinding. We rode out the waves of pleasure together, Mable’s slight form taking me so well, and when I knew she was good and satisfied, I relaxed her down to my chest where she could rest until my knot deflated.