Chapter 18 #3
And I’m lost. Completely, utterly floating on the sensation, finally surrendering to what my body has been screaming for since the moment I met these men.
To him. To them. To this pack that’s claimed me whether I was ready for it or not.
As the water sloshes around us, spilling over the edges of the tub with every powerful thrust, as Noel drives into me with increasing power, and as I cling to him like he’s the only solid thing in my collapsing world, I finally stop fighting.
I finally let myself fall.
And trust that he’ll catch me.
NOEL
Hannah feels so fragile in my arms, and every primal instinct in my body roars with satisfaction at having her vulnerable, trusting, completely mine.
She cries out, her grip on my shoulders tightening desperately, those perfect legs wrapped around my waist like she’s afraid I’ll pull away. Like I’d ever stop giving her what she needs.
I kiss her while I move inside her, spearing deep, hungry for her to feel every single inch of me. I’m compelled to make her understand exactly what I can give her. What her body has been craving.
Her entire body shudders against mine, trembling, and I fucking love seeing her this way. No walls. No resistance. No overthinking. Just raw need and desperate surrender.
She draws her lower lip between her teeth, sucking on it as I slowly pull out before pushing back in. I start out measured, controlled, letting her adjust to my size. But the water moves around us with each thrust, and she’s completely lost.
Exactly where I want her.
I kiss her again, hard, possessive, claiming, and I love how fucking sweet she tastes, how she kisses me back with a yearning. She clearly can’t get enough.
When I draw back just enough to stare into her eyes, I say, “I don’t want you to ever forget that you are mine. And I will take care of you. Always.”
She stares at me with those wide brown eyes, pupils huge, and then a purr rolls over her throat, a genuine Omega sound that buzzes through her entire chest and straight into mine.
I laugh, dark and satisfied. “There’s my girl. So fucking beautiful when you let go.”
She clings to me, and I give her what she’s begging for with her body, taking her harder, faster, the water creating resistance but also adding sensation.
Her breasts bounce with the movement, disappearing under the waterline, then emerging again, nipples peaked and tight, and watching them is driving me absolutely feral.
She’s so tight around me, squeezing my cock with every thrust, and my need bursts forward, consuming rational thought. She’s clamping down around me, her inner walls fluttering, making me want to ruin her for anyone else.
“More,” she begs against my neck, her voice wrecked. “Harder, Noel—”
Hearing her say my name like that, hearing her beg, destroys whatever control I’m clinging to.
But the water is limiting what I can give her. Slowing things down when my girl clearly wants my full force. Happy to oblige. I pull out completely, and she cries out in protest, trying to pull me back. “Noel, no, don’t stop—”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise against her mouth, kissing her hard. “I just want to give you what you need properly. Up on your feet with me.”
She stands, the water reaching mid-thigh, and my hands go immediately to her tiny waist. Her gorgeous body is on full display, water dripping down her curves, and I take a moment just to look.
Mine. All mine.
I turn her to face away from me, running one hand slowly down her spine, feeling her shiver under my touch. “Bend over for me and grab the edge of the tub. Hold on tight, princess.”
My hands fall between her thighs and spread them wider, positioning her exactly where I want her.
And because I can’t resist, I lean to the side to take in the full view of her bent over in front of me. Fuck, her pussy is glistening with her slick—wet, swollen, ready for me.
A groan tears from my throat at the sight. “So beautiful.”
She’s already grinding her hips, seeking friction, and I stand directly behind her, lining up my cock with her waiting pussy.
When I sink back into her from this angle, we both groan at the tightness. Then I slam into her hard, and her legs twitch, trembling, trying to hold her weight.
I can’t stop. Won’t stop. The depth I reach in this position is unbelievable. She’s so small compared to me, and my length goes to places inside her that make her scream.
She’s arching her back, crying out with every powerful thrust. “Oh God—”
“I am your god right now,” I growl, leaning over her back, my mouth near her ear. “The only one you worship. The only one who matters. Say it.”
“You’re—” She can barely form words. “You’re the only one—”
“Good girl.” I take her faster, harder, giving her all of me, driving into her with everything I have, gripping her hips.
When she cries out and shatters, shuddering all over, her inner walls clenching around my cock, constricting me, I hiss. And it triggers my own release.
I groan, shoving into her one last time, powerful and deep. My cum floods her sweet pussy, filling her, wave after violent wave, giving her everything I have.
She moans beneath me, her body quivering, both of us lost to each other.
My knot swells at the base of my cock, that sharp sensation of it enlarging rapidly, growing, and I’m pushing all of me into her, including the knot.
She moans at the sensation, the stretch probably intense, and I lean over her back. “You can take it. Take all of me.”
I’m swelling inside her to the knot’s full size, locking us together, keeping us connected in the most primal way possible. And I fucking love this.
It’s only once we’ve both started coming down from the high that I help her stand carefully, supporting her weight. I turn us both around and sit on the submerged ledge inside the spa, her on my lap so she’s sitting with her back pressed against my chest, me still buried deep inside her.
Her breath is coming in shallow, broken pulls, her body trembling against mine.
I’m still buried inside her, still throbbing, still feeling those tight little aftershocks flutter around my length every few seconds.
The air between us is thick with heat and adrenaline, both of us suspended in that sharp, perfect high.
My hands slide up her waist, gripping, savoring every inch of her.
I press my mouth to the curve of her neck, tasting the thin sheen of sweat on her skin, letting instinct take the wheel.
The need hits me fast and violently—the need to claim, to brand, to leave something behind that says she’s mine.
I bite down.
Not gentle. Not tentative. Deep enough that I feel her entire body jolt, that I break skin and taste the coppery tang of her blood.
Her breath catches on a gasp that melts into a moan.
Her walls clamp down around my cock so hard that I hiss against her.
She arches into me, not pulling away, not flinching, but leaning in.
Offering herself. Her fingers dig into my forearms, trembling because her body likes it. Wants it.
Approves.
I groan into her skin, the taste of her driving me insane. Her pulse flutters against my tongue, and I lick over the new mark slowly, taking the few drops of blood she offers me, and feeling her melt back against my chest.
“Fuck, Hannah…” I say, still holding her tight, my cock pulsing inside her, her heat wrapped around me like she was made for this moment.
Only then do I ease the bite into a trail of softer kisses, still claiming but slower now, possessive in a different way. She’s still shaking, still fluttering, still high.
“How was that?”
She tries to answer, but all she manages at first is a shiver and a sound that’s half laugh, half moan. She shifts just enough to glance back at me, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed, her eyes soft with something that looks dangerously close to devotion.
“Absolutely incredible,” she whispers, breath still uneven. “And you marked me.”
I grin. “Now you will never doubt that you belong to me.”
She grins. There’s no fear, no anger, just acceptance. Fuck, I am so obsessed with her.
“Rest against me,” I command gently. “Let your body settle with mine. I’ve got you.” I press another kiss to her damp shoulder. “Once my knot goes down, I’ll make you my famous omelet. Don’t know about you, but sex makes me fucking hungry.”
She laughs breathlessly. “That sounds amazing.”
She lets her head fall back against my shoulder, breathing deeply, finally relaxing completely. I move one arm up to palm her breast, cupping the full weight of it, and I’m in fucking heaven holding her like this.
“You’re a very good girl,” I whisper in her ear.
She softens immediately and giggles. “Not sure why, but the way you say that does something to my body. Makes me calmer.”
“It’s the trigger of an Alpha over an Omega. Your body recognizes its Alpha’s approval and responds accordingly.” I squeeze her breast gently. “Your biology knows who you belong to now.”
She’s exhausted, soft and pliant against me, and her voice is quiet when she speaks. “Noel?”
“Yeah?”
“I love that you found me. That you fucked me like that. I really needed it.”
Pride surges through me. “It’ll get better. You’ll see. This is just the beginning of what I can give you.”
I adore having my Omega melt under my attention like this.
Knowing I satisfied her and gave her exactly what her body was screaming for.
There are so many things I want to do with her, to her body.
So many ways I will make her fall apart.
And I can’t wait to show her all the pleasure I can bring to her.
She’s starting to doze in my arms, her breathing evening out, becoming slower and deeper. Her body goes heavy against me, completely trusting.
I hold her carefully and let myself just exist in this moment.
I don’t remember the last time I felt this content. This right. Like after everything I’ve been through, I’ve finally found the one person who grounds me.
Hannah shifts slightly in her sleep, mumbling something I don’t catch, and I press a kiss to her temple.
Mine. Ours. Finally where she belongs.
And I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take her from us.