Chapter 10 Reign
REIGN
I fell back asleep, which was good. I needed it. So much had happened in such a short period of time, most of which I couldn’t even fully process. But one thing was for sure, there were going to be consequences, and I was going to need to deal with them.
It surprised me I was able to fall asleep at all since we arrived, much less with Ezra not being by my side. I struggled to sleep on a normal day. And this wasn’t that.
If you had asked me before I fell asleep what I’d dream about, it would have been being kidnapped by my father, forced into a toxic marriage to someone I wanted no part of a life with.
But no, that wasn’t where my mind wandered.
It went straight to Ezra. Maybe it was because he was no longer by my side and subconsciously I knew that, or possibly it was because I wished he was there. Not that it mattered which it was.
My dreams didn’t focus on being rescued from the storeroom or his wolf.
I dreamed of kissing Ezra, and Ezra kissing me, and licking me, and nibbling on me, and sucking on me, and teasing my slick hole with his fingers, and begging me to be his.
It was the sexiest dream I’d ever had, and I hated being torn from it.
That was until I opened my eyes and saw the man of my literal dreams looking down at me.
His face was serious, filled with what I could only interpret as worry. He had something to say. Heck, he’d just talked to his brothers, he probably has a lot of somethings to say.
I didn’t care about any of that.
My cock was hard, images of my dream still flitted through my mind, and gods, he smelled good. I needed him like I’d never needed anyone in my life. I was hard and slick and oh so ready for his knot.
I was not an omega to be physical with anyone. I wouldn’t call it being shy, more reserved. But with him, all of that protectiveness was gone. All that was left was this magnetic pull I felt toward him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and yanked him to me, slamming my lips into his, owning them, devouring them. There was nothing soft or sweet about it. I needed him, and I needed him now. I didn’t have experience to fall back on, doing what felt right.
At first, he was frozen, letting me kiss him but not responding. A flash of fear slammed into me. Had I completely misjudged the situation?
But as I was about to pull away, he growled.
Like full-on, his wolf was speaking through him, growl.
It was hotter than the sun, and his chest was still vibrating against mine as he took over the kiss.
He was no longer holding back. He kissed me like he owned me, and goddess, I wanted him to own me.
“Please, alpha, please take me. Alpha, I’m yours.”
“Mine,” he whispered, but then snapped away and shook his head. “We shouldn’t. We can’t.”
His words were telling a different story than his body, his eyes not fully human and his jeans tight.
“We can. We both want this… need this. I’m yours. Please want me to be yours.”
“Only mine.”
“Only yours.”
And the next thing I knew, the weight of him was on top of me. His hand on my cheek, his eyes meeting mine. “There is nothing casual about this for me. If there is for you, tell me now and we’ll stop.”
It wasn’t casual? His words echoed in my head.
Was it casual for me? How could it be? I already trusted this man with my life, and I put him in a predicament he should not be in. Of course it wasn’t casual for me.
“It’s not casual. It’s… I’ve never done this with anyone before. Casual fled the county the second I kissed you.”
I reached up for him, and he let me gently guide me back to his lips.
“If you ever want to stop or don’t like something, say the word.” He gave me a sweet peck.
I nodded.
“Use your words. Tell me you understand.”
“If I want you to stop or do something different, I’ll tell you. Promise.”
That must’ve done the trick because he went back to kissing me, his hand behind my head, his fingers woven through my hair, holding me still as he kissed me with such passion, I was surprised I didn’t melt into a pile of goo right there.
His lips broke from mine and pressed a path sweetly across my jawline. It was a change from the rawness of only moments earlier.
“Sexy omega, were you dreaming about me?” He spoke low in my ear, kissing the spot right below it between each word.
“I was. Do you want to know what you were doing in the dream?” I squirmed under him, wanting him to feel my erection, to know how turned on he made me. I might not be skilled and experienced, but I could give him what I would want, and in this case, it was reassurance.
He got up, and for a second I thought I had made an error, said too much, said the wrong thing. It was the exact opposite of what I wanted. But as quickly as he got up, he began stripping his clothes.
“Did you think I was going someplace? As if I could, with you here declaring you are mine.”
He was stunning. His muscles defined, just enough hair to be manly, and what he had to offer in the cock deparment… wow. It was perfection, and the way it stood at attention told me that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
It was time for me to remove my clothes, but as I reached for them, he told me to relax and he’d take care of everything. He stripped me bare with such reverence that not once was I embarrassed. Instead, he made me feel like I was the one in control.
“I can scent how slick you are for me.”
I should’ve been embarrassed. I wasn’t.
“I bet it tastes delicious.” He climbed between my legs. “May I?”
As if I could turn him down when he looked at me like that.
“Please.” It came out as a plea. I’d never done anything like this before, but as he gave the first swipe of his tongue, I knew it wouldn’t be the last time.
He teased my cock with his fingers as he worshipped my entrance with his tongue, lapping it, circling it slowly in a way that had my hips bucking, seeking more, and then finally breaching it and giving me a taste of what I hoped was to come.
My orgasm was close… too close. If he kept going, we were going to be done before he was inside me.
“Alpha, I don’t want to come until you are inside me.”
When I promised to tell him what I wanted… needed, I hadn’t been sure I could follow through, but now that I was here, in the moment with him, it came naturally. I wanted to please him as much as he pleased me, and in this case, he wanted my words.
He sat up on his knees and reached beside me for a pillow. “Up you go.” He tapped my hip, and as I raised them, he put the pillow beneath me. “I want to watch your face when I’m inside you this time.”
This time. He hadn’t meant it more than an explanation for the pillow, but it was the promise I’d longed for. Despite all the crap in our lives, crap I brought upon him, he was sticking with me. Not casual hadn’t simply meant it was important, it meant he was holding on with both hands.
Ezra settled between my legs and I thought he was going to enter me, but instead, he settled on me, his arms bearing most of the weight, and kissed me so sweetly. “Thank you for trusting me with your first time.”
Everything from there was a blur as I lost myself in the feel of him, first teasing me with his fingers, getting me ready for his cock, then him entering me, checking in with me each step of the way, making sure I was okay and that I wanted to continue.
I’d never thought of consent as a sexy thing.
It was more of a necessity. I’d been wrong. It was the sexiest.
And as he filled me completely, he stopped, allowing me time to adjust, watching my face with such wonder.
“Omega mine.” He gave me a kiss and then he moved, slowly at first, but as I started to meet his movements with my own, his pace increased.
It was nearly impossible to hold back. I didn’t want to. I wanted to let go and shoot out between us as he thrust in and out of me. But I also wanted him to not to feel cheated.
“Mate.” His lips caressed mine. “You are disappearing on me.”
He was right. I was.
“I’m trying not to cum,” I confessed.
“That’s an interesting choice. Personally, I am trying to make you come.” He rubbed his nose against mine. “Let go, omega mine. Let me see how good I make you feel.”
He kissed me hard, his hand reaching between us. He wrapped his hand around my cock and jerked it in time with his thrusts. Even if I had wanted to hold back, it was no longer a possibility. It felt too good. Too perfect.
My orgasm raced through me, my cum coating his hand as his name fell from my lips. He helped me ride out my orgasm, his own following. He cried out, his cum shooting inside me as his knot filled me to the point of near pain, connecting us both together.
“Mine.” It was more a growl than a word.
He rolled us over so I was on top and managed to get the quilt over me.
“Yours, alpha. All yours.”