Chapter 10
OLIVER
When I came back to myself, I was slumped in Frey’s arms. He stroked up and down my back, over my ass, and around my stretched rim.
“You’re gorgeous when you come,” he told me. “So beautiful.”
I could feel his contentment through the bond.
We’d be together now. My dream alpha and I had made love for the first time, and we’d be together forever. A part of me wanted the realization to sink in, so I could be even happier, but the other part would probably break down and bawl.
I’d waited for this moment for more than four years.
I kissed his throat, breathing in his scent directly from his skin. It comforted me as much as it aroused me. I was gloriously full and stretched on the inside, and the vision of my bulging belly was fresh in my memory.
So fucking hot .
Even the slight ache in my hips felt right—my body needed to change for my alpha.
My hole would get bigger, and my hips would widen.
The channel to my womb would sink lower and loosen.
I couldn’t wait for my pecs to swell and nipples to grow.
I was mated now, and the omega in me yearned for those changes.
Savoring the immense size of him inside me, I inhaled and exhaled slowly.
The knot was pressing on my gland, and his firm cockhead pushed right into the bull’s eye, the mouth to my womb sensitive as hell.
He’d fucked it good. His blunt, large cockhead bumping into it over and over had been the greatest joy I’d ever known.
The pressure up there kept me in this strange state of hazy pleasure and desire.
It was where the bond flowed between us, wasn’t it? Exactly through that spot.
Next time, I’d ask him to fuck it harder. I wanted it to ache more, just to add an edge to the pleasure. I wanted his dick to hurt me in there, to force through the barriers and do its job. I wanted to be bred, taken so thoroughly and violently I’d faint and wake up sore, used, and pregnant…
I probably wasn’t thinking straight, was I?
I shifted and moaned again. So huge. Overwhelming. Absolutely marvelous.
Frey stroked along my rim, spreading the slick around. I opened my mouth over the base of his throat, tasting his sweat. Who would have thought that my alpha’s fresh sweat would be such a treat? I licked his skin, grazed it with my teeth, and Frey hummed.
He pressed his lips to my temple, and his hot breath warmed my face. My eyes stung. I used to dream about cuddling up to this man’s wide, furry chest, about being held and petted, and it used to hurt so much that in the end, I avoided those fantasies.
It was easier to imagine rough, claiming sex to get off.
But now I could have both, rough taking and tender cuddles…
Frey trailed kisses along my hairline, and I squeezed my eyes shut, suppressing the tears.
I was happy. Joined with my alpha, finally in his safe embrace, I wouldn’t cry. I kissed him back, into his beard, below his ear, and wherever I could reach.
With his fingers under my chin, he tilted my face up and brushed his lips against mine. Eager to feel his tongue in my mouth again, I chased after him. He didn’t leave me hanging.
Slowly and earnestly, Frey kissed me, and I learned the movements of his lips and tongue so I could anticipate them better and let him go even deeper.
He ended the kiss with a nip on my upper lip and a peck to the tip of my nose.
“Sweet heavens, I finally got myself a mate.” He sounded awed and a little amused, too.
“You really didn’t know?” I asked. “Not until now?”
He sighed, his shoulders moving under my arms. “A part of me did, I think. You could say I was in denial.”
I let out a soft snort. I couldn’t be mad at him. Not when I was so happy and with his swollen cock up my guts.
“Why, Frey?”
“At first, it was guilt,” he said.
I played with the hair on his chest. So thick and soft, and his bulging pecs… “But you didn’t do anything. Not even when I begged you to.”
“That night I sent you packing…”
“Yeah?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what he’d thought of me then.
“I got drunk.”
I leaned back to look at him. His admission did make me feel better. “Really?”
He chuckled. “No need to be so smug about it.”
“Keep talking.”
His smile turned unbearably tender, and he traced my upper lip with a fingertip. “I got drunk off my ass, finishing a bottle of whiskey by myself. I was trying to purge the image of you from my mind. Your body in that lace.” He shook his head, the creases on his forehead deepening.
Despite his loud protests, he’d liked the lingerie, hadn’t he? “I still have the set.”
Frey groaned. “Fuck, Oliver. I felt like a criminal.”
“I was eighteen,” I reminded him. “Legal.”
“Barely! And you were supposed to study and build a life for yourself.”
“You were just scared of my dad.”
“I didn’t want to upset Chickie, that’s true. But imagine what Phil would have done to me had I gotten you pregnant at eighteen.”
He had a point. My omega dad would have gone feral. “But later, then? When I came home from college. It seemed you weren’t interested in me at all.”
Frey took my hand from his shoulder and nuzzled my palm before kissing my fingers. “I thought you had forgotten about me, and I tried to forget you too. I’d convinced myself it was for the best.”
“You avoided me like the plague.”
“I’m sorry, Oliver. Would it make you happy if I admitted that ever since I knew you were coming home, I thought of you twenty-four seven?
Then you returned for real, and I’ve been climbing the walls in my office whenever I got a whiff of your scent.
” He pressed a long kiss into the middle of my palm.
“Seeing your face every morning… You were my sunrise, but I could barely look at you for longer than a few heartbeats, or my eyes would burn.”
That did make me happy, even though I felt a little sorry for him too. “I hoped that one day, you’d want me like I’d always wanted you.”
“Baby, I ached all over with how much I needed you.”
I kissed him, and now we both sighed. So much relief. It radiated from both of us, and the blend of Frey’s and my emotions created an intoxicating cocktail of love.
I could see it clearly now. I’d been infatuated and in lust with him. But true love? This was only the beginning.
Had I loved Theodore Frey this much four years ago, I would never have been able to leave Beauville.
“You did the right thing back then, when I was eighteen,” I said. “I’m glad you kicked me out.”
He caressed my cheek, gazing at me with the purest tenderness. “I’m so sorry I hurt you, Oliver.”
“I needed to grow up.”
He looked guilty, but when I stroked his beard, he smiled. I’d already forgiven him for everything.
I wiggled on his knot. The electric sensations were gone, my arousal ebbing to a low hum, but it felt so very nice to be full.
He ran his fingers up my torso, over my nipples, and along my collarbones, following the movement with his gaze. This was how it felt to be wanted. Damn, it was intoxicating.
I scratched through the thick pelt between his pecs, learning the contours of his impressive chest, then I stroked his shoulders. So very alpha. It reminded me of how he looked in his shirt and how he loomed above me when we clashed in his office. The memory made me grin.
Yes, I’d forgiven him for hurting me—he couldn’t have done anything else. But I could tease him about it.
“So. About that guilt you mentioned. Did you fantasize about me in that lingerie?”
Frey looked at the ceiling. “You’re killing me.”
I grinned. “You did, didn’t you?”
“Ugh. I hated myself. For months, I couldn’t look my best friend in the eye. Happy?”
I pressed a kiss to his beard. “I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“If you want, I can wear it for you again.”
“Argh!”
He smacked my ass cheeks lightly with both hands, and I laughed. He was such an easy target.
“Because I fantasized about you all the time,” I said. “I’ve never thought of anyone else. Every time I touched myself, I only imagined you.”
I thought my admission would please him, but something about it made him tense. Lips parted, he met my gaze.
“Oliver, do you mean…?”
I cocked my head. “What?”
“You’ve never…” He looked terrified, and through our bond, I felt a surge of anxious energy.
“What? You’re scaring me, Frey.”
“Have you ever been with anyone before?” he stammered out.
For some stupid reason, my cheeks heated. “No. Never even kissed a guy. I didn’t want to. I thought you were the one, and I was right by the way.”
His hands tightened on my waist. In response, my heart rate picked up.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Suddenly, he sounded angry.
Annoyed, I folded my arms across my chest. I would have moved away, but I was locked in place by his humongous knot in my ass. “There wasn’t exactly time. I was dying out there in the middle of a heat wave.”
“Christ, Oliver! I took your virginity against the wall!”
I clenched my inner muscles, in case my alpha needed a reminder that he was still very much in me, hence my first time wasn’t technically over yet.
“Does it seem to you I don’t like what we’re doing?” I challenged. “Besides, I would have assumed a big, scary alpha bear like you would enjoy having a young, virginal mate.”
“Fucking hell,” Frey ground out. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“I hope not,” I quipped. “You owe me four years’ worth of wall-banging sex.”
He pressed his face against my chest and circled his arms around me.
“I don’t know if I want to spank you or kiss your feet, dammit,” he mumbled into my skin.
I hugged him around his shoulders. “We can try both. I haven’t had the opportunity to explore any kinks, and I’m curious.”
His laughter shook his shoulders. I loved that I could make him laugh.
I lowered my voice to a soft rasp and said, “You took my innocence. You’ll be my first and my last.”
He growled. Suddenly, wet warmth closed around my nipple, and I cried out with surprise.
He gently bit and licked it, sending frissons of awareness down to my balls.
Did he do that to shut me up? I decided I didn’t care because it felt…
interesting. I had to ask him to suck them next time we fucked.
His knot was deflating, though, and I felt my insides tightening. The heat wave was over. I was a little disappointed when his softening cock left my body, but the heat had only just started. I’d get more of him soon enough.
Without another word, Frey scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom.