Chapter Twenty Eight #2
“Mine,” she said emphatically, hitching a leg around my waist which brought her slick entrance right up against my aching cock.
Things were moving fast, faster than I thought they would, but I’d never been with an omega in heat before so I had no point of reference.
“Yours,” I affirmed as she straddled my hips and pushed herself up straight and stared down at me, tilting her head, her messy blonde hair falling to one side.
Leaning back, she planted her hands on my thighs and lifted her hips. The position naturally brought the head of my cock right back to prod against the entrance of her pussy and I let out a noise.
“Lennon—”
“No,” she cut me off as she slammed her hips down, hilting herself in one smooth stroke. “No more talking.”
Any silly quips I had left died on my tongue as my fingers dug into the sheets on either side of me and held on for dear life as she started to ride me with an abandon that could only be brought on by the blaze of an omega’s heat.
I watched her go, my eyes glued to the way her body arched back and her throat tensed around each moan as she threw her head up toward the ceiling.
It went on like that for what felt like forever until my brain finally shut off and I let my inner alpha finally take over.
My hands released the sheets, coming up to clamp onto the meaty part of the tops of her thighs, dimpling the meaty flesh there.
I forced myself up into a seated position, drawing my knees up in order to cradle her ass into a more comfortable position while also giving me enough leverage to actually control the motion of our thrusting.
Lennon didn’t seem to mind, her hot mouth descending immediately onto mine as the angle of her pussy changed as she slid down onto me again, coming down to rest just above my sensitive knot.
Her entire body felt like it was on fire as we moved together, my hands now gripping her hips and forcing her to move faster and faster, chasing the friction that I knew would lead to mutual satisfaction for both of us and soothe the raging inferno that seemed to be endlessly torturing her.
“Faster,” Lennon pleaded against my mouth, giving my bottom lip a harsh bite.
As she begged, I felt the strangest sensation building in my jaw. It was as if a stinging pressure was prickling just behind my teeth, urging me to do something to release it.
Bond her, my inner alpha whispered as Lennon twisted her hips down around my knot, making me shudder and nearly come from the sheer pleasure of it.
My eyes darted down her body at the two bond marks Zeke and Maverick had made.
How had they known those parts were perfect? Had they just randomly selected them?
“I want to bite you,” I managed to get out through gritted teeth as Lennon continued to rock in my lap.
“Yes,” was her only reply, her fingers digging deep into the tops of my shoulders. “Bite me, Brooks. Bond me. Make me yours.”
Her chest heaved with each word and my eyes fixated on her pert pink nipples.
A buzzing sound filled my ears, and suddenly, I couldn’t look away.
Pulling her down around my knot, I held her there and felt the thick ring of flesh notch deep inside of her, locking us together as I spilled my seed with a shudder and a growl.
Then I lunged forward, my mouth locking around the top of her breast and my teeth sliding easily into the flesh as the pressure that had been building in my jaw finally eased.
Everything faded away for a moment as I floated along the waves of the orgasm. I vaguely heard Lennon cry out and felt her fingers curl in my hair as she clutched my head to her breast, but that was far away as I lapped at the new bond mark and felt it click into place.
Suddenly, my own heartbeat wasn’t alone anymore.
It was joined by three others. Two soft ones and one that was bright and fervent, like the fluttering beat of a bird’s wing.
Lennon’s pleasure reflected back at me in heady waves and I was lost to it as I wrapped my arms around her slender back and held her to me, completely overwhelmed by all of the new sensations I was feeling.
“You okay?” she asked after a long time, her fingers no longer clutching at my hair, but rather stroking through the sweaty mess it had become as we clung to each other in the middle of the nest.
I finally unlatched from her breast and rested my head against it, listening to the heartbeat that I could feel beating in my own chest now.
“It’s a crazy feeling, y’know?”
I felt her laugh. “It doesn’t get old, I’ll tell you that much. I’ll show you how to control it later so you don’t have to have the others barging in on your emotions all of the time.”
“Are you feeling better now? Less, ah, heat-y?” I asked, trying to scoot us into a more comfortable position than the one we’d ended up in.
Lennon smiled at me, but her eyes were still pretty dark. “For now. I’m not sure how long the coherency will last. Are you ready to handle me again?”
I gawked, thinking about how much the first round had taken out of me. “How many rounds did you go with Mav and Zeke?”
She grinned.
“Seven.”
“Lennon, I think we might need to call an exorcist because that’s nuts.”
Another grin from her as she pulled me down amongst the fluffy nesting materials. “You’re stuck with me now, Brooks, there’s no turning back now.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promised. “Though I do have some ideas… I’ve had this dream about you in a red riding hood and we’re in a forest…”