CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE - HOG
My omega is sinking fast.
I can see it in the faint trembling in her hands and the way her thighs clench as another cramp rolls through her.
She wants my knot.
Unease sours the pit of my stomach, but I force it away. I told her I’d never willingly hurt her, but I have to trust her judgment now.
She sighs as I nuzzle her breasts, my fingers skimming over her raw nipples.
After the way Axel treated them in the shower, they’re too sensitive to linger for long, but I want to touch her everywhere, to stroke all those places I’ve yet to explore.
As I sweep my hands over my scent marks on her back, she arches up, pressing her body into my hands.
It feels feverish with need, and there’s a hungry gleam in her eyes. “I want you so much, Alpha.”
I hum my agreement and gently slide my fingers inside her, determined to soothe her in every way. But as she gazes up at me with her trusting eyes, my greatest fear is that I’ll prove her right. That I’ll hurt her in some stupid, thoughtless way, and confirm her worst fears about my kind.
Something rolls through our pack bond, as if a heavy hand is settling on my shoulder.
Axel. Despite everything, he’s trying to steady me, and that gives me the confidence to ease Birdie down into her nest. It’s a relief to finally know her true name, even if she prefers not to use it. I silently roll it on my tongue as I kiss her lips. Letty, my beautiful, brave omega.
She opens for me so beautifully, and I feed her my tongue until she’s melting beneath me.
Her skin smells like bath oils and slick, mingled with her potent salty caramel scent.
It’s an intoxicating blend, and I groan as I kiss my way down her throat.
When I reach her scent gland, I hesitate for a moment before gently nuzzling it.
It’s so hot it almost burns my lips, and I suddenly understand how it scrambled our pack alpha’s wiring.
Not only could Axel smell the ghost of Charlie’s scent, but he was faced with the undiluted allure of an omega in heat.
And not just any omega, but one who’s off-the-charts compatible with our pack.
As if to prove my point, I feel another pulse of reassurance through the pack bond.
I know that Axel is trying to make amends for fucking up earlier, but I can still feel his rut under his patched-up control.
It simmers in him like a one-eyed devil, his entire focus on the omega in her nest. He wants to be in my position so badly; there’s even a hint of jealously souring our connection.
But as I part Birdie’s thighs, I push him from my thoughts. Fuck knows how things will be between us once this is over, but I know one thing for sure. Doctor Reeves is a dead man walking, and he’s gonna regret every twisted thought he ever gave birth to before I shovel him into his grave.
A vow I set aside for the moment, my attention fixed on the sight before me.
My mate’s pussy is pink and glossy, her slick coating every swollen inch.
As I run my fingers over her glistening folds, slick gushes into my palm, her heels digging into the bed.
“Don’t play with me, Alpha,” she says with a snap of fire in her golden eyes.
“I’m gonna be playing with you for three long days,” I counter with a smirk, but teasing has never been my thing, and I dip my head to lick up my prize. She writhes beneath my tongue, pulling on my hair when I linger too long, but I take my time. In my line of work, patience always gets its reward.
I lap and nibble until she’s thrusting her pussy into my mouth, then carefully peel her open to admire her clit.
It’s swollen from her heat, so red it glows like a polished ruby.
I offer it a few sympathetic licks, careful not to scratch it with my beard.
I’d like to draw the sweet nub into my mouth and suck it until she screams, but she grabs my ear, dragging me up until I’m staring into her narrowed eyes.
“Fuck me, Alpha. You can play after I’ve had your knot. ”
I bite back a smile, but there’s no denying how happy her impatience makes me. It’s the first time anyone’s ever begged for my knot, and it happens to be the strongest, fiercest omega I’ve ever met. That’s a chest puffing moment, right there.
I slide my fingers through her folds, while I notch the swollen head of my cock between her lips.
It looks huge against the sweet curve of her pussy, and I rub her clit, drawing another trickle of slick to the surface.
“Such a pretty, Omega,” I croon, scooping it up and licking my fingers before burying them inside her again.
Her hips dance as I pluck her silky nub. She gasps, quivering against my fingers, but I don’t let up. I want her fucked open and boneless when I give her my knot, so I’m using ever weapon in my arsenal.
I look up, catching Colt’s gaze, his desire bright in his eyes. She told us herself: she’s never shared a heat. Which means she’s definitely never shared it with a pack.
I know she wants my knot, but she also wants Colt close, and I want it to be as perfect as I can make it.
As perfect as we can make it.
“You want to help me get our girl nice and loose for my knot?”
He scoots forward so fast, I’m surprised the pretty blankets don’t catch fire from the friction. “Where do you want me, big guy?”
“Maybe you can play with this sweet clit,” I tell him, lifting my fingers to show him the slick-smeared digits. “You’ve always been good at putting a smile on her face.”
He grins and dives in, licking slyly at her nipple as his fingers creep down her belly. I don’t know what shit he’s whispering in her ear as he rolls over her nub, but her whole body clenches, her pussy undulating around my cock.
“That’s it, mate,” I purr as I carefully slide in another throbbing inch. “Look at how well you’re taking me.” I watch Colt’s fingers dance over her clit, her eyes blown wide as he trades off between her nipples. “You’re ours to enjoy. Ours to pleasure. Ours to cherish.”
They’re old words, pack words, but they seem to strike a chord, because she grabs my beard and yanks me down for a kiss.
I groan at the velvet clutch of her body.
Everything is drenched in our scent, and I feel my head spin as I rock another inch inside her.
The rest of the world retreats, my brain hypnotized by her hooded eyes and swollen lips.
Every gasp and quiver spurs me on, and I sit back on my heels, grabbing her hips so I can drive deeper.
She moans and clenches around me, so tight I can barely draw back for another thrust. Her whole body is as tense as a wire, her heels digging into the mattress and her fingers gripping a sea-blue blanket.
I slide my hands under them, carefully prying them free.
“You hold me, Omega. If I hurt you, I’ll feel it and know to stop. ”
Something softens in her face, but she follows it with one of her smirks. “The only grip you have to worry about is me strangling your knot, Alpha.”
Brave words, but I don’t taste any fear in her scent.
Just the anticipation of what’s to come as she licks her lips and squeezes my cock.
I reward her bravery with a hard thrust, sinking as deep as I can go.
Of course, my fiery omega just jerks her hips upward and demands another. “It feels so good, Alpha!”
I lick the cry off her lips, watching her pupils blow at the friction. When I’m almost out, I surge forward, groaning at the greedy clutch of her silken heat. There’s plenty of slick to smooth the way, but my knot is starting to swell, and I can’t help looking down in alarm.
It’s not even half-full and it already looks like an angry fist, ready to batter its way into her soft entrance.
How can any omega want something as terrifying as that?
I freeze, an old, deep-as-my-marrow fear gripping the base of my spine.
Her palm curves against my cheek, petting my beard like I’m a startled cat. “I want this, Alpha. Don’t you dare hold back.”
She smirks and something fierce claws at my chest. Not fear this time, but possessive pride. Because this perfect, guarded omega trusts me, body and soul.
“You got this, big guy,” Colt whispers, gently stroking her quivering belly. My knot is too big to accommodate his hand, but he gives me one of his sunshine smiles. “It’s time to plant your flag and claim your territory.”
I’d roll my eyes if my knot wasn’t demanding all of my attention.
I rock forward, my cock throbbing with the need to unload.
The urge to thrust makes my teeth ache, but I bite down on it, carefully catching my knot on her lips.
They stretch, more slick glistening as I push a little harder.
She moans, dropping her thighs onto the mattress and arching her back.
She’s completely open to me, speared on my cock, and I’ve never seen a more entrancing sight.
But I suddenly freeze, wedged halfway in.
I can’t pull out or push forward without hurting her.
It’s my worst nightmare, but Colt is suddenly there, licking a tingling stripe over her scent gland.
She groans and slick bubbles up like a geyser, greasing my knot. It finally slides all the way in, more of a punch than a pop. But my omega just gives a victorious smirk and grinds down harder, squeezing my knot with her stuffed pussy.
An electric storm whirls through my head, making lights flash behind my eyes.
I rock my knot into her silken pussy, small, careful jabs until it’s wedged as deep as it can go.
She moans and writhes under me, her hands clenching mine tightly as she bucks screams out her release.
I shudder as she coats me in her pleasure, her nails suddenly raking down my thighs.
I hiss at the sweet pain and my cock explodes, pulses of hot cum lashing her channel.
With every sweet clench of her pussy, I unleash another load until she’s filled to the brim. I groan, pulling her tight.
As I lap my tongue over every inch of her damp skin, my chest vibrates, a sound closer to a purr than a growl. I’m so giddy – so damn fulfilled - I barely register the thought that creeps up on me: The only way we could be closer is if my teeth were buried in her neck…