44. Sloan
A n overwhelming wave of fresh-baked apple cake and the wet suction of a warm mouth rouse me from a deep slumber. Ivy’s been insatiable since her heat started yesterday, and I’ve only been able to sleep whenever she does.
It appears my omega is done with her rest now, and has decided her time would be better spent sucking my cock. Goddess . Every time she touches me I’m reminded that she is not of this world. Surely pleasure this perfect isn’t meant for a mere mortal like myself to experience.
But Ivy is benevolent with her touches—the hungry way she licks me before sucking my tip into her sweet mouth is fucking divine.
“ Petal ,” I groan, opening my eyes to bear witness to this blessed offering. “Who taught you to do that? Hmm?”
Ivy retracts, her lips sliding from me so she can shake her head in protest. She’s never done this before—of course she hasn’t. My mate is so new to all manner of carnal delights, and I’m honored she would bestow me with her attention. But she’s the one who needs pleasuring.
“You just wanted to try, did you?”
Her wide eyes shine with lust and uncertainty. My omega needs reassurance, but the heady wave of apple-cinnamon tells me she also needs a knot.
“You’re a natural—such a good girl to give your alpha such a gift. Why don’t you sit on my cock instead? Let me care for you now.”
Ivy moans, licking her pink, puffy lips as she pants in interest. She eyes my cock, assessing whether she’d like to take me for a ride or continue down her path of exploration. But I won’t be satisfied until I can give her the attention she requires.
She wraps her little fist around me then, stroking as she takes me back into her mouth. Her tongue traces every inch of me—every ridge and vein— driving me fucking mad. Every fervent motion and salacious sound makes me want to burst.
“ Omega ,” I growl through gritted teeth. My tone is firm but I’m so near the edge. I need to be inside her, need to make her come apart before I lose myself to this rapture. “Let your alpha give you his knot.”
Ivy scrunches her nose—clearly not in the mood to be bossed around—but doesn’t falter in her mission to suck the very soul from me.
I love her— love that her sass can't be dulled even by her heat.
Gods, I want to spank her.
“A man can only withstand so much,” I pant, fisting the sheets. “I’ll come right in that perfect mouth of yours if you don’t stop.”
My mate issues a challenge with her unwavering gaze as she descends the length of me. She gags around my size—her throat constricting—and I think I may fucking die.
“ Fuck’s sake ,” I moan, delirious now. “Come sit on your alpha’s cock right this moment, or I’ll spank that sweet arse red.”
Testing her luck, my little mate refuses to yield. Instead she takes the head of my cock between her lips and sucks— hard . I nearly black from the pleasure of it all and coat her throat with my release.
My alpha instincts rage on inside me, toes curling to keep some semblance of sanity. This disobedience can’t stand—she’s got to learn where all that sass will get her. In the blink of an eye, my hands are in her hair, sliding her from my cock so I can pounce.
Ivy yelps when I grab her by the hips and flip her onto her stomach. The noise rouses Oran who groans after being awoken—but it doesn’t matter. He can’t save her from my loving retribution.
“I warned you,” I grunt. She wriggles against my firm grip. “I’m turning this arse red.”
“Alpha, please,” she whines, lifting her hips and doing her best to entice me to fuck into her. Slick coats the insides of her thighs, running down her legs in readiness to receive me once more.
As much as I’m tempted— aching —after all her teasing, this lesson is long overdue.
“Look at me.” The command is gentle but effective. Ivy turns her head—her ocean eyes full of eager ardor. “You say no if you don’t like it. All right?”
Her mind may be hazy, but she nods in understanding. It’s all I need to bring my palm down against her fair, supple skin.
The resounding crack is swiftly answered by the most delectable cry as it tears from her throat. Ivy mewls, the sound spurring me on. I swat her cheek again, and more blessed wetness drips down her soft thighs, soaking the sheets.
She’s so fucking good, my girl. Such a good omega for her prime. I want her to feel this lingering reminder even after her heat breaks.
“Fuck,” I hear from beside us. Oran has finally shaken the sleep from his eyes and is enjoying the way our mate takes her punishment so well.
I give her two more swift cracks, gentler this time, keeping her on edge. “Omega,” I call, and she turns her head towards me once more—pretty tears run down her rosy cheeks.
Gods. My skin is on fire with the rut, with the need to be inside her. I don’t know how much more I can take of my own torture. “Why don’t you show Oran what you were doing with that wicked mouth? Taste him while I knot this cunt.”
Without hesitation, Ivy scrambles up on her elbows, reaching an arm out to Oran to beckon him forward. He smirks, pushing the hair from her face to wrap it in his fist.
I settle behind her, smoothing a hand over the marks I left on her skin. My chest rumbles, pleased when she shivers with each caress.
“Put me in your mouth, love,” Oran groans, maneuvering her head to his waiting cock. His strangled moans echo throughout the nest, as do the wet sounds of her eager sucking.
“What a treasure you are.” I moan as I press into the slick, tight center of her.
Pleasure is all I know—all I am—as I rut into her with abandon.
Ivy’s soft hips and plush arse jiggle with each thrust, and I want to roar with how good it feels to have her like this. She’s barely able to keep Oran in her mouth with how she’s moaning.
I fucking I love it.
Thrusting into her harder—faster—my fingers thread into her hair as I pull her off my packmate’s weeping cock. He protests, but I don’t give a shite.
I want to taste the pretty tears on Ivy’s cheeks—need to hear her scream as I shove my knot into her.
Oran recovers fast, leaning forward to lick her tits and rub her little clit as my tongue traces the salt from her skin. Our mate is a whimpering mess, pleading and grasping for us both to brace against her impending climax.
“Come now. Be my perfect fucking girl and come,” I beg, near feral with the need to fill her.
She screams, squeezing me so snuggly when I press my knot into the blessed warmth of her. Ivy gushes apple-cinnamon slick—coating my thighs as I fill her with my spend.
My eyes roll back—my legs practically liquid as Ivy ravenously rocks her hips against me. My knot rubs inside her and I shiver through waves of transcendent bliss while she takes what she needs from me.
“ Please, love ,” Oran begs—his voice trembles with the telltale sign of release. “Have mercy on your alpha, and let me come.”
Ivy hums, pleased with the notion of treating her mate to a taste of the heavens. She takes him in her hand, tugging and working him over until he comes all over her stomach.
Panting, he grabs her cheeks to kiss her deeply. When he pulls back, I take my turn to steal one of my own. “You’re divine, Ivy. Our beautiful fate.”
Oran leaves to get a warm cloth to clean her, and I settle us on our sides so her back is pressed against my chest. Petting her hair, I purr a steady rhythm to help her drift off.
Deep, unending bliss runs down the bond. I can’t tell from where it stems—her or me. All I know is that this perfect woman in my arms is satisfied, and I plan to keep her that way.
“I love you, petal.”
“ Mmm. Love you. ”
Thank the gods for that.
For her. For this pack.
Never has something so grand been mine.