45. Oran
I t’s been days since Ivy’s heat began, and in that precious span of time, I’ve taken my omega in every conceivable way. Every kiss and tender touch we’ve shared has renewed my love for her again and again.
I have a feeling her heat will break soon, but as much as I want my mate back to her normal, witty self—I’m loath to see it come to an end. She has given herself to us freely, knowing she’s safe in our care. That trust is a heady, drugging thing, and I am so honored to hold it. This time spent together is something I’ll never forget so long as I live.
Ivy’s exhausted now, lazily riding my cock as she seeks release. The subtle rolling of her hips and the wet heat of her cunt are magic —every single thing about her is divine. But each time I try to help along, she swats at me.
Stubborn . She’s so stubborn in her quest to pleasure me. She’s the one who needs tending to, but even in her heat-induced haziness, my Ivy wants to show me how much I’m desired.
For that, I love her more than I could ever express. So much so that despite the elation I experience every time her cunt slides up and down the length of me—I’m going to end her fruitless mission and give her what she needs.
“You’re a very good girl, omega,” I coo, trailing fingers over my bond mark. She shivers as the touch radiates across skin. “So sweet to care for your alpha like this.”
Ivy nods, pleased that I’ve taken notice of her efforts. There will be plenty of time for lazy lovemaking in the future. For now, however, I lift her from my lap and flip her so she’s on her stomach with her arse in the air.
She likes this position, I’ve found—likes to be fucked into submission while she cries out against her soft sheets. The view is impeccable for me as well.
“ Alpha ,” she whines, urging me into action.
“Patience, love,” I tsk, giving her arse a swat that has slick dripping down her thighs. “Only patient omegas get to come.”
The threat is empty, of course. I’m not so cruel as to deny her what she desires in this most vulnerable state. I line my cock up and thrust slowly inside her, relishing in the snug familiarity of her perfect cunt.
“ Fuck .”
My eyes roll back as the promise of release settles at the base of my spine. Ivy’s been teasing me for far too long with her endless edging, and I’m in no mood to waste time. I mold myself against her back—pinning her under my weight as I flex my hips and relentlessly rut into her.
Ivy screams, overwhelmed by the depth in which I’m fucking her. Our bond fizzles with the pleasure of being well handled and I’m half a breath from losing myself to the wave of euphoria.
“Fucking you is a revelation, love. Every time is life-changing.” I pant.
She likes that, tightening around me—clawing at the bed and pushing her arse back against me in a plea for more.
I dig my fingers into the sheets, shifting to anchor myself as I fuck her with every last ounce of energy I possess—until she gushes all around me and my eyes cross from the pressure of my knot sliding into her. The perfect sensation of being locked inside the snug heat of her is a gift for which I’m not worthy.
“Oran,” Ivy sighs. “Your knot is so good . I feel so spoiled.”
I laugh, shaking both our bodies with the force of it. I can’t believe the first complete sentence she said in days is about my knot.
“Is that you, love? Coming back, are you?”
She hums a confirmation. “I love your knot. Love you.”
I laugh harder, but regret it at once when she tightens around me. I’m so fucking sensitive I could come out of my skin. But with Ivy, even the pain is pleasure.
“You don’t feel so warm anymore,” I say, as I nuzzle into the soft skin behind her ear. Her scent is still strong here but her skin is no longer burning up like before.
Perhaps this really is the end, and maybe I’m just a bit sad over it. But she’s mine in every way. We’ll have more heats to share now that she’s bound us all together—made us a proper pack.
“Sleep, alpha,” she mumbles. “Still so tired.”
“As you wish,” I say, rolling us to our side so we can sleep without me worrying I’ll crush her.
We lay locked together, dozing as our pack sleeps soundly around us. I thank the gods for giving her to me, and drift into dreams that pale in comparison to this reality.