Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
OLLIE
Ethan’s eyes darken, glowing with a dangerous glint that sends a thrill through me.
My lips part in a shuddery exhale when his fingers slip out of me and I clench around nothing, the emptiness maddening.
Wrapping a hand around my nape, he speaks his words on my wet lips.
“On your hands and knees, Ollie.”
I’m pretty sure I’m panting as I obey him, my body trembling with anticipation.
I settle myself on all fours, my back arching when I feel the mattress dip behind me, my skin lighting up when his fingers dance over my spine, starting between my shoulder blades and travelling down, until they reach where I need him the most.
“Do you know why I wanted you like this for now, sweetheart?” he asks in a calm, controlled voice that makes my heart beat even faster.
“Tell me,” I croak, glancing at him over my shoulder, desperate to see what he looks like when I’m splayed like this for him. Only for him.
He meets my eyes with a focus that is so intense I feel myself leaking even more.
Of course he doesn’t miss it, his gaze tracking the way my slick runs down my leg like a predator.
“For this.” He covers his fingers in it and brings them to his mouth, sucking my essence off them, a needy whimper escaping me at the expression of raw pleasure on his face.
Jesus, I could drown in the well of want I see reflected in his eyes.
“I wanted to watch how much you need me,” he growls, one palm grasping my cheek while his other hand runs down my crack, his thumb slipping inside me, pulling on my rim, the light stretch nothing but delicious torture.
I can no longer keep my eyes open, my head hanging between my shoulders, letting everything I’m experiencing wash over me.
Suddenly, cool air hits me but not for long, because the broad head of Ethan’s cock presses against my entrance until only the tip is breaching me.
I feel like I’m choking because he does nothing but tease me with his crown, pushing and retreating, until I’m sure he’s going to make me lose my damn mind. Until I’m seconds away from driving back and impaling myself on him.
But I don’t, because I love the way he plays with me, the way he’s taking his time, the way he makes me want to beg for it.
“That’s it, baby,” he grunts, feeling how loose and sloppy I am around him.
“That’s what I wanted. To watch your perfect, little hole stretch around me, sucking me in greedily.
” He starts sinking in deeper and deeper, but so slow I feel every inch of him.
“To see you swallow me whole in your scorching, wet heat.” A moan falls from my lips when he bottoms out and his thighs brush against mine, the fullness making me delirious.
I clench around him and he groans gutturally, his hands coming to bracket my hips.
“To know that this,” he thrusts deeper and I bite on my lip to keep from screaming, “is still mine. Only mine.”
“Ethan.” The word is a plea, a prayer, a desperate call for something I don’t even understand.
But he does, because in the next moment, I feel his body cover me completely, his hands coming to rest on either side of mine, before they, too, cover mine, our fingers threading together.
“Just for a little bit,” he rasps in a wrecked voice, the soft hair on his chest brushing against my back and making me shiver. “Because all I can think about is needing to see your face while I’m inside you, needing to see your beautiful blush and kiss your sweet sounds.”
My mind grows hazy, slipping into a place where everything is pure bliss.
I feel owned as Ethan mounts me like he’s my alpha and I’m his omega. He never stops rocking his hips, fucking the breath out of me in slow, deep strokes, while he brushes kisses on my nape, sucking bruises on my skin, marking me as his own.
And I want that. God, I want that so much. I want to be his with a need that feels crushing in its intensity. I squeeze my eyes as hard as I can against the sting I feel behind my closed eyelids.
I… I don’t know what’s happening to me.
Ethan peppers soft kisses on my hair while his cock rubs against every aching spot I have until all I know is that my chest hurts with ravishing longing and that my body feels like it’s on fire. Until I feel like I’m falling into something that feels soft and safe, and utterly ruinous.
Which is exactly why, when I turn my head and he’s right there, his lips meeting mine, I whisper my next words in our shared breath.
“Make me yours, Ethan.”
His dark eyes widen, melting into liquid chocolate, and before I know it, he’s slipping out and turning me around, even the brief separation feeling like too much.
But it’s just for a moment, because he’s already falling between my parted legs and sinking back inside me, the room echoing with the relieved moan that tears out of me.
“You’ve been mine since the beginning, Ollie,” he says as he starts fucking me in earnest, his thrusts hard, stealing whatever breath I have left.
My legs wrap around his ass, my hands digging into his shoulder blades.
“You’ve been mine since the day I found you in that ravine.
” He angles his strokes to rub relentlessly against the spot that drives me insane with need.
“Since the moment I carried you to my home.” He grinds deep, robbing me of reason.
“Since the first time you let me inside you and you slept in my arms.” He caresses my face, brushing my sweaty curls off my forehead, and I drown into the blazing fire and aching tenderness of his eyes.
“Since the first time you smiled at me,” he leans in to suck my bottom lip into his mouth. “You’re mine, my sweet Ollie.”
I can do nothing else but nod frantically at his words, letting the tightness of my chest drown me in happiness, letting the heat pooling in my groin burn me.
I lunge for his mouth and he groans before he takes over and plunders me with his tongue, consuming every filthy sound, every shameless moan, every shuddering gasp that I pour into him.
“Yes. Yes, Ethan. Yours, only yours,” I mumble in delirium when he bends my knee to my chest and pounds me within an inch of my life. “Ah—you’re going to make me come for you.”
“Yeah, baby,” he growls, completely lost in his own pleasure, a savage smile tipping his lips. “You’re gonna fucking come now for your alpha and I’m gonna knot you and pump you so full of my cum you’ll be leaking me for days. Sound good?” he smirks, aiming short, brutal jabs at my gland.
“Fuck, yes,” I grunt.
“Damn, I love it when you curse,” he chuckles darkly, fisting my hair. But his chuckle turns into a tortured moan when I lift my hips and push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust until he grazes the soft mouth of my womb.
I bury my face in his neck and bite into his shoulder to muffle my scream, as my release rushes to the surface with a force that threatens to pull me under. Fire coats every inch of me as I explode around Ethan’s cock and wave after wave of raw bliss tears through me.
Ethan grips me tightly enough to leave bruises on me and I crave it. I want to wear his marks all the time.
I bare my neck for him on instinct and he lets out an animalistic sound that has me pulsing, pulsing, pulsing around him, before he sinks his teeth in my skin and comes inside me with a muffled roar.
I feel his knot expand, locking us together, my sensitive hole still spasming around him, milking him of everything he’s got.
My body sags into the mattress, relaxed and sated, my limbs loose enough to let Ethan turn us on our sides without so much as a hint of resistance.
We say nothing as we come down but our eyes still run lazily over each other, our hands still touching each other’s skin.
It’s so calm, so quiet. Distant noises from the occasional car passing through the street, a dog barking, an alarm going off slip past the walls and windows of my small apartment, but nothing breaks the peacefulness of the moment.
I might as well be back in Ethan’s cabin with nothing but the trees surrounding us.
My gaze catches on the mark I left in the crook of his neck, and he sucks in a breath when he feels the tips of my fingers brushing it lightly.
“Now you’re mine, too,” I whisper hoarsely, the hope bleeding through my words impossible to hide.
A warm palm cradles my cheek as I meet Ethan’s smiling eyes.
“I always have been.”
And I believe him. Just as I believe, as I burrow into his arms and let his heartbeat and soothing scent lull me to sleep, that I might finally get to know what it means to be happy.