The Calm Before #2
Her pussy is a slick, hot fist, gripping me, clenching around the head of my cock in a series of tight, fluttering pulses that feel like a heartbeat. It's a perfect, searing heat that promises to undo me completely, and for a second, I'm terrified of how amazing it feels.
It's right, right in a way I have no word for, like every restless thing in me has been reaching toward this moment. My body knows her. I knew her the second I scented her in that library, and now that I'm buried in her it's screaming the same thing over and over. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Go slow, I remind myself. Savor her. But it’s near impossible.
Because all I want to do is fuck her into the damn wall. I want to pound her until she's screaming my name, and she's so full of my cum she can't walk straight.
My hips move. Slow at first, long deep strokes, watching her face come apart on every one. I want to remember all of it, the flush crawling up her chest, the way her mouth falls open, the little catch in her breath each time I bottom out.
"That stretch," Lyra moans, her head falling back against the wall. "God, Adrian, it's incredible." She reaches up, her fingers pinching her own nipples, rolling them as she writhes against me. "Please," she begs. "Fuck me."
And the last of my control shatters.
I'm nothing but instinct and need, a feral beast driven to claim and fuck.
This is what the pull to her has been doing to me for weeks, this thing I kept calling protectiveness because I was too scared to call it what it is. She's mine. Fate stitched her to me and I'm done fighting it.
Desperate to feel her beneath me, I get an arm under Lyra’s ass and carry her to the bed. I take us both down to the pile of clothes on the mattress. She lands softly on the heap of flannel and denim, her eyes dazed and her hair fanning out around her beautiful face.
I need more of her. I need to be deeper. Harder.
Mine!
"Lift." I slap her ass gently and my perfect omega obeys, tipping herself up for me.
I push a hand between her shoulder blades and press her down until her cheek meets the pile, pinning her there against one of Mack's shirts, her ass raised and her spine bowed sweetly.
"Adrian," Lyra whimpers. "What are you—"
I lean down and drag my tongue up her pussy, from her soaked entrance to the tight pucker of her asshole, making my girl gasp.
She's wet enough to drip, and the taste of her floods my mouth, warm and heavy and sweet, sugar and salt and something that goes straight to my head.
I've smelled her in this house for weeks, that vanilla and toasted almond soaked into every blanket in the house, and she tastes the way she smells. Sweeter. Richer. All mine. I could stay down here and lick her until she sobs.
But I need to be inside her more than I need to breathe.
Moving quickly, I settle right behind my little mate, then drive into her in one brutal thrust.
Lyra grunts then moans as I force her body to rock with each thrust. This new angle takes me deeper and a growl pushes from my chest.
"Oh, god." Lyra’s fingers claw into the piles of shirts. "I didn't know—I can’t—Please."
She can't seem to finish a single thought, and I fucking love it.
"Look at this perfect body." I grip both ass cheeks and spread her wide. I have to bite back a curse at the sight of her stretched around my cock.
I spit, and watch it land then slide down over the tight pink of her asshole. Then I push one finger in.
Her whole body seizes. Her pussy clamps down around me so hard I nearly come, a strangled sound tearing out of her.
I can’t wait to watch Nico fuck this little ass.
"Adrian—" Lyra pants, and I feel her pussy start to tighten. She’s close. "What are you—"
I pull my finger free from her ass and flip her again, onto her back this time, because I need to see those eyes when she comes.
I shove her knees up and press them out wide, opening her all the way, then I sink back into her, all the way to the hilt. Lyra moans as she lifts her hips, her clit swollen and slick pushing up around my shaft with each thrust.
"Come for me, omega." I'm barely breathing. "I want to see your face when you come."
Then I fuck her hard, driving into that spot that makes her shake, my thumb finding her clit and working it in tight circles until she falls apart.
All at once, her orgasm slams through her, and her pussy clamps down around me in wave after wave, gripping and fluttering and milking my cock, so tight and so wet I lose the ability to think.
Yes.
I fold over my omega and let go, driving into her, every snap of my hips punching a cry out of her.
She's panting my name, her heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper, taking everything I give her and begging for more.
The clothes shift under us, and the headboard knocks against the wall, but I don't care about any of it.
There's only her. Wet and loud and mine. Her body sucking me in, and my knot swelling thick at the base of my cock.
"Adrian," Lyra mumbles my name as she comes down from her orgasm.
"Please." She lifts her hips. "Knot me," her words are so breathy, her chest flushed red.
"I want to walk into my mother's house full of you," she purrs.
"I want to sit at her table dripping with your cum and smile at her all night long.
" Her eyes are wild and bright. "Give it to me, Adrian. "
The enormous stretch of it wrings another cry out of my girl, and I come so hard my arms shake, spilling into her in thick endless pulses. Lyra breaks apart around me a second time, clenching down on my knot, taking every drop I give her.
Unable to stay upright, I drop over her, chest to chest, and drag my tongue up the side of her throat.
The wild need to bite grips me by the spine.
My teeth are right there, practically touching Nico’s mark.
Fuck, I want to taste her blood on my tongue.
A soft knock comes at the door, and I lift my head, pulling my canines away from Lyra’s delicate neck.
It cracks open and Owen peeks his head in. He takes in the sight of us, me collapsed over Lyra, still locked inside her, and his mouth curves into a slow, fond smile.
"Twenty minutes," he says. "Then we have to go."
I close my eyes, still floating with pleasure and nod at the beta.
"Sorry," Lyra mumbles, but she’s smiling, her face flushed and that sweet body boneless.
"Tell them to hurry," Nico says from somewhere in the house.
Owen says he’s on it, then he steps in and pushes the door shut behind him.
He crosses to us and crouches down beside Lyra's head.
He brushes the tangled hair back off her damp face with his fingertips, being so gentle.
Then he tips her chin up and kisses her softly, before drawing back to look at her.
"There's no time to get you into a shower," he says with a smile. "You'll have to go like this." He looks down at my slowly deflating knot.
Lyra smiles up at him, drunk and pink-cheeked. "That's okay."
I grip the base of my cock and test my knot. Thankfully, it’s gone down enough. I ease out of her as carefully as I can, but my sweet omega still winces at the loss, her pussy fluttering around the sudden emptiness.
She starts to sit up.
"Wait." Owen's already moving around the bed. "Don't move yet."
He sits at the edge of the bed, touching the inside of her thighs. Then he spreads her legs open, and he looks at her for a moment, at the mess I've made of her. My cum and her slick sliding out of her swollen pink center.
"Look at you." His voice goes low and reverent. "You made such a good mess, sweetheart."
Then he leans down and puts his mouth on her.
Lyra cries out, her hips bucking up off the pile, and Owen follows her, licking into her slow and thorough, cleaning every trace of our mixed fluids off her pussy.
He laps at her like she's the best thing he's ever tasted, patient and worshipful, until she's writhing and gasping and grabbing at his hair.
I watch them and my cock grows long and thick all over again.
It doesn't take long for Lyra to come on Owen’s face, shaking through it while he groans against her.
I keep my eyes on Lyra’s face as I start pulling my clothes on one piece at a time, stuffing my hard cock into the best pair of slacks I own.
This dinner had better be fast, because I’m not in the mood to wait.
I want to be here, buried inside my delicious mate. I want to take my time with her, then watch Nico, Mack, and Owen make her come so many times she can’t remember her own name.
She has no idea that she’s going to be wanted like this every single day for the rest of her life.