Chapter 23 Cade
Rowan looked so fucking beautiful when she came. Her big blue eyes were wide, pupils blown. Her strawberry hair fanned out, her cherry lips pursed into an “O”, and her back arched as heavy tits bounced up and down.
She was pure hunger and need, clawing at me with desperate hands, demanding more. I wanted to give her exactly what she was asking for, the more her body clearly craved.
But I also wanted to take her the way I wanted. I needed to control her, to use her in the ways that pleased me most. She wasn’t ready though. I knew she was inexperienced. I had to go slow with her… be gentle. Gentler than I was used to, at least.
Having never fucked an omega before, it had been easy to settle for betas.
I now knew what I had been missing, despite not even knotting her yet.
After feeling how tightly her cunt squeezed my cock while she came, I was impatient to feel her milk my knot.
It was a mystery how I was going to fit it in her narrow pussy, considering her virgin cunt had nearly choked my shaft.
Rowan was barely conscious while I cleaned and dressed the mark I gave her.
I liked that my brother and I had chosen the same mirrored places on her shoulders to bite her.
The excitement of the last few days had certainly caught up with Rowan, and her labored soft breaths told me she had fallen deep asleep.
Her scent shifted slightly after I marked her, which was a good sign that it would stabilize once the entire unit had completed the pack mate. She would still smell incredibly tempting to us, but not to other alphas, who would recognize her as ours.
Shifting her limp body, I pulled the sheets and blankets, which were still neatly tucked military-style, over her.
It was a testament to my bed-making skills that sex hadn’t disturbed the sheets’ sharp folds.
I also slid under the blankets, laying on my side, and twisted the lamp’s knob, turning out the light.
I laid flat on my back with my arms folded behind my head, replaying in my mind how tight and wet Rowan’s cunt had been, on repeat.
My dick swelled again, and I briefly considered fucking my hand, when Rowan turned to me, seeking heat, and wormed her way into the crook of my arm.
She nuzzled her head against my vast chest, wrapping her arms around my torso and interlocking her legs with mine.
She looked content and comfy, and as much as I wanted to pleasure myself to get my still inflated knot to dissipate or better yet, wake her up and make her do it, I couldn’t bring myself to disturb her.
I watched her eyes move back and forth under her eyelids, as slight changes to her expression flashed across her face. She was dreaming of something. I wanted to know what. I needed to know everything about this woman. Every emotion, every thought, every passion.
Her stillness and calm were unusual for the fiery brat, and it gave me an opportunity to really study her.
Her small nose had a few scattered freckles.
I traced them with my eyes, like constellations bleeding out onto her cheeks.
I ran my fingers through her hair and then trailed down her shoulder blade and spine.
Possessiveness surged through me as I watched her sleep, satisfied and tranquil, on my chest. I wanted to dominate every inch of her, own her emotions and desires, and make her know beyond any doubt that she was mine.