Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
The scent of sunlight warming iron tickled Sidian’s nose, the metallic richness of it drawing a purr from his lips. Beneath it was something sweet and smoky, flames licking at oiled wood. A funeral pyre.
His cunt twitched, slick gathering between his thighs as he shifted on what felt like the softest bed he’d ever slept on.
Something solid brushed up against his back, and he pressed into it without thinking, a wall of solid muscle that vibrated against his back as he arched into it.
One large hand gave his hip a brief squeeze, but he whined because that wasn’t where he wanted to be touched. Not even close.
Lips feathered a kiss across the top of his head. “Looks like the shower did the trick, then.”
“Hmm?” The voice was rich, dreamy, and familiar.
Where had he heard that voice before?
“Slept a few hours. Took a shower. Slept a few hours more.” A mouth trailed kisses through Sidian’s hair before pressing one just behind his ear, stubble tickling his skin. He could imagine what it would feel like on his thighs. “You didn’t like the de-scenting cologne. Better now, Sid?”
Only one person in the world could call him that.
Memories from the night before flooded his mind as his eyes snapped open, his head twisting back until he could see just enough of Roman’s face to confirm he was real.
There was a light shadow of facial hair along his jaw, which only made him look sexier than he did last night.
His green-gray eyes gazed down at Sidian with a look of such utter warmth that Sidian’s omega whined at the sight.
Two years without his mate. Two years of pure and utter suffering, but Roman was there now.
It didn’t seem possible, but he was solid and warm and real.
Sidian pressed back into the solid heat of Roman’s chest, his eyelids fluttering as he enjoyed his mate’s touch. “It’s you. Holy shit. Thought I might have dreamed you.”
“A pleasant dream, I hope?” Roman grinned down at him, his eyes crinkling as he dipped his head to press a kiss to Sidian’s forehead. “You have a gorgeous purr when you sleep.”
“I purr in my sleep?” Sidian doubted he’d purred once in the last two years. If anything, he’d only purred the night he kissed Roman and licked the blood off of his tongue.
“When I was near. You were quiet on your own.” Roman’s hand crept along Sidian’s hip and feathered over his chest, fingers brushing over Sidian’s throat until cupping his chin, holding him still for another light forehead kiss.
“You smell so sweet. I knew it was you in an instant. Nothing else mattered.”
“How much trouble are you gonna end up in for chasing me?” It was a stupid question; an elite mercenary group was not likely to forgive and forget, but it didn’t bother Sidian.
Chuckling, Roman nuzzled into Sidian’s hair, breathing him in, and for a moment, he tensed…
Then relaxed. If Roman hadn’t noticed the pregnancy yet, then maybe Sidian would get lucky.
Maybe Roman wouldn’t notice at all. “The boss will be annoyed with me. He can deal with it. You’re more important to me than any mission. ”
Sidian wrapped a hand around Roman’s wrist, dragging his scorching touch down his body.
While that was sweet, and he wanted to hear every honeyed word Roman planned to shower him with, his pussy was intent on making its demands clear.
His clit pulsed with every beat of his heart; it had been too long since he’d enjoyed anything intimate, but with Roman, he planned to indulge.
If he didn’t, he was going to be soaking wet and irritated until he indulged in his own desires.
And he desired so much.
The moment Roman’s fingers skimmed the waistband of Sidian’s pants beneath his directing touch, Sidian’s body lit up from the inside out. His cunt tightened around air and a needy whine spilled from his lips, his hips bucking to draw Roman’s hand where Sidian wanted it.
“I think that’s the mate bond talking,” Roman murmured, though he slid his fingers the rest of the way down, tracing them over Sidian’s mound through the thin white cotton.
“Probably,” Sidian rasped out, closing his eyes as he arched into that knowing touch.
The slow glide of fingers over barely covered skin made every nerve spark, his teeth gritting against the need that pulsed through him.
Goddess, his heats with Roman were going to be unbearable.
“Heard it’s not unusual for scent matches to fall over fucking each other before they know each other’s names, but I’ll settle for you getting me off for now. ”
“We already know each other’s names.” Roman nipped his ear, and Sidian bit back a curse when those thick, callused fingers found the very top of his slit. “You should take these off.”
“Fuck yeah. Good idea.” Sidian wriggled away from his alpha just long enough to shove the pants down and off, as well as the sorry excuse for underwear the center had given him. It didn’t even absorb slick, the cheap piece of shit. “You know how to get an omega off, I’d hope.”
Roman huffed and drew Sidian back against his chest, one arm slipping beneath Sidian to cradle him closer while Roman’s free hand guided Sidian’s thigh up and over his own leg. “I’ve done some research.”
“In person research?”
“No, never.” Roman wrinkled his nose, and Sidian bit back a small snicker of satisfaction. “Videos and books exist. Those have been suitable.”
Sidian wanted to laugh at the image of Roman poring over books or pornography to understand how to please an omega, but before he could, warm fingers stroked along his inner thigh before touching his cunt.
There was something hot about being held like that, well aware that Roman was so much stronger, able to manhandle Sidian any way he liked.
But he was gentle with his touches, the hand wrapped around Sidian’s thigh heavy with possession while the fingers that stroked along his soaking wet slit were gentle and careful.
They traced their way down his slit before dipping between his folds, spreading them as Roman’s fingers stroked back up.
“Oh, your research was excellent.” Sidian let his eyes fall shut, giving himself over to the little sparks of pleasure that burst in his blood.
“I’d hope so.” Roman kissed behind Sidian’s ear again, touch honing in on his clit, tracing smooth and leisurely circles around the puffy swell of it. “I didn’t want to risk disappointing you.”
Sidian’s head lolled back against Roman’s chest as he moaned, his hips rolling into each teasing touch as he all but begged for Roman to touch his clit.
Instead, his alpha took his time, fingers dipping down to stroke over Sidian’s fluttering entrance, gathering the slick there to drag it back up to his clit.
Every stroke was slicker, sliding over swollen flesh until Sidian’s toes curled and another needy whine broke from his throat.
He wasn’t always so desperate to get off unless he was in heat, but Roman’s smoky scent was like an aphrodisiac.
Teeth scraped along the side of his throat. “You smell like heaven.”
“You smell like fire and death. Sexy, though.” Sidian swore, feeling himself clench as Roman touched his clit. “Not gonna be enough. I want your fingers in me now.”
The purr of the command slipped over his lips, and Roman’s other hand shifted down, fingers sliding through slick before two of them wedged inside of Sidian without hesitation.
The sudden stretch sent him writhing, panting harshly and hot as Roman played his body like a fucking violin.
Wrapped up in the alpha’s arms, riding the thickness of his fingers while he stroked Sidian’s clit in tight circles, Sidian was in fucking heaven.
Or at least as close to it as he could be.
“Are you always this wet?” Roman asked, curling his fingers forward until he massaged Sidian’s G-spot with ease, the pressure drawing a ragged cry from Sidian’s lips. “Or am I doing a good job?”
“S’all for you. Just you.” Only under command had Sidian ever slicked up like this for anyone else, and he’d been in heat then. It didn’t count.
None of it counted as far as he was concerned. Just Roman’s big hands between his thighs, worshipping his pussy, overflowing waves of heat washing over Sidian like tender caresses, pushing him closer to the edge while he dug his heels in, desperate to make the high last as long as possible.
Roman pressed their cheeks together, rubbing just enough that a burst of his scent fanned over them both.
Scent-marking between mates was fucking sacred, a claim of ownership long before a bite was ever placed.
Of course, Sidian knew that; he’d scented Roman as he’d been carried out of the woods, determined that if Roman didn’t smell like himself, he’d at least smell like Sidian.
But, fuck, he was delicious. Aromatic oil slicking fragrant charred wood, flames licking against Sidian’s skin, the metallic bite of it almost overwhelming. He didn’t even realize he was moving faster, his hips bucking in quick, frantic movements as his hindbrain took over and sought release.
Roman sighed against his skin. “There you go, darling.”
The pet name shoved Sidian over the edge, his lips parting on a cry as heat burst over him, every muscle clenching as he rode the waves of pleasure.
Roman worked him through it, his hands never slowing until Sidian clawed at his forearms to make him stop, oversensitive and trembling.
The wet sucking noise of his cunt as Roman eased his fingers free should have been embarrassing, but it felt right.
That orgasm was the best he’d ever had. Bless his mate and his touch.
“There you go.” Roman sucked a kiss into the side of his neck, and Sidian hummed, letting himself slump down onto the mattress. “Just lay here and relax, and I’ll get you cleaned up.”
Like Sidian was going to argue with that.