5. Amara
CHAPTER 5
AMARA
“Oh my god, hold your fucking horses!” I yelled at the apartment buzzer that would not shut the fuck up. I slammed my finger on the button. “What?!”
“Let me in, omega.”
Heat rolled through me like a bucket of warm water poured over my head. That voice.
I punched the button to unlock the door and realized with growing horror what my apartment looked like, what I looked like. I hadn’t cleaned thoroughly since getting home and I definitely hadn’t brushed my hair for a couple of days. I launched myself into the bathroom, trying to panic-brush my teeth and get my hair somewhat under control before he made it upstairs.
My pulse galloped in my ears, and my stomach was already clenching, my pussy throbbing as slick began to form just from hearing his voice. The knock on the door kicked my body into high gear and I was half-afraid I was going to faint on the way to the door. I wrenched it open, probably looking like a hot mess in a ratty old tee and lounge pants.
Either he didn’t take the time to look at me or he didn’t care, because a second later he was all over me. My skin vibrated, my heart beating so fast I wanted to scream but instead I jumped, scaling that man like a fucking tree and locking every limb around him while I drowned in that spicy amaretto scent.
He kicked the door shut behind him and spun around to press me up against it. Fucking yes . For the first time in weeks the bond was elated instead of screaming at me nonstop. The heat and pressure of his body was exactly what I’d been craving, and now I actually had a chance of being satisfied.
God, I wanted to crawl inside his fucking skin. I had to settle for dragging his shirt off like a feral little goblin and squeezing my legs around him as he did the same for me. Skin to skin was the fucking best. The only thing that could beef up the endorphins currently racing through my system would be graduating from skin to skin to cock in cunt.
He squeezed me flat as a little pancake against the door and it was like deep pressure therapy that melted my brain while waking up all of my nerves. I rocked desperately against him, zero finesse and all feelings.
“Nest,” I demanded.
His only response to that was to pull my head to the side and get his mouth on my throat, sucking at the scent gland until I was dizzy, delirious with pleasure, my lounge pants starting to stick to me from how much slick they had absorbed.
“ Nest .”
With a growl, he turned away from the door and stumbled into the bedroom, dropping me into the mountain of blankets and stepping back just long enough to rip off my loungewear and drop his own pants to the floor. The whine I let out had him practically tripping over himself to climb into the nest. I tilted my hips, legs wrapping around him again and welcoming him into the warmth of my pussy, even as I keened over the stretch to accommodate him. At least my body caught on quickly, loosening up to give him a good glide so his hips could plunder mine.
I couldn’t catch my breath. I was so fucking desperate to have him I dug my nails into his skin and pushed his hips with my heels to give every thrust that extra boost until I was shaking and half sobbing when the orgasm finally swept over me.
The world tilted when he pulled out and flipped me over, lifting my hips to fuck straight back in. He bent over me, getting his teeth on my throat to pin me in place. My eyes rolled back, my fingers grasping desperately at the blankets, trying to keep one foot in consciousness as the sensations overwhelmed me in the best possible way.
Every thrust satisfied all those primal instincts that had been riding my ass for weeks, finally shutting them up until there was only sweet, blissful clarity and unbridled pleasure coursing through me.
I shattered again and this time he tipped over the edge with me, snapping his hips with a low growl before he buried himself to the hilt and spilled inside me.
His weight settled on top of me and I stretched out, letting him squish me, my purr rumbling at the contentment of being in my nest with him.
Eventually, once both our breathing had calmed down, I asked, “Would this be a good time to find out your name?”
He burst into a dark laugh and withdrew to stretch out next to me, gathering me up to lie along the length of his body. “Elio Angelo.”
“I like it.” I purred harder when he tucked me closer. “How did you find me?”
“Memorized your address when I saw your ID.”
“ Why did you find me?”
“You haven’t been feeling like shit lately?”
“I mean, I have, but to come all the way from Italy…”
“I live here, in this city. You just live in enemy territory, so we’ve never run into each other.”
I lifted up on my elbows so I could look down at him. “You live here ? What do you mean enemy territory?”
He was quiet for a long moment. “How much do you know about the local mafia?”
“Oh, fuck no.” I shot out of the nest before he could grab me. "I am not getting involved with that bullshit. I had enough of it growing up.”
Elio looked at me speculatively. “The Pesci aren’t in the mafia.”
“And thank god for that. My dad is a drug dealer, though, so I am plenty familiar with all the posturing and fuckery that goes on. I don’t want anything to do with that.”
Elio shrugged. “Tough, because you’re bonded to a Gallo underboss.”
“ Bianca Gallo?”
“Yes,” he said calmly.
“You’re on crack if you think I’m going anywhere near that crazy bitch. I’ve heard stories and I like all of my fingers on my hands, thanks.”
“She won’t do that to you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Right now it doesn’t matter if you believe me or not. We’re bonded, it’s permanent, and I’m not letting it get out that my mate lives in Rossi territory. I can’t protect you over here.”
I shoved my hands into my hair, already exasperated, but my body just wanted me to climb back in there with him. “I’m not moving. I don’t even know you.”
“You are moving, and you’ll get to know me. Now get back in the nest.”
“Fuck you.”
Elio sighed and hopped off the bed, moving too quickly for me to dodge him. He scooped me up and threw me back into the blankets before climbing in after me.
Bone-deep satisfaction settled within me and flowed through the bond.
“Don’t be such a smug bastard. I can feel that.”
“You’re gonna have to get used to feeling that. It’s basically my natural state of being.”
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest in a show of petulance. “Can’t believe I got out of involvement with the drug trade just to fall in with the mafia. This is so unfair.”
“It’s not ideal,” he agreed.
“You can’t be happy about this, can you?”
“I never said I was. In all likelihood it’s going to get me into a lot of shit.”
“Why?”
“Bianca’s only very recently allowed any of her inner circle to have a partner. That was barely a month ago, and I’m not sure how pissed she’ll get over the fact that you’re not bringing an alliance with you. Not to mention the fact that we bonded without her permission while I was on a trip to deal with my grandmother’s estate.”
Well, that cut off my petulant mood pretty fucking fast. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I had no idea you were going through all of that in Italy.”
He shrugged. “You didn’t ask and I didn’t offer. Besides, fleeing from the Neapolitan mob takes precedence at any given moment.”
“So what happens if Bianca is pissed?”
Elio shrugged again. “At worst, I’ll be dead at her feet when I tell her. At best, you’ll be moving into the compound and she’ll be negotiating with your drug-running father to make inroads into Rossi territory.”
“I don’t even talk to my dad.”
“Doesn’t matter. Blood is blood and Bianca will always use that to her advantage.”
“She sounds fucked up.”
“She is.” He smiled. “She’s in good company, though.”
“How long until we have to tell her?”
“A few days at most. In the meantime, I think my generosity for saving you in Italy needs a little bit more of a reward.”
“You already fucked me six ways to Sunday in Rome. How was that not rewarding your generosity?”
“Because that led to three weeks of misery. You owe me something that won’t, and I’ve already gotten to feel that pretty little mouth.”
“Got it; blowjobs are old news. You’ll never have to suffer through one again.”
He growled, his hand smacking down onto my butt. “I’ll be indulging in those later, but for now I think since I saved your ass, you should give it to me.”
"I haven’t done that before.” Nerves twisted in my belly. Omegas could take a lot, but that body part still needed to be handled with care.
“Even better. Turn around and present.”
“Are you going to make me?”
“I won’t have to,” he said with a smirk. “Your slick gives you away, and I can feel your curiosity.”
I swallowed hard and rolled over, lifting my hips into the air and pressing my cheek to the bed. He hadn’t been particularly gentle in any of our play, so it was probably wishful thinking that he might be gentle with this, but luckily omegas had a pretty high pain tolerance.
“Try to be careful. I’ve already had a long enough recovery.”
Elio chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry, omega. I’ll only ruin you in ways you’ll enjoy.”
His weight dipped the mattress behind me and I held perfectly still as he eased his cock into my pussy, my muscles trembling, slick flooding to ease the way.
Part of me wanted to snap that wasn’t my ass, but I simply stayed quiet. A couple of thrusts had a traitorous moan slipping past my lips. He pulled out, his fingers replacing his cock, and when he rubbed the slick-covered digits over my asshole I realized why.
“So wet for me, little slut.”
My fingers curled into the blanket and I took a deep breath, willing myself to chill out as he pressed the tip of his cock against the tight ring.
“Relax,” he ordered.
“I’m trying .”
He swept his hands over the curve of my back and hooked them over my shoulder. “It will only hurt if you don’t submit.”
Easier said than done.
“I know you want to. Be a good girl for your alpha.”
I had already struggled to fit him in my cunt and now he was forcing his way into my ass with no prep. My pussy gushed slick to compensate. He scooped it up and dripped it where he breached my body until he had a smooth glide. I had a death grip on the blankets, my chest heaving at the burning stretch that was unlike anything I had felt before.
A sharp smack on my ass cheek had me jumping and him groaning at my surprised squeeze around his cock. “Fuck, that feels good. So tight.”
I whined, my whole body shaking. The sensation was strange, but also satisfying. The more he pushed in, the more I opened for him. He seemed delighted with my struggle, if the amusement floating through the bond was any indication. I huffed and puffed, trying to keep myself calm enough that I didn’t tense. It was easy in one sense because my omega instincts were happy as a clam to submit to my bonded alpha, but it also felt weird to have a cock in my ass. Good weird, but weird all the same.
Once he felt I was ready, he set the pace, and I was left squirming and shaking as he rode my ass, my body trying to make sense of everything.
I bit down on the blankets so my teeth didn’t ache from grinding them together, but Elio obviously didn’t like that since he lifted my head with a hand in my hair.
“I want to hear every single sound you make.”
I treated him to a whole fucking orchestra of noises. Whines and whimpers, panting moans, gasps and groans as we progressed from weird to fucking amazing. My instincts didn’t seem to mind that it wasn’t the traditional hole, pleased as punch just to have an alpha inside me. When Elio reached to tend to my clit, I came undone, bucking hard against his hand and keening so loud my throat felt raw.
“That’s my fucking girl. I knew you’d be a perfect little slut for me.”
I could only whine my agreement as I broke apart for him again and melted into the blankets while he rode me to his own completion. My bones were jelly, my whole body barely held together in human form as he continued the slow torturous glide that had me twitching with every inch that departed and slid back in.
We may have both royally fucked up with the bonding, but at least the sex would be incredible.