Chapter 29 #2
I curled my fingers against the sweet spot inside her and pressed my thumb to her clit in tight little circles.
Her thighs tried to clamp around my wrist but I wedged myself closer so they hit my hips instead, keeping her nice and spread for me.
Making her take every caress I gave her.
Her breathing fractured into sharp, staccato gasps, but I still didn’t let up.
I kept the pressure steady, working her the same way I worked in a kitchen—patient hands, careful attention, and the understanding that the best things needed time to build.
I let her body tell me what she needed, adjusting every time her breath changed or her thighs tightened.
“August— I’m gonna—”
“I know you are.” I kissed the hinge of her jaw. “Let go, Wildflower. I’ve got you.”
She shattered around my fingers with a cry that made every muscle in my body tighten. Her inner walls pulsed in waves, gripping me, and I worked her through every last aftershock until her legs stopped shaking and her body went boneless against the butcher block.
She blinked up at me, dazed and flushed, her chest heaving. A lazy, satisfied smile tugged at her swollen lips.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“Hi.” I withdrew my hand gently, held her gaze, and brought my slick fingers to my mouth. Her eyes went wide as I sucked them clean, tasting the sweet proof of what I’d done to her. It was better than any dessert I’d ever made in this kitchen.
I pressed a kiss to her lips. “You ready?”
“More than I’ll ever be,” she sassed, eyeing my ruddy cock with a mixture of apprehension and determination.
I chuckled, tipping her chin up so she could see the sincerity in my gaze. “You have nothing to worry about. Your body was made to take me, Omega.”
With a nod, she breathed, “I trust you.”
And it was just one more memory with this woman I’d carry with me for the rest of my goddamn life.
I didn’t take her to the bedroom. I took her right there on the island, surrounded by the remnants of the dinner she had tried to make for me.
I gripped her hips, dragged her to the edge of the island, and tilted her up to meet me as she leaned back and braced her palms on the countertop behind her.
I had to fight the feral urge to bury myself in one blind thrust. I was built too large for that, so I forced myself to sink into her slowly.
She gasped instantly, her spine arching off the wood as her body stretched tight to accommodate my size.
A month’s worth of wanting finally caught fire.
One of her hands flew to my shoulder, holding on tight, her nails digging into the dense muscle, pulling me closer instead of asking me to stop.
She was impossibly small beneath me, but her slick helped ease my way, letting her take every inch I gave her.
I braced my hands flat on the butcher block on either side of her hips, caging her in while I established a bone-deep, rolling rhythm, plunging a little deeper each time.
Julia cried out, her voice bouncing off the tile and the timber ceiling, filling my kitchen with the prettiest sounds I’d ever heard.
Her back arched, her fingers scrambling against the wood grain for something to hold onto.
She was so tight around me it bordered on pain, her walls gripping my shaft like a fist, and every time I sank deeper, her body pulsed and fluttered in a way that made my vision swim.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her head thrown back, her throat bared. “August— you’re so— I can’t—”
“You can,” I told her, rough and strained. “You’re doing so good, Wildflower. Taking me so well.”
I buried myself to the hilt and held there, my jaw locking as the full, crushing heat of her enveloped every inch of me. My knot was already thickening at the base, bumping against her entrance with each thrust, and the whimper she let out when she felt it made my cock twitch inside her.
I looked down.
The sight nearly dropped me. Julia’s body stretched around my shaft, flushed and glistening, her pussy swollen and pink where we were joined.
I pulled back slowly, watching myself slide out of her inch by inch, coated in her slick.
It was the most erotic, obscene thing I’d ever witnessed in my life, the image of her swallowing me whole—every vein, every ridge, that impossible stretch.
“Fuck,” I breathed, mesmerized. I couldn’t look away. I pulled out again, slow, watching the drag of her body clinging to me like it refused to let go, and drove back in. Out. In. Each stroke purposeful, each one feeding an obsession I hadn’t known I had.
My control started to fray. My hips snapped a little harder, a little faster, and I forced myself to check in.
“Julia.” I cupped her jaw, bringing her glazed eyes to mine. “Talk to me. Are you okay?”
“Don’t stop.” The words came out throaty, barely coherent, her pupils so blown her brown eyes were nearly black. She rolled her hips up to meet me, greedy and desperate. “Please don’t stop. I need— August, I need to come again. Please, I need more…”
She was gone. Mindless and cock-drunk. Her body had taken over, chasing the stretch, chasing the fullness, the pleasure, the bliss. Her thighs trembled and her heels dug into my lower back as she tried to pull me even deeper.
That was all I needed to hear.
I drove into her over and over again, groaning at the tight glove of her heat. I lifted her slightly off the counter with the impact of every thrust. Her sweet scent obliterated my senses until there was nothing left but the maddening friction of her taking everything I had to give.
My balls drew tight, heavy and ready to spill.
“Jules,” I rasped hoarsely. “Ah, Wildflower...” I grunted.
“Don’t pull out,” she begged, letting go of the island completely and letting me support her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pleaded. “August, please. I… I want your knot!”
God, this woman...
I drove my hips forward one final time, burying myself as deeply as I could, pressing past the resistance until my knot popped inside her, swelling unbearably bigger. The pressure of her clenching around my knot was—
“Oh, fuck!” I roared.
The pleasure was too much, and I snapped. Rut fell over me so fast I didn’t know which way was up or down.
I lifted Jules off the counter, gripping her ass, rocking her over my knot, jerking my knot and my cock with her tight little pussy. I groaned, my forehead dropping to rest against her shoulder as my climax tore through me and I came harder than I ever had in my life.
Her cries blended into my ecstasy as she followed me over the edge, her cunt squeezing me in rippling waves that drew my own release out, making my head spin and my legs tingle as she ruined me.
The feverish urgency in the kitchen slowly dissipated, and I came back to myself with my sweet Omega wrapped around me like a koala. The world settled into something incredibly quiet and profound as we were tied together. The only sound was our ragged breathing echoing off the tile backsplash.
I lifted my head, looking down at her flushed face. Her eyes were closed, a soft, contented smile curving her lips.
I hadn’t planned the words. Hadn’t rehearsed a speech. They were just the undeniable truth, sitting in the center of my chest since the moment I watched her eat huckleberry ice cream in the sun.
“I love you.”