Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
RIANN
Pain radiates down my neck, burning my skin, but I don’t care. Not when I can feel the shift inside me amplifying my omega instincts, and I can sense Skylar’s emotions radiating through our new bond.
No, the pain is the last thing on my mind in this perfect moment. I wish it would last forever.
My alpha is everywhere. She’s rubbing her nose in the crook of my neck, swiping her tongue delicately over my fresh bite mark, murmuring as she kisses every place she can reach. I'm drowning in her, and it's the best I've ever felt.
“I’m never letting you go,” she promises as she pushes my hair away with her nose before nipping my ear lobe. “I’m yours now, and I’m never leaving you.”
Warmth explodes through my chest, my heart beating hard against my ribs with the amount of adoration overrunning my system, and I grab her by the chin to drag her mouth to mine.
The second we meet, I’m complete.
“And I’m yours,” I whisper against her lips.
Skylar growls, her sharp scent of pine and smoke spreading over me, and my body responds.
Our kiss deepens, her hold tightens, her moans ring clear in my head as my already racing pulse speeds up.
My mind is completely consumed with her, my body eager to feel her all over as slick pools between my thighs, drenching the front of her pants.
A pulse throbs through my body, heat riding on its tail, and a cramp in my stomach makes me flinch. The pain is a flicker of clarity through my love-induced haze, and my eyes snap to Skylar’s nervously.
“Riann?” she says, her brow creasing as her hands tighten their grip on me. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s…” I rasp, trailing off as another cramp twists my middle, wrenching the breath from my lungs. “I think it’s my heat.”
I look up at her in wide-eyed shock, trying to make sense of what’s happening.
If it really is a heat, that means the bite worked. I’m finally an omega.
An omega in heat.
Oh, shit.
Skylar's expression turns serious as I look up at her, and her concern radiates down the bond. She presses the back of her hand to my forehead, my cheek, my chest.
“You do feel a bit hot,” she admits. Her voice doesn’t reflect any of my current panic, but it’s not reassuring. “The bond must have burned away your suppressants.”
My lips part just as another cramp twists my stomach, and I curl into her arms reflexively, a tiny groan escaping. It’s been so long since I felt the full rage of a heat, and I know it’ll only get worse from here. My pulse spikes, the sound pounding in my ears, and I try to swallow my panic.
It’s going to be fine, I tell myself half-heartedly. My alpha is here. She’ll take care of me.
But the words aren’t enough to chase away the prickle of fear clawing up my spine. This will be my first heat with an alpha, and I have no idea what to expect. Not to mention we’ve been bonded for less than five minutes.
Everything is happening too fast, all at once.
“Skylar,” I whimper as my anxiety sinks its claws in me.
“It’s okay.” She brushes her lips against mine as her scent pumps into the air around us. It’s so thick, I can almost taste it, wrapping around me like a blanket. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll take care of you. But first, let’s get you out of that dress so you can be comfortable.”
At her words, the fabric of my outfit becomes itchy, and I can’t wait to get it off. I stand on shaky legs and catch my breath when Skylar slides off the bed to land on her knees in front of me. Then, she goes to work undoing the straps of my heels, slipping them off and setting them aside.
When she stands, I’m much shorter than I was earlier tonight, and she towers over me. The heat between my thighs turns into a steady throb, and slick streams down my legs as I stare up at her.
My strong, fierce, sexy alpha.
“Turn around, preciosa,” she demands, and I oblige. Shivers skitter down my back as her fingers slide down the zipper, and before I know it, she’s shoving the pesky fabric away from my shoulders. It slinks into a pile at my feet.
Skylar presses open-mouthed kisses along my shoulders, her hands dancing around my waist, over my cramping stomach. She hooks a finger through the string of my thong and shoves it down too, leaving me completely naked and bare for her.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” she mutters in my ear as her hands come up to cup my breasts. I press my ass back against her, the need to feel her growing stronger the longer she teases me.
If I had it my way, she’d throw me into that mountain of blankets and dive into my pussy like a professional swimmer.
But I also want her to take her time. I want her to slowly work me up until I’m falling apart for her, before the heat takes over completely, and I lose myself to my desperate need to be fucked.
She spins me around again to face her, and I watch as she undoes her suit jacket.
Then her button-up. She sheds out of the material, letting them fall carelessly to the floor.
My breath hitches when she undoes her belt, my core clenching hard at the thought of her slapping the leather across my bare ass.
She must be able to read my mind because she chuckles. “We’ll get there, preciosa. Patience.”
Then she drops her belt on the floor.
Her pants join right after.
When she’s in nothing but a sports bra and boxer-briefs, I take a moment to admire her chiseled body. She’s utter perfection, looking like a marble statue carved by the gods. I’ve never been so attracted to someone before, and it blows my mind to know she belongs to me.
This alpha is mine.
Heat crawls up my back, wrapping around my throat, scorching my face.
My pussy throbs needily, gushing more slick, and I squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to quell the flow.
In a blink, Skylar steps forward and grabs me up off the floor.
My legs wrap around her, and her stomach is instantly coated in dripping slick, but she doesn’t seem to care.
“God, you smell incredible, preciosa,” she says, pressing her lips against mine as she walks me to the side of the bed. She carefully lays me down, settling between my thighs, as my mountain of blankets threaten to swallow us whole.
A feral whine plays on my lips, and I grab her shoulders to drag her closer.
My mouth chases hers eagerly, our tongues tangling as more heat builds in my core. I'm hot, so hot, and I need my alpha's mouth to cool down.
"Skylar..." I mumble between kisses, desperation clawing at every inch of me. I want her closer, even though there's almost nothing between us. I want to feel her everywhere.
"Tell me what you need, omega," she growls against my lips. "What do you need from me?"
My eyes flutter at her words, and I roll my hips up involuntarily, searching for friction.
"I want... you to touch me." My voice wobbles with the emotions mounting in me. "Please, I... I need you."
“Of course, my love.” She shifts, holding herself up with a single forearm by my head, and her free hand slides down my body. I shiver as her fingers brush over my pubic bone, slipping over my drenched pussy.
"Do you know how sexy it is that every time I touch you you're soaking wet?" She flashes a smile that has my stomach somersaulting. "I feel like no matter when I find you, you'll be drenched in slick for me."
With a chuckle, I take hold of her wrist and push her hand down, desperately guiding her fingers to my entrance. "I just need to think about you, and I get like this," I assure her, my voice wavering. "Now, I need to feel your fingers inside me before I lose my mind."
"Anything for my omega." She shifts and plunges two fingers straight into my pussy, knocking a tiny gasp out of me. Burying them deep, she thrusts them in a steady rhythm, and dips her head to catch my pebbled nipple between her teeth.
I hiss a breath, grabbing at her shoulders for purchase as she works a third finger into me. She curls them forward, hitting a magical spot that has me seeing stars, and I whimper.
“Fuck, yes,” I whisper. “Yes, right there.”
She sucks on my nipple, nibbling until I groan, and I tangle my fingers in her hair.
I buck my hips against her hand, eager for more as tension builds in my core.
Being on the verge of full-blown heat, it doesn't take much to work me up, and I can already feel the whisper of an orgasm building as Skylar expertly works her fingers into me.
I can feel her pride and love and lust barreling down the bond, slamming into me from every angle, which only intensifies every little touch.
Her sharp pine scent stuffing its way into my lungs, her tongue dancing over my fevered skin, her weight pressing against me, her fingers fucking into me without mercy.
I'm so sensitive, and it's so much, but not enough.
I want more of her.
All of her.
My breath hitches as her thumb rolls over my clit, and pleasure builds low in my belly.
I can feel my climax building, racing closer, and I'm helpless to do anything but buck my hips to urge her on.
A second later, I come hard, waves of pleasure slamming into me as my cries echo off the walls.
Skylar presses her mouth to mine, swallowing the noise with a moan of her own, as slick gushes around her fingers and soaks the bed.
She withdraws her fingers slowly, peppering kisses around my throat and licking over her fresh mark on my neck. Then, she crashes to the bed next to me and tucks me into the crook of her arm. For the moment, the cramps have stopped, but I'm still burning up, sweat beading at my hairline.
My gaze falls down her body, landing on her lingering undergarments, and I pout.
"Are you ever going to let me see you naked?” I ask, glancing up to meet her gaze. I'm not surprised to find her staring at me, a cool smile curving her lips. "Or let me touch you?"
"Yes." She grins wider and presses a kiss to the top of my head. "But right now, my job is to take care of you."
I poke out my bottom lip. “Well, it would make me happy if you at least lost your clothes. That seems fair to me.”
Skylar stills beside me, a tiny furrow forming between her brows like she’s contemplating. I bat my eyelashes and tease my fingers over her perfect abs, hoping she’ll give in. I don’t want anything at all separating us, even two pieces of thin fabric.
Finally, after a long moment, she sighs. “Fine. If that will make my omega happy, but you’re taking them off.”