Chapter 47
CHAPTER
FORTY-SEVEN
CHRISTINE
My teeth sink deep into Mylo’s neck as my spine curls and my knot throbs, filling him with heat.
Mylo’s gasp of pain and relief is a song, and his blood tastes like the sweetest wine as I sweep my tongue along his broken skin.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous. His fangs glint in the fiery sunset, and his ears are long and pointed. As his eyes roll back with pleasure, light dances through crystalline amber.
His expression is utterly transcendent, and I want to know what he feels, what it’s like.
And then I find out.
Because his scent hits my nose—but it’s not just his scent anymore.
It’s a coastal citrus orchard abundant with ripe fruit, hanging heavy on the branch, ready to be plucked and eaten, honeyed juices rolling down chins and coating fingers.
Distant thunder rolls, and the wind bears the scent of blooming flowers and the promise of rain that will nourish and soothe and become even more fruit.
“Mine,” I murmur against his neck, lips still damp with his blood.
“Mine.” I kiss his jaw, his ear, wind my fingers into his hair, slide a hand behind his back to press him firmly against my chest. “Mine.” I rock my hips, loving how he clenches around me as he spills into a gentle, shivering climax, squeezing rhythmically around my knot.
His arms slide over my neck, pulling me close—then pain blossoms from my shoulder as he sinks his teeth into me, both revenge and reciprocation.
I have no gland waiting to burst, releasing a flood of hormones, but I have a wicked masochistic streak that groans with pleasure as my blood slides out from around his mouth, dripping across my skin.
His claws rake down my back, spilling more for good measure.
My omega sprawls beneath me, teeth and lips glistening with crimson, amber eyes pierced by dark slits, and now I have seen the most beautiful thing.
“Mine,” he hisses.
I fold my mouth around his, tasting my blood on his tongue. In only a few breaths, urgent need rises again. I rut into him, knot staying tightly lodged, just the tug enough to build my pleasure.
Mylo kisses me fiercely until the bliss overwhelms him and his head tips back, falling through peak after peak as my body drains all the tension from him.
I shudder as my knot swells to its thickest yet, and I pour into Mylo again, thrusting hard.
No sooner does he let out a pained whimper than my teeth sink into his other shoulder, bursting that gland too, overwhelming years of repression with that unmistakable message:
You are mine. And you always will be.
This time, he relaxes fully. I flip us over, pulling him to rest on my chest. His legs splay around me, and he nuzzles my breast. I lay an arm across his back and run the other through his hair.
He dozes.
I watch over him.
Eventually, when the sun is far gone and a spill of stars illuminates the sky above, he stirs, voice hoarse.
“So… that’s it? My heat is over?”
I chuckle. “You’re funny, little omega.”
“Don’t call me that,” he grumbles.
I lean down and whisper next to his ear, “Why don’t you try to stop me, then?”
He lets out a half-hearted huff and nuzzles into me again.
“We have much more of this to do,” I say, now realizing how little Mylo knows about his own biology. And given how unusual he is—nearly thirty without having gone into heat—I think we’ll be learning much together.
“For how long?”
“I don’t know. Your body has a lot to catch up on. Could be days… could be weeks… could be months…”
“Months?!”
“Hm… that’s just my wishful thinking. I’d keep you out here for years if I could get away with it.” I lick his cheek.
“No, you wouldn’t. You’d get bored of me.”
“Bored, maybe. Of you? Never…”
“You don’t think I have to… catch up on all my missed heats… do you?”
“I don’t know. It’s probably not that extreme. You have a hormone cycle that just went from zero to two hundred. It might be irregular for a while. Your heats could be longer or more frequent until you regulate.”
“Oh…” He shifts, sitting up slightly, and the movement tugs on my knot.
I grunt at the wave of pleasure, my cock throbbing in response.
“Stop that,” he murmurs.
“If you move, it’s gonna do that. I don’t control it.”
He moves carefully, adjusting his cheek on my breast until he can look up at me.
I lean down and kiss his forehead.
“You’re oddly analytical sometimes, for being… you.”
“I’d hope I’m getting at least some mileage out of a degree in physics.”
He makes an exasperated noise and rolls his eyes.
It’s adorable.
Against my breasts, he mutters, “Someday I’ll find something you’re bad at.”
“I look forward to trying.”
“You’re not supposed to be chipper about it.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? Think about how many things we’ll get to try along the way. I could be terrible at skydiving, for example. Maybe I’m useless in an escape room. Or… oh, those people who carve wood with chainsaws? I could be dreadful at that.”
Despite himself, Mylo laughs against my chest. “I hate you.”
“I hate you too.”
A peaceful calm rises around us, and I don’t think I’ve been this relaxed in… ever. There’s not a problem in this world that Mylo’s heartbeat and sweet breath couldn’t soothe.
Eventually, he asks, “So, am I going to be stuck on you like this for the whole heat?”
“I hope not. You’ll probably be able to escape within the hour. You have many more knottings and lockings to look forward to before your greedy ass is sated, I’m sure.”
“I’m not greedy.”
“Uh huh.”
“I’m not!”
“I didn’t say you were, I said your ass is greedy. You keep… ngh, milking it out of me…” I shudder as another gentle climax rolls through my body, pumping Mylo with yet more heat.
He whimpers with quiet pleasure, then collects himself. “Oh. Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you something… why do you want people to call you ‘Tee’?”
“Hm? Well… Christine Evansworth is for the cameras. Tee is… me.”
“Yeah, no, I got that. You’re very deep, your life is very hard, yada yada. I meant, why Tee and not, I don’t know, Chrissy or Evan?”
I look at him and raise a brow. “First off, can you imagine anybody calling me ‘Chrissy’?”
He snorts.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. ‘Tee’ came from my high school volleyball team. I was a head and a half taller than every other girl. So, they called me ‘Teeny’. Faster to yell ‘Tee’ across the court and… it stuck.”
“That is… really dumb.”
“You asked.”
“I never said I didn’t like it.”
I chuckle and run my fingers through his hair, enjoying how the shift has brought out more teal at his roots.
He fidgets, ass clenching around me again. “So… do we have to wait for your knot to… reset?”
“I mean… if you want to go anywhere, yes. What are you asking?”
He picks up his head and looks up at me with a mischievous grin. “I’m asking if you’ve got any stamina left, princess.”
In a flash, I’m on top of him, pinning his hands over his head. “I’m going to fuck that smug grin right off your face.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
And then I’m doing just that, driving into Mylo again, late into the night.