Chapter 16
Noelle
His filthy words spur me forward, making my hands tremble as I smooth out the last bits of fabric. It’s all wrong. It’s still all somehow wrong. Not good enough. It’s just not good enough.
Fragmented thoughts rip through my brain, short and punctuated by the weight of my heat. I don’t understand how any of this is happening. I took my pills. I did everything right. How did it all go so wrong?
Not that it really matters. In the end, I finally have someone who sees me, flaws and all, and still wants me. All I can offer him is this nest, and even that’s not good enough.
“It’s okay, omega,” he whispers as he hunches down next to me, but I barely hear him.
It’s too noisy. Too chaotic. Too… much. Everything is too much.
“Pretty omega,” he calls out again. “It’s enough. Invite me in. Surround me with the comfort only you can provide.”
No! I long to scream out. It’s not perfect. It’s not enough. I’m not enough. But it sticks in my throat, hidden where only I can feel my shame.
“Noelle.”
That one word cuts through the fog, cuts through the haze, and slams into my heart. Hearing my name on his lips shifts something in me. It gives me leverage to stop and look at him, truly look at him.
There’s no recrimination in his gaze. There’s no dismissal or dissatisfaction. Love? Is that what love looks like?
He rests his hand on my cheek as he gives me a soft smile. “Please, Noelle. Invite me in.”
Unable to resist the allure of his words, I motion toward the haphazard pile and move out of the way so his bulk can settle in. Somehow, the moment he’s in there, everything shifts. It’s finally perfect. As if he were the missing piece.
My soul flutters for a moment as everything settles into calm. But only for a brief moment. The instant he’s fully reclined, he crooks his finger and motions for me to join him. There’s a heat in his gaze, a hunger that calls to my own.
I slide in next to him, but that’s not enough. He grips my waist and pulls me on top, sitting me on his lower stomach so his cock rests between the cleft of my ass. So massive, so imposing, so mine. He says to have a claim on me, but doesn’t realize it goes both ways.
A soft moan slips from my lips as I rock my ass against him, reveling in the feel of his cock pulsing against me. The look of need crossing his face emboldens me to do it again, to watch as he melts for me. Soon, his fingers dig into me as he holds me still.
“Sassy little minx,” he growls in that way that has my pussy dripping for him. Only him. “I’ll fuck you soon enough.”
With slow, measured movements, he eases me up and holds me above his cock, just enough for his tip to brush my inner lips. To be this close, yet so far, is a torture I never planned on, never expected.
“Beg, Noelle. I want to hear you beg for my cock.”
“Please,” I cry out, no longer caring how desperate I sound.
This is what he wants. There’s no shame in giving it to him. No shame at all.
“You can do better than that,” he teases as he lowers me just a touch more.
His tip grazes my entrance, making me nearly feral. So close to getting what I want, getting what I desire. Can’t he just lower me all the way? Can’t he just filling this gaping need?
“Words, Noelle,” he practically purrs. “I can see the expressions flit across your face, but I want every fucking filthy detail. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you!” I whimper. “Please. Please, Master. I need you.”
He rocks his hips a little, dipping the tip just inside, but pulling right back out. “What, specifically, do you want me to do? Please, can ask for a lot of things. Be specific.”
My muscles burn as I strain against him, desperate for him to fill me up, to impale me.
“I need your cock,” I rasp. “I need your massive cock inside me. Please, Master. I need to feel you inside me. To have you ease this ache. I want you to fill me up until I can’t breathe.
Until I end and begin with you. Please. Fuck me, then claim me. Make me yours. Claim me.”
“Well then. Since you asked so prettily.”
With one hard stroke, he lowers me onto his cock. From this position, I’m so tight, so impossibly full of him. Each breath is laced with his scent. Every twitch has me clenching against his massive girth.
Groaning, I lean back as his shaft rubs against every inch. God, but it feels like heaven and hell all mixed into one. My nails score his chest as I rock back and forth, easing the ache between my thighs, but it’s doesn’t. Not really. All it does is fan the flames and make me hunger all the more.
“That’s it, Noelle. Ride me. Fuck me. Take my cock. I want to watch you as you cum. I want to feel your body explode around me.”
Emboldened by his words, I roll my hips, using his cock like my own personal fuck toy.
I ride him, paying no heed to his pleasure.
Only mine. For once, it’s about me. Only me.
No one else. Here, there are no bills. There’s no brother to take care of.
There’s no endless list of things to accomplish. It’s only Jason and me.
Freedom, as I’ve never felt it before, flows through me, shoring me up, giving me strength to just let go. As the heat fully takes over me, I am only aware of the insistent pulsing between my thighs and how Jason stretches me to the breaking point.
It’s not enough.
None of it’s enough.
I’m ravenous for him, hungrier than I’ve ever been before. Nothing I do eases the deep ache inside. Even as my orgasm hovers at the surface, I need more. Digging my nails into his chest, I grip my thighs around his waist and grind against him.
His cock swells and pulses in me, quivering as he races to join me. Fingers dig into my skin. My name shimmers in the air. There is no time. There’s only sensation, only desire.
Lurid shouts ring about my ears as his knot swells inside. Only then, only as it locks me in place, do I feel any real satisfaction. My inner walls clamp down around him, gripping him tight as he bathes my insides with his scalding seed.
Everything explodes as relief rushes through me, giving me just a moment of clarity. God, but it feels so good to finally come, to finally break apart on his cock. Until this moment, I didn’t realize just how much I missed it.
Frantic hands skim up my arms and to the back of my neck as he urges me forward. Soon, I’m back under his spell, back in the thick of my heat until I’m nearly drowning in it. I’m so full with his cock and knot that the stretch is painful, nearly tearing me apart.
It’s nothing compared to his teeth sinking into me. Nothing compared to the loud, possessive roar that floods my ears as he clamps down, claiming me as his own. In the darkness, threads weave around us, invisible to the naked eye, but as real as the hot skin quivering beneath me.
Loud, plaintive cries pound in my head. Over and over, the sounds ripple, reverberate, filling my skull until it aches. Minutes go by until I realize it’s me. I’m the one screaming.
Pain and pleasure explode in my body, triggering another explosive orgasm. Even on the heels of the worst pain I can ever remember, it feels like paradise, like bliss. Finally, after all these years of being lonely, of being stressed and afraid, I belong. I’m home.
Sobs wrack my body as I continue to writhe upon his cock, drinking in every ounce of pleasure I can. Jason is there with me. His voice whispers in my mind. His hands roam over my body. Every inhale is him. Every exhale is us.
But it’s not enough. It’s not complete. Inside, I feel the nagging sensation of needing to complete the circuit.
Easing my way down, I nuzzle his chest. His heartbeat is so firm, so strong and steady, so alluring.
I kiss his smooth skin before planting my teeth in him, marking him just as thoroughly as he marked me.
His roar of satisfaction buzzes in my ears. It burns through my synapses as the bond strengths, tightens, binds us together even more. Thick coils join us, connecting every part. Body, heart, and soul.
Then, and only then, do I finally fall asleep. For the first time since I can remember, I give someone else the burden. My other half, the soul I never knew I was missing.
Soft hands stir me as warm lips pepper my skin.
The touch is gentle, but I know the violence simmering underneath.
Through the bond, everything is laid bare—Jason’s possession, his obsession, and his love.
Though he does not say the word out loud, I hear it in my heart clearly enough to ease any worry or discomfort.
“We only have a few minutes left. I’ve laid your clothes out that you packed. Soon, I’ll get you something nicer. Can’t have my mate walking around in basic pajamas, can I?”
Even though his tone is playful, I can still feel the burn of his ire through the bond. He’s still a bit displeased with me, and I know this is one battle I will never win. Might as well give in and let him have his way.
“That would be for the best,” he growls as he nuzzles the shoulder not throbbing with his mark. “I suppose it’s time we face the music.”
The air shifts as I become fully awake and take in the destruction of the room. Fragmented memories slice through my brain. They’re not enough for a full picture, but I get the gist. I still sit there in the middle of the nest, surrounded by his scent and warmth.
“Will they be angry with us?”
“About the room? No. About me claiming you? Absolutely.”
A frisson of fear winds its way around my heart as I pull my knees into my chest.
“Now, now,” he growls. “None of that. We’ll be fine. I’ll make sure of it. Come, let’s get a shower before I take you home.”
I blink over at the clock. So early. Daniel will still be there. Do I dare bring in a strange Alpha?
Jason helps me up and gives me a soft smile. “He’ll have to get used to me at some point. Why not over breakfast?”
“Maybe once I get used to you being in my head,” I giggle as he leads to me to the bathroom. “It’s so odd… so…”
“Invasive?” he teases as he starts the water running.
“I was going to say intimate, but invasive works too.”
“Ahh. After you.”
Once I step into the shower, he washes every inch of me, taking special care of the wound. After inspecting every inch, he rinses me off and shampoos my hair, taking his time to massage my scalp. Again, something else to get used to.
“And you will,” he grumbles in my ear. “Remember, you’re mine. And I take care of what’s mine.”
Despite the heat of the shower, I shiver at his words. “Yes, Master. I hear you.”
We swiftly finish the shower and dress. My gut churns in knots as he leads me to the door. Despite the gentle squeeze of his hand and wave of reassurance through the bond, I can’t help the anxiety bubbling up in my throat.
Just as he said, the director stands outside our door and taps her foot in annoyance. “I hope you realize what you’ve done,” she snaps out before handing Jason a piece of paper. “The contract clearly states-”
“Fuck your contract,” he retorts, his voice calm and steady. “She was in heat. A real one. Somehow, your receptionists didn’t realize it. Do you understand how dangerous that was? If some other Alpha…”
He pauses as he gathers his composure, but I feel the wrath, the abject fear for me through the bond. It doesn’t matter that I’m safe now, that I’m with him. It was too close of a call for comfort.
Clearing his throat, he continues. “I saw her through it and made her mine. Nothing can be done about it. You might as well let us pass. I know my mate needs some more sleep. You wouldn’t deprive her of that, would you?”
She looks over his shoulder and me and rolls her eyes. “I suppose not. But you realize you’re both banned from here, correct?”
He steps back and wraps an arm around my waist. “And why would I want to come back when I have everything I need right here by my side?”
Pushing past, he takes me to his car and puts me inside. “Come. Let’s take you home. We both need some sleep before facing your brother.”