Chapter 40
Forty
KAELEN
God above, she was the prettiest thing I have ever laid eyes on. I wasn’t sure what I believed. What I knew was that I was blessed with my beautiful mate. Those sapphire eyes glimmered at me like sparkling crystals. Her raven hair—thick with sweat—fanned around her like a halo.
I twined a strand of blue streaked hair around my finger, giving it a light tug. She gasped the sweetest sound, her bright eyes large and fixed on me.
My omega quickly obeyed, rolling onto her belly and thrusting her plump arse into the air. Face pressed into the blankets. Lips parted. Eyes wide.
Needy.
Mine.
Fuck.
Everything ached, already hard again and ready for my omega. And I would continue to be, for however long her heat lasted. I would rut and knot her, making her come on my tongue, fingers, and cock until her body relented.
Until my wife was sated and safe in my arms.
My alpha roared in delight, filled with relief at the joy of caring for our omega in her nest.
“Alpha,” she whinged, wiggling her cute arse impatiently.
I gave it another swat, smirking at the angry pout on her lips. The tip of my tongue pressed into my aching canines, imagining my mark on her. Soon. When she was lucid enough to enjoy that moment with me, I’d bond her.
Mark my wife as mine forever.
In one fluid stroke, I filled her. Something between a moan and a snarl vibrated in me at the intoxicating squeeze of my mate’s cunt fluttering around me. Nothing had ever felt more right in my life than at this moment.
She rocked into me, chasing her own release as I thrust to meet her. The creamy skin of her thighs was lush under my fingertips. Syrupy sounds fell from her, muffled by the pillows.
“Good girl,” I cooed, leaning forward to cover her body with my own.
“Close,” she panted.
“I know.”
My balls tightened and my dick swelled as my knot grew. A mix of her slick and our combined release dripped from her wet pussy, the noises from between us lewd and filthy and positively deranged.
That’s what this woman did to me. Turned me feral.
The points of my teeth dragged over her pulse, and I stopped myself from piercing her soft flesh.
Not yet.
I had to wait.
“Mate. Mate. Bite me. Bite me. Now. Please. Alpha,” she begged, her voice a dry rasp.
“It’s almost time, Omega,” I whispered, not wanting to distress my sweet girl.
My fingertips traced her constellation of freckles, soothing her as her body shuddered.
With each thrust, her hungry cunt hugged me tighter and tighter.
I roared, slotting my knot into place as she came undone for me again.
Her limp form collapsed in my arms. I held her up, emptying myself in her, groaning at the delicious softness of her pussy milking me.
Gently, I laid beside her, tucking my omega into my chest as another, smaller orgasm rocked her while I continued to come. My alpha quieted, comforted by having our mate so close. I stroked her navel.
Willow was a wild, fierce creature. And suddenly seeing her pliant and slow took my breath away.
Images came into focus.
Ones of her belly taut beneath a thin shirt, round with our child. Ones of her skin glowing as she spread her bare feet out in the grass, reading one of those dirty books she loved.
Nothing in my life was soft. Except for my wife. My omega.
My hand covered the curve of her flat stomach.
This was the most precious thing I’d ever been entrusted with.
I silently vowed to devote myself to the love and protection of not only my omega, but our entire family.
She wriggled, a cute yawn stretching her jaw, breaking me from my reverence.
“Rest, Omega.”
Each day drifted into the next, blending until I no longer knew when or where we were. I had no idea how long it lasted. It was a cloud of knotting, making my omega come, and forcing her to eat and bathe.
Something she stubbornly fought against.
More than once, my wild omega nipped at my fingers while I tried to feed her, leading to me knotting her hard and fast. I swore she pushed me on purpose, smirking like a feral kitten when I gave her what she wanted.
Water dripped from the cloth in my hand, and I gently caressed it along Willow’s curves. Since she refused to get in the bath—saying she needed our scents on her—I have enjoyed cleaning her while she rested.
Those pretty, sleepy eyes blinked open, and my heart threatened to burst from me. The glazed expression that had covered them for the past days wasn’t there. Instead, I saw my wife staring back at me.
The delicate column of her throat bobbed with a tentative swallow. I leaned over her, brushing the backs of my knuckles along the freckles that decorated her tanned skin.
“Hi,” she whispered, the greeting a faint rasp.
Golden morning light spilled in from the windows, making my omega glow like the goddess she was. It was a small reprieve from her heat. My alpha prowled, pacing, urging me to seal the bond.
Bite. Bite. Bite.
“Hello, mo chroí. Do you feel it?” I asked, resting my palm over her heart.
“Yes. Is it time?”
I closed my eyes, trailing my nose over her pulse, relishing her delightful scent. It smelled entirely of her. Of summer rain, wildflowers, and fresh honey. I cradled her face in my hands, knowing I could spend an eternity drowning in her presence.
“If you are still sure?” I asked, praying to whatever deity who would listen that she’d say yes.
Her tiny hand covered mine. My heart stuttered at the brilliant smile she granted me. My still half-hard cock sprang to life, slapping against my stomach. She perfumed, drowning us in sweetened wildflowers.
A muscle jumped in my jaw as I barely held myself back.
Once I marked her, her scent would change. A flawless blend of morning coffee and wildflowers. Honey and whisky.
Her hand pulsed in mine—steady and sure. She traced my knuckles, following the inked, flowering veins covering the skin.
“I’m sure. I want this, Kaelen. Alpha. Please.”
And with those words, my alpha tore free like an unleashed beast. I crashed my lips to Willow’s, lifting her and sliding her silky cunt down onto me while I kissed her.
This was it, the moment in my life I was certain I’d never have. My world was too dark and twisted for anything good. Here in my arms sat the most beautiful, stunning creature I’d ever met. And she was mine. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I’d found my queen.
The woman I’d worship until my dying breath.
The points of my teeth elongated, preparing to make my wife my mate.