Chapter Twelve
Fallon
I blinked awake slowly, warmth wrapped around me like a comforting cocoon.
My body felt heavy and relaxed in a way only Voss could make me feel.
Stretching slightly, I opened my eyes to see him still asleep beside me.
His features were softened and peaceful, his usually intense expression replaced by quiet vulnerability.
It was a side of him rarely seen, and I savored it greedily.
We were nestled in my nest—pillows and blankets tangled around us, sheets sliding halfway off the bed. My clothes from work lay scattered in messy trails across the floor, abandoned hours ago when I'd come home intending a quick lunch break only to end up napping in bed with Voss.
I smiled softly to myself, eyes drifting over his broad, tattooed chest. He wore nothing but grey joggers that hung low on his hips, emphasizing the hard muscle beneath. My fingers twitched with the sudden urge to touch, to explore.
I shifted gently, careful not to wake him, propping myself up on one elbow to get a better look.
My fingers brushed tentatively along his collarbone, skimming downward, tracing patterns across the ink decorating his skin.
He didn't stir, only his breathing changing slightly as I pressed soft kisses against his shoulder, lips feather-light, teasing across the sharp line of his jaw.
When my fingertips danced lower, tracing his defined abs, a soft growl vibrated from his chest—a deep, sleepy rumble that sent tingles straight between my thighs.
His muscles twitched as I ran my tongue slowly over the hard ridges of his stomach, tasting his skin, savoring the slight saltiness there.
His hand shot out suddenly, strong fingers tangling into my messy hair as his eyes fluttered open—dark, heavy-lidded, already filled with lust.
"Well, good morning, Princess," Voss rasped, voice rough from sleep, his gaze piercing me. A dark grin tugged at his lips, half sleepy and fully possessive. "Did you start without me?"
My cheeks warmed, but I smirked playfully up at him. "You looked comfortable. I didn't want to disturb you."
"Disturb me?" His hand tightened in my hair, gently tugging until I was forced to climb onto him, straddling his hips. I felt the hard press of him beneath me, evident through his joggers, making my heart race. "Disturb me anytime you want, Princess."
He sat up quickly, one hand still buried in my hair as he captured my lips roughly. He kissed me like he owned me, devouring me with every swipe of his tongue. The sensation stole the breath from my lungs, leaving me dizzy and gripping his shoulders tightly.
Voss’s free hand slipped beneath the hem of his oversized t-shirt I wore, fingers digging into my hips. I moaned softly as his thumb brushed against the lace edge of my panties.
"Already wet for me?" His voice was a dark whisper against my lips, filled with a hint of smug satisfaction. His thumb pressed against my clit through the lace, making my hips jerk forward instinctively.
"It's your fault," I teased breathlessly, rolling my hips against him, desperate for more friction. "Stop being so hot."
He laughed darkly, his hand sliding beneath my panties, fingers gliding over my slick folds. "Not my fault you're irresistible." With practiced ease, he flipped us over, pinning me beneath him in the softness of our nest.
I gasped, looking up into his intense gaze. Voss pulled the shirt off me, exposing my skin and leaving me flushed and exposed. He studied me hungrily, a slow smile curving his lips as he tugged my panties down my thighs, tossing them carelessly aside.
My body arched eagerly toward him as he leaned down, lips finding my neck, biting gently, soothing the sting with his tongue. He kissed lower, trailing down my collarbone, pausing to suck hard enough to leave a mark on the swell of my breast.
"Voss," I breathed, threading fingers through his dark curls, tugging slightly as his mouth latched onto my nipple, teeth grazing it lightly before soothing it with his tongue.
His fingers slid between my thighs, slipping inside my wetness, working me open until my thighs trembled. My hips rocked helplessly against his hand as his thumb circled my clit, sending bolts of pleasure through me.
He withdrew his fingers suddenly, making me groan at the loss. I watched, breathing heavily, as he slipped his joggers off, his cock springing free, thick and hard, the head already slick with precum. My thighs parted wider instinctively, my body craving him in a primal, overwhelming need.
His gaze never left mine as he settled between my legs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my slick opening. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he sank into me. I whimpered, feeling every inch stretching me, filling me until he was fully seated.
"Fuck, Princess," he growled, voice thick with possessiveness, eyes almost black with intensity. "You feel perfect. Like you were fucking made for me."
"I was," I panted, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, urging him to move. "Only for you."
His hips snapped forward, deep thrusts hitting all the right places, stealing the breath from me. My fingers clawed at his back, desperate to anchor myself as pleasure overwhelmed my senses.
Voss kissed me fiercely, swallowing my moans, his teeth catching my lower lip in a gentle bite. He angled his hips differently, hitting deeper, causing my body to shudder beneath him.
"Fuck, please," I begged, desperation clear in my voice, nails digging into his shoulders. My orgasm built rapidly, heat spiraling low in my belly, muscles tightening around him.
"Come for me, Princess," he commanded, voice dark and raw. "I need to feel it."
His thumb brushed my clit again, the extra sensation pushing me over the edge. Pleasure crashed through me, fierce and overwhelming. My body convulsed around him, stars bursting behind my eyelids as I cried out his name, clinging to him like he was the only anchor in my world.
With a rough growl, Voss thrust deep once more, his knot pressing insistently at my entrance. Pleasure and anticipation twisted sharply in my gut as he held my hips, pushing forward until the wide stretch burned deliciously. He surged forward again, his knot locking tightly inside me.
I gasped, the sensation pushing me into another climax, so intense my vison goes white. Voss groaned roughly as he came, his warmth spilling deep inside me, filling me until I felt it start leaking out around his knot.
“Fuck, Fallon.” Voss’s breathing was heavy, warm breath fanning my neck as he held me tight, knot deep inside me. I felt blissfully satisfied, relaxed, and safe. His fingertips traced lazy circles on my back, each touch raising tiny goosebumps.
“You know,” Voss murmured, voice sleepy, rough around the edges, “I still can’t believe you're our mate. It’s like we finally got something good we never deserved.”
I laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Funny joke, Voss.”
His whole body went rigid, and the soothing patterns stopped instantly. The silence stretched out awkwardly until I finally lifted my head, meeting his suddenly tense gaze.
The laughter died on my lips. “Voss, what’s wrong?”
His jaw clenched tightly, eyes darkening with discomfort and something else—panic. “I thought you figured it out.”
Confusion began to twist into dread, pooling in the pit of my stomach. “Figured what out?”
“You said you were made for me, and I thought. I thought you had figured it out.” Voss sat up carefully as soon as his knot released, shifting me gently to the side. He wouldn’t look at me directly, his expression of fear I'd never seen on him. He swallowed visibly, and my heart pounded.
“Voss, what are you talking about?” My voice trembled. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
He shook his head slowly, eyes meeting mine with an intensity that pierced my soul. “You're our scent match, Fallon. You're our mate.”
My heart plummeted, disbelief spiraling into betrayal. I pulled away from him, feeling suddenly vulnerable and humiliated. “Are you telling me you all lied to me?”
He exhaled sharply, regret filling his eyes. “We didn’t think you would believe us.”
I pushed myself off the bed, scooping clothes from the floor, not caring what belonged to whom. “You knew the entire time?” I hissed, fury rising. My limbs shook uncontrollably as I stormed toward the bathroom.
“Fallon, wait—” He reached for me, but I jerked away violently.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I snapped, slamming the bathroom door behind me.
Tears blurred my vision as I quickly cleaned myself up, desperately scrubbing away the feel of him, my emotions raw and overwhelming. My fingers trembled as I yanked my clothes on, fury burning hotter with every heartbeat.
When I opened the door, Voss stood waiting, eyes wild, frantic. “Fallon, please, it’s not—”
“I don’t want to hear another word,” I snarled, storming past him and down the stairs, heart hammering painfully in my chest. I can’t believe they lied.
My heart feels like it's being ripped from my chest. They had a chance to tell me.
It's been fucking months since we got married.
Did they not tell me because then they could get rid of me later if they wanted to?
I found Kingston, Romano, and Jace gathered in the living room, laughing softly at some show. Their smiles vanished the moment they saw me, alarm flickering in their eyes when Voss barreled into the room behind me, panic evident on his usually composed face.
“Tell me the truth,” I demanded, my voice shaking, eyes blazing with betrayal and pain. “Did you know from the start I was your mate?”
Kingston stood slowly, expression guarded but eyes filled with guilt. “Fallon, listen—”
“Did. You. Know?” I shouted, voice cracking.
He glanced at Romano, then Jace, before meeting my gaze again. His jaw tightened. “Yes, we knew.”
“How?” My voice wobbled dangerously. “How could you know?”