Chapter Nine
Odette
A tremble ran through me, and something inside me cracked open at his words. There was no time to respond before he was on me, mouth claiming me with a hunger so intense it stole the breath from my lungs.
The first stroke of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure straight through my spine. It was slow, deliberate, maddeningly precise. Then he changed rhythm, those quick flicks against the most sensitive part of me making my hips buck and my hands tangle in his hair, holding on like I might fly apart.
He groaned against me, and the sound vibrated through my entire body.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t form a single word.
My breath came in sharp, desperate gasps as he consumed me like I was something sacred.
I felt the rough heat of his palm slide beneath my thigh, anchoring me, while his other hand settled on my stomach, steadying, grounding, and almost worshipful.
Every pass of his tongue pulled me closer to the edge. Every flick, every suck of his mouth drove me wild. I couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from me, whimpers, broken moans, his name on my lips.
“Rav…” I gasped, my voice high and wrecked. “Don’t stop. Please… don’t stop.”
He growled against me, the promise in his voice feral and full of devotion. “I love hearing you beg. Such a good girl.”
Then he focused entirely on my clit, lips and tongue relentless, and it became too much. My thighs clamped around his head, my back arched off the couch, and the orgasm slammed into me so hard I forgot how to breathe.
I cried out, completely undone, shattering in his hands and mouth. My body shook, spasming with wave after wave of pleasure I couldn’t control. He didn’t stop, didn’t even slow, until I was wrung out and trembling, boneless beneath him.
Only then did he slow, his lips pressing a final, reverent kiss to the inside of my thigh. My entire body felt raw, exposed, like he’d touched something deeper than skin.
I looked down at him, dazed, breathless. His lips were slick with me, his eyes locked on mine, dark and blazing with something primal. I was panting, chest heaving, but somehow I’d never felt more me.
He looked at me like I was the only thing he’d ever wanted, and in that moment, I believed it.
He lingered between my thighs a moment longer, his breath warm against my skin, his hands still cradling me like I might vanish if he let go.
My body still hummed, pulsing with the aftershocks, but I wasn’t finished, not by a long shot.
I needed more. Not just his mouth, not just his hands, I needed him.
“Come here,” I rasped, still breathless, tugging at his arm.
He rose from between my thighs, mouth slick, eyes wild. The hunger in him was undiluted now, raw and searing. His cock jutted from his hips, thick and flushed, glistening with precum. I ached for him, desperately, wholly.
As he settled over me, I hooked my legs around his waist, dragging him down until the thick heat of him pressed against my entrance.
“You’re soaked,” he growled, grinding into me. “Dripping for me.”
“For you,” I whispered, my voice catching on a moan. “Because of you.”
He kissed me hard, his tongue fucking into my mouth with the same ruthless hunger he’d just used on my body. His hands were everywhere, possessive and greedy. One gripped my breast. The other fisted in my hair, tugging my head back to bare my throat.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you like this since the second I saw you,” he snarled against my skin, his teeth grazing my neck. “Make you mine. Ruin you for anyone else.”
“Then do it,” I bit back, fire curling low in my belly. “Stop teasing. Fuck me, Rav.”
That was all it took.
With a deep, guttural groan, he drove into me in one fierce stroke. I cried out, my fingers clawing into his shoulders as he filled me, stretching me to the edge of pain and pleasure.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You feel insane. So tight. So perfect.”
He didn’t give me time to adjust. He didn’t need to. He began to move immediately, hard and fast, fucking me like a man starved. The wet slap of skin echoed in the room, filthy, frantic, perfect. My back arched, body straining toward him as he pistoned into me.
“Is this what you wanted?” he panted, dragging my legs higher over his shoulders so he could go deeper. “This cock ruining your tight little pussy?”
“Yes… fuck, yes!” I screamed, lost in the rhythm of it. “More. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!”
He snarled, slamming into me harder. Sweat slicked his skin, muscles flexing as he drove into me without mercy. One hand wrapped around my throat, not choking, just holding, claiming. A bolt of lightning shot through me.
“Look at you,” he growled, his voice thick and wild. “So fucking pretty when you take it like this. So good for me.”
I couldn’t even form words. I was drowning in pleasure, tears springing to my eyes from the intensity of it, the overwhelming stretch, the heat, the need.
And gods, I wanted to break.
He leaned down, his teeth grazing my ear. “Gonna cum for me again? Gonna let me feel this pussy clench around my cock?”
“Rav…” I whimpered, right on the edge.
“I own this pussy,” he snarled, voice ragged and guttural. “Now show me.”
I shattered, violently, completely. I screamed his name as the orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clenching down hard around him, milking him with every pulse. He cursed, slamming into me once, twice more before groaning deep in his chest.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it, baby?”
“Inside,” I gasped, still shaking. “Fill me. Mark me.”
He roared my name, burying himself deep as he came, his hips jerking, body convulsing above me. I felt the hot rush of him flood me, and gods, it was so much. So primal. So perfect.
He collapsed on top of me, chest heaving, still buried deep, our sweat-slicked bodies tangled together.
For a while, there was only the sound of our breathing, our hearts pounding in time.
Finally, he lifted his head, eyes heavy and filled with fire. He brushed damp hair from my face and whispered, “You’re mine now.”
Haze
September 24th
9:32 A.M
My omega looked so damn pretty.
Even in sleep, there was something ethereal about her.
Like she belonged in a softer, sweeter world than the one we lived in.
Her lashes rested delicately against her cheeks, and the scattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose made my chest ache with something fierce and protective.
She looked peaceful in her nest, buried beneath layers of gold and orange pillows, the soft fuzz of her favorite blanket wrapped around her like armor.
And gods help me, just lying there watching her breathe felt like a privilege.
Probably creepy, yeah. But I didn’t care.
Carefully, I leaned over and brushed my lips against hers—just a whisper of a kiss, so light I wasn’t sure if she even registered it in her dreams. She stirred faintly, curling deeper into the nest with a soft sigh, and I froze like she might wake and catch me stealing moments that didn’t belong to me yet.
When I’d come home last night, the entire living room had smelled like blueberry sex.
That was the only way to describe it. The scent of her slick and pleasure still lingered in the air like smoke after a fire, rich and decadent.
And Ravik, of all people, had been walking around with an actual smile on his face. Like a real one. It was fucking weird.
But I was happy for them. For her. For him.
Progress like that was a good sign; it meant she was healing, that she felt safe, and that she was choosing us, piece by piece. I knew how far she’d come, how much she was still carrying, and the fact that she let Ravik in like that mattered.
Still, I couldn’t lie to myself.
I was jealous. Not the possessive, bitter kind. More like the aching, “I wish it had been me” kind. Or maybe the I wish I’d been there kind. Watching and holding her hand, kissing her while she came apart. I wasn’t picky.
I just wanted everything with this woman.
Every laugh. Every tear. Every breathless, beautiful moment. I wanted her light and her darkness. Her joy and her rage. Her sass, her sorrow, her stubbornness. I wanted to earn her smiles, be the reason her scent went sweet and warm, and be the one she clung to when nightmares stirred.
My pretty little sun.
And gods help me, I’d rip anyone apart to make sure she kept shining.
She stirred beneath the layers of gold and orange, her fingers flexing against the plush comfort of her nest. One soft sound slipped past her lips—half sigh, half sleepy protest—and I damn near melted into the floor. My pretty little sun was waking up, and I got to be the first thing she saw.
Fucking jackpot.
I let the rumble in my chest start slow, a low purr that vibrated beneath my ribs and rolled through the space between us. Her brows twitched, her nose scrunched up just slightly, and then those bright blue eyes cracked open, bleary and blinking in the soft morning light.
“Hi, my pretty sun,” I whispered, grinning like the fool I absolutely was for her. “Sleep good? Or were you too busy dreaming about me again?”
She blinked once. Then smiled.
Gods, it was devastating. That small, sleepy, utterly hers smile that made me want to do the most insane shit, like rob a museum for her. Or jump off a roof just to hear her laugh.
Her voice was still rough with sleep. “You’re purring at me.”
“I’m seducing you with my alpha vibrations,” I said solemnly, pressing my hand to her hip like it was part of some sacred ritual. “I read somewhere that works on omegas. Also, bees.”
She let out a sleepy huff of laughter, curling toward me like I was the warmth she wanted to crawl into. Her hair was a mess, her cheek pillow-creased, and I’d never seen anything so beautiful.
“You’re weird,” she muttered, voice muffled against my arm.
“I’m yours,” I corrected, brushing my fingers along her side. “And I came bearing excellent news.”
She arched a brow, one hand dragging across her eyes. “Do I want to know?”