22. Nelly
Nelly
He shouldn't feel this good.
His arms wrap around me, strong and steady, and I melt against him. He's a one hundred percent, grade-A slab of Alpha beef, and I want nothing more than to bite into him and savor it. His scent curls around me, aged leather and cedarwood, and it's intoxicating.
The Omega inside of me aches to be stuffed full of him.
"Mine," he growls as we sink to the couch.
My legs part for him as he slides against me. His lips release mine, and I'm able to gasp for air as he nips down my neck. His tongue laves along my scent gland, teasing something that makes my pussy pulse.
"Nash," I whisper.
"I'm not," he murmurs as his teeth rake against my gland. "But that doesn't mean I won't tease."
Wetness pools between my thighs. How the hell is this man so sexy? He's infuriating, stoic, and knows way too much about everyone in town.
And I'm ready to jump his bones.
My hands glide down his chiseled torso before my fingertips ripple over the definition of his abs. My mouth waters as his face buries itself into my clothed chest. My legs tuck toward me as his hips roll, like he's trying to tease me into submission.
He doesn't have to tease, though.
I've already made the decision that I'm going to fuck his brains out.
"Fuck," I whimper as my toes hook into the band of his sweatpants.
He chuckles as he slips his hand beneath my shirt. "Such an eager little Omega."
"Nash, please. Don't tease."
"But teasing's the best part."
"Ugh. You're infuriating even during sex."
His chuckle ignites me as he slips my shirt over my head.
We do a dance on the couch, rolling and tucking and kissing in between all of the movements.
I expected him to be a feral Alpha. To be one of those guys who just takes what he wants.
I imagined him as the kind of man who wouldn't even get his clothes off before sinking into someone.
I admit, I've imagined more than a few times what kind of Alpha he'd be in bed.
"Nash," I choke out.
"Mmm," he hums as he latches his warm mouth around my puckered nipple, "you taste so good everywhere."
My hands bury themselves into his hair. I try to push him farther south. Farther down to where I need him most. The pulsing of my clit is too much to bear. I need friction. I need movement.
I need a knot.
I try to tell myself it's my pre-heat talking, but the truth of the matter is, Nash has smelled good for a while now. His tongue laps toward my other breast, and goosebumps skitter across my body. The slow tease is torture, and a gush of slick bursts from between my thighs.
Nash growls against my breast as his hand snakes in between my legs.
"Yes, please. Something. Anything," I pant out.
"God," he grumbles as his fingers drag through my wetness, "such a mess you make for me, Omega."
"I'll make it on you if you hurry up."
His chuckle is dark. "Patience, little one. You wanted a distraction, right? For as long as you can get it?"
Oh, God.
He's going to make me hate this in the best of ways.
His finger finds my pounding nub and my legs jump. My hands tighten in his hair as he kisses down my stomach. My body is spread out for him on the couch like a buffet, and he kisses me as if I'm a goddess.
A girl could get used to this.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are," he whispers in between kisses to my belly button.
"Nash," I whimper.
"I know what you want, little one. Just trust me."
"I've never not trusted you."
The truth slams against my rib cage and he pauses.
I know it sounds weird coming from me, especially since we get on each other's nerves.
But just because he and I are like oil and water sometimes doesn't mean I don't trust him.
He's one of the safest Alphas in this town, and I'd stand by that any day of the week.
I buck my hips and he chuckles before settling between my legs.
"Oh, yes," I groan as my hands tighten in his hair. "Time to get to the good stuff."
"I haven't even done anything yet."
I choke down a whine trying to rear its head as his hands help my thighs over his shoulders.
His mouth turns, kissing the soft swell of my inner thighs on both sides.
His tongue darts out and licks the wetness from my body.
He sucks a patch of skin between his teeth, teasing it until another gush bursts from me.
Then he nuzzles into it.
"Christ," I choke out.
"Want to smell like you for days," he groans.
His tongue slips out, teasing my swollen entrance. He laves it slowly up my slit until he flicks the tip of my clit with such light precision that I nearly come undone just from the one stroke. I'm so wound up I can't stand it.
"Nash," I moan as I lift my head and thud it back against my pillow, "this is insane. Come on."
His chuckle is infuriatingly beautiful. "You really don't like the buildup, do you?"
"Not when I'm this horny."
"Fine, then."
The instant he latches his lips around my clit, my back arches.
My eyes roll into my head as his tongue presses against that sensitive bundle of nerves.
My hips rock eagerly, riding his face as if I'm about to ride him off into the sunset.
The slurping sounds coming from between my legs send another wave of slick dribbling from my body. I enjoy the way we sound together.
But that has nothing on how amazing he sounds when drinking me down.
"Good God, I'm going to be here for a while," he snarls.
His hands brace against the backs of my thighs, pushing my knees toward my chest. It unfurls my pussy for him like a budding rose, and I'm pinned beneath his efforts. His mouth is hungry for what I have to offer, and it makes me claw at the couch. Desperate for purchase.
"You better get those hands back in my hair, Omega," he demands.
My fingers fly back to his scalp and scrape against his skin. "Sorry, sorry."
He sucks my clit into his mouth before releasing it with a wet plop. "No apologies. Sit back and take your distraction like a good girl."
I sure as fuck don't have to be told twice.
His tongue works me with a precision that has me shivering within minutes.
The buildup is slow, with his lazy movements turning rhythmic and deep.
My nails dig into his scalp. My thighs contract as my toes curl.
My chest arches off the couch just so I can breathe a little better as that coil winds tight in my gut.
"Nash. Nash. Nash. I'm so close. Please... please don't—"
"Come for me, Omega," he snarls. "Give me what's rightfully mine."
Oh, God.
That shouldn't be as hot as it is.
"Alpha!" I cry out.
My world spirals. Darkness encompasses me as he sucks my clit in between his lips and sets a furious pace with the tip of his tongue.
My thighs quiver around his face as the sopping wet sounds of his tongue against my pussy send me into orbit.
My body locks out as slick gushes with each wave of pleasure through my veins.
Ecstasy isn't a strong enough word for the sheer euphoria that takes hold.
My body finally collapses to the couch and my lungs heave for air.
"Holy fuck," I say breathlessly as I open my eyes.
I stare at his apartment ceiling, watching it spin on its own axis.
Before he kisses his way up my naked body.
"I know you've got another one for me," he says as his body seats itself between my legs.
His thickened cock slides up and down my pussy lips. My eyes are half-hooded as I watch him crawl up my body, slowly blocking out the ceiling. His pupils are blown wide, swallowing up all that brilliant blue.
"Nash," I whisper.
He leans down and nuzzles my nose with his. "We'll stop now if you're done."
I roll my hips against him, lubing his cock with my slick. "I'm scared about what I need."
It's like he reads my mind. "You need a knot, don't you?"
My whine is the only answer he requires.
He reaches his hand down and seats the broad mushroom head of his cock against my entrance. My body braces. I've got toys, sure, but they're slim and compact and do nothing but get the job done.
"Nelly, look at me."
It takes me some time before I can focus my eyes. "Huh?"
He leans down and kisses my lips, and it makes me hungry for more. He tastes like me, and the Omega inside of me really enjoys that. I reach up and cup the back of his head. I slant my lips over his, cleaning up the mess he's made of his own mouth.
"Nelly," he murmurs in between our kisses.
"Sorry, sorry," I whisper as I release him.
He chuckles. "No apologies. I just want to tell you something."
It takes effort to focus on him again. "What's that?"
He eases the head of himself into my body and my eyes flutter.
"I'll knot you if you wish, but you can tell me not to at any time and I won't. All right?"
My heart melts. "I know."
"Good."
He surges forward, filling me up with one thrust, and my jaw unhinges.
His mouth falls to mine as his hands find my wrists, and in a blink, they're pinned above my head.
My legs dangle helplessly around him. His thrusts pound against my hips.
He swivels his body just before he pulls back out, and it rakes his tightly wound curls against my clit.
"Dear God," I choke out.
"There's no God here for you tonight," he snarls. "Now take your orgasm like a good girl, Omega."
The sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin quickly fill his apartment. His couch drags along the carpet, moving in time with his thrusts. My walls clench around him as I suckle on his lower lip. Our kisses grow frantic as slick spills from my body, drenching his cock and dripping down his balls.
"So tight for me," he snarls as his face drops to the crook of my neck. "You smell so damn good, Omega."
His teeth rake against my scent gland and I realize... I'd let him do it. If he lost control of himself and bit down, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. His knot is already growing, spreading the tight ring of my body as my legs find the strength to lock around him.
I dig my heels into the small of his back as he licks up the pulse point of my neck.
I lose myself in it. He feels divine in ways I'm too prideful to admit. Nash Dempsey, the sheriff of Honeysuckle Grove, dirty-talker and orgasm aficionado.
Who knew?
"Alpha, oh my god," I whimper.
"That's it," he snarls as he rears up. He releases my wrists and leans back, grabbing my hips. "Take what I have to give you."
"Knot. Knot. I need a knot. Please, Nash. I-I-I—"
"You'll get your knot, Omega," he promises.
When he pulls me down his shaft, I am lost to him. He moves me back up and yanks me down again, fucking me against him like I'm nothing but a toy. It stirs things inside of me I don't wish to name. The sounds that bubble up from his throat make the Omega inside of me so proud.
I want to please my Alpha in all ways.
The thought hits me like a freight train. Since when is Nash my Alpha!? Confusion and instinct blur the sensations in my body until all I know is the electric pleasure given to me by the Alpha rutting into me. He tosses my legs over his shoulders. He bends me in half, shoving my tits up to my face.
"So close," I moan out.
He captures my lips so delicately and whispers against them. "Take what's yours, Omega. Pull me over with you."
"Oh, Alpha."
One last surge of him into my body throws me over the edge and into darkness. Electricity zings up my spine, locking out my body as my jaw unhinges. His growl rattles my rib cage as he plunges his knot deep inside, and it swells against my tight walls.
Then, his finger slips between us to find my clit again.
"Nash?" I whimper out.
"Just relax," he whispers as his face falls to the crook of my neck again.
He nibbles against my scent gland as his finger glides through my slick. His movements along the tip of my clit are barely there, but it explodes another orgasm through my body. I milk his knot for all he has as it swells to a point where I'm worried I might not be able to take it.
But my orgasm relaxes me enough, and eventually, it stops.
"There's a good girl," Nash whispers as he licks at my scent gland.
He moves just enough for my legs to slip off his shoulders. They plop to the couch, quivering with the aftershocks of my euphoria. The room spins as the gnawing instinct in my stomach settles to a dull roar.
I'm further along in my pre-heat than I'd like if I'm already begging for knots.
"You've always smelled so damn good," Nash murmurs as he nuzzles against the crook of my neck.
I can't move. I can't speak. I've been robbed of every function I have except for my sight, and even that is back to swirling and tipping and dipping.
The fire in my veins settles, and I register the weight of Nash's body on top of mine.
I press my cheek to his. I rest my eyes as his hand ventures downward, gripping my thigh and hiking my leg around his body.
"I've got you," he murmurs into my skin. "Rest while you can."
He's like a weighted blanket, protecting me from the storms outside. And as my eyes grow heavy, my body stuffed full with his knot, a thought crosses my mind.
Any Omega would be lucky to be his mate.