Chapter 43 #3
“Luka.” I gasp, my nails digging into his scalp. “I'm close.”
“Let go, little omega,” he growls, voice thick with unbridled desire. “Let go for me.”
His words are my undoing. With a cry, I shatter, my orgasm washing over me in waves of pleasure so intense it's almost painful.
As I come down from my high, I'm dimly aware of him standing up, his hands moving to the hem of his own shirt.
“My turn.” His lips curl upwards in a devious smile that shoots lust through me, quickening my pulse.
My breath catches in my throat as he slowly undresses.
His body is a lean, muscular landscape that I want to explore for hours.
His chest is broad and defined, his abs a perfect six-pack that I’m desperate to trace with my tongue.
He sheds his pants, and I can't help but stare at the hard length of his cock, jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls.
He positions himself between my thighs, and his eyes lock on mine as he slowly enters me.
The stretch is exquisite, a sweet burn that quickly gives way to pleasure as he fills me completely.
I'm so wet, so ready for him, that he slides in with ease, his cock hitting that spot deep inside me that makes me see stars.
“God, you feel so good,” he groans, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm. “So tight, so wet, just for me.”
I can only moan in response, my body arching to meet his thrusts. His hands grip my hips and hold me in place as he picks up the pace, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. The pressure multiplies inside me again, a wave seconds from cresting against the shoreline.
“Come for me, baby girl. Come all over my cock.”
Fuck.
My chest constricts, and I suddenly feel crushed under the weight of my love for him.
The whole world disappears, and my breathing becomes a ragged sound, distant through the thrumming of blood in my ears.
All I’m aware of is his cock in my pussy, his fingers expertly flicking my clit, and his eyes holding mine, staring down at me like I’m a goddess he’s come to prostrate before and worship.
With a cry, I shatter, my orgasm on the verge of slashing me to ribbons. As I come down from my high, I feel something familiar—a pressure at my entrance as Luka's cock begins to swell, the base expanding to form a knot that will lock us together.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “Let me in.”
I take a deep breath and force my muscles to relax as he pushes the knot inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, a fullness that borders on pain but is so intensely pleasurable it brings tears to my eyes. He's locked inside me now, his knot pressing against my G-spot with every pulse of his cock.
“God, Brylee,” he groans, his body shuddering as he finds his own release.
His hot seed fills me, marking me as his in the most primal way possible. The sensation is overwhelming, a deep, satisfying warmth that spreads through my entire being. His knot pulses inside me, a steady, rhythmic beat that sends aftershocks of pleasure through my body with every throb.
I cling to him, my arms wrapped around his neck, my face buried in the crook of his shoulder.
His scent surrounds me, a potent mix of his own alpha musk and my omega pheromones, a heady combination that speaks of possession and belonging.
I've never felt so safe, so cherished, so completely and utterly worshipped.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice a low murmur against my hair.
I nod, unable to speak, my throat tight with emotion.
Somehow, his mere touch was able to eliminate all of my fears. I know they’ll return later, when I have time to truly process everything I learned, but for now, they’ve been locked away, buried six feet under.
He shifts slightly, adjusting our positions so that we're lying on our sides, facing each other. His arms wrap around me and pull me closer. I can feel the steady beat of his heart against my chest.
“I've got you,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my forehead. “I've always got you.”
We lie there for a long time, intertwined, as his knot slowly releases. But even afterward, he doesn’t let me go. He keeps me cocooned in the safety of his arms.
“I love you,” I whisper, my head resting on his outstretched arm.
“I love you too, little omega,” he replies. His arms tighten around me. “More than you'll ever know.”
His words are a balm to my soul, a soothing remedy to the chaos still raging in my mind. The weight of my mother's betrayal is still there, a heavy stone in my gut, but in this moment, it's manageable. Luka has given me a reprieve, a brief respite from the storm, and I'm grateful for it.
“Rest now,” he murmurs, his hand stroking my back in a slow, soothing rhythm. “We'll face the chaos tomorrow.”
I close my eyes, my body relaxing against his. The steady beat of his heart is a lullaby, a promise of safety and security in a world that's suddenly become a terrifying place.
And as I drift off to sleep, I know that no matter what happens, no matter what challenges we face, we'll face them together.