Chapter 14
NAOMI
Iwoke to pleasure. Deep, rolling waves of it, starting at my core and radiating outward until my entire body hummed with sensation.
For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming. The dream had been so vivid, Rowan's hands on me, his voice in my ear, his body moving against mine with controlled precision. But the feeling didn't fade. It intensified.
I opened my eyes slowly, my vision adjusting to the low light of the room. The nest was still around me, soft and familiar now. And Rowan was inside me. Moving slowly. Deliberately. Each thrust measured and controlled, designed to soothe rather than inflame.
"You called for me," he said quietly, his dark eyes meeting mine. "In your sleep. You were whimpering, reaching for something. Me…" He paused, his hips rolling in a way that made me gasp. "Is this okay?"
Was it okay? He was inside me while I slept. Maybe it should have been a violation. Instead, it felt like relief. The best way to wake up. This was perfect, I wrapped my legs around him to pull him closer.
"Yes," I breathed. "God, yes. Don't stop."
"I won't."
He continued that slow, devastating rhythm. Not rushing. Not chasing his own release. Just focused entirely on me. On easing the heat that even now was building again in my core. I reached up, my hands finding his face, pulling him down until our mouths met.
The kiss was different from before. Not desperate or frantic.
This was slow. Exploratory. Like we were learning each other for the first time.
Which we were, there wasn’t the same stipulation of this only lasting for one night.
Instead, he was here taking care of me, learning what I needed, liked, and desired.
His tongue moved against mine with the same controlled precision as his hips. Coaxing. Teasing. Drawing out sounds I didn't know I could make. Rowan felt better than I’d imagined. It was the first time we’d been alone together, simply doing whatever called to us.
"Deeper," I whispered against his mouth. "I need you deeper, Sir."
He shifted, his hands gripping my hips as he changed the angle. The next thrust hit something inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.
"There," I gasped. "So good. So right…”
He understood. He stayed exactly where he was, grinding against that spot with shallow, perfect movements that built pleasure so intense it bordered on unbearable.
My hands moved over him, exploring the hard planes of his chest, the scars that marked his skin, the tension in his shoulders as he controlled our pleasure.
His restraint as he put my pleasure first.
"You can let go," I told him. "You don't have to hold back."
"This isn't about me," he said, his voice rough. "This is about you. Taking what you need."
"I need you." I pulled him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist again. "All of you. Not just the careful version." I didn't know how to explain it. "I need you to lose control."
Something flickered in his eyes. Heat. Hunger. Permission. That’s when I saw his wolf burning toward the surface, ready to take over. I nodded, needing his animalistic nature to take us over the edge.
"You sure about that?" he growled out.
"Yes."
His hand came down on my ass, sharp, sudden, perfectly placed. I cried out, the spike of pain mixing with pleasure in a way that made my vision blur.
"Thank you, Sir," I gasped.
He obliged. Another slap, harder this time, on the other side.
The heat that had been simmering flared into an inferno.
Fresh slick coated my thighs, my body responding to the pain-pleasure combination with desperate need.
It coated our sexes so much that the crude sound of skin slapping skin echoed loudly.
It intensified the sensations that I was feeling.
"More," I begged. "Don't stop. Please don't stop, Sir. My Rowan…"
He gave me more. His thrusts became harder. Faster. Each one punctuated by the sharp sting of his hand on my ass, on my thighs, anywhere he could reach. The pain drew out the need in me, made it sharper, brighter, necessary. Then he held my hands above my head as he pinned me to the nest.
"You like that," he observed, his voice dark with satisfaction. "You like it when it hurts, when I take away your power."
"Yes. God, yes. I like—" Another slap cut off my words. "I love everything you do to me."
"Good." His hand moved from my ass to my wrist again. A promise of control. "Because I'm going to do a lot more before this heat is over."
The possessiveness in his voice should have scared me. Instead, it made me clench around him so hard he groaned.
"You're going to come for me," he said. It wasn't a question. It was a command. "And then you're going to come again. And again. Until you can't remember anything except how I feel inside you."
"Yes." I was already climbing, the orgasm building at the base of my spine. "Yes, I want that. I want you."
"I know. You summoned me here, remember?" His hand tightened slightly wrist just enough to make me gasp. "And I'm going to give it to you."
He shifted again, his free hand moving between us to find my clit. The moment his thumb circled it, I shattered. The orgasm tore through me with brutal intensity. My back arched off the nest, my nails digging into his hand hard enough to draw blood.
But he didn't stop. Even as I came, he kept moving. Kept touching. Kept pushing me higher.
"Don't stop," I sobbed. "Please don't stop, Rowan. Sir. Please!"
"I'm not stopping." His voice was a growl. "Not until you're satisfied. Not until you've had everything you need."
He worked me through the first orgasm and straight into the second. This one was sharper, more focused, concentrated entirely where he was buried inside me.
"That's it," he murmured. "Take what you need. Use me. I'm yours."
Yours.
The word echoed in my head, mixing with the pleasure until I couldn't separate them.
The second orgasm crashed into a third before I'd even recovered.
He pinched my clit, holding me on the edge of pain and pleasure until I came while bucking against him.
My body was a live wire, every nerve ending firing at once.
"I can't." I gasped. "It's too much. Please!"
"You can." His thumb circled my clit again. "One more. Give me one more."
"Rowan, please—"
"One more."
The command in his voice pushed me over the edge.
The fourth orgasm was different. Deeper.
A painful release that I needed. My Omega hindbrain took over completely, and I heard myself making sounds I'd never made before, growls, whimpers, and desperate pleas.
And through it all, he held me. Anchored me. Kept me from flying apart completely.
When I finally came down, I was shaking. Sobbing. Clinging to him like he was the only solid thing in a spinning world.
"I've got you," he murmured, his hand stroking my hair. "You're okay. You did so well."
"Don't leave," I whispered. "Please don't leave me."
"Never." He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
His knot had swelled during the last orgasm, locking us together.
Protected. Safe. I pressed my face into his chest and just breathed.
This moment felt separate from everything else.
From the heat. From the fear. From all the complications waiting on the other side.
It was just us. Two people who fit together in a way I'd never experienced before.
"Rowan?" I said quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For this." I struggled to find the words. "For seeing me. Not just the Omega in heat. But me."
His arms tightened around me. "I do see you, baby. In ways you don’t even know."
There was something in his tone weighted with meaning I didn't understand. But before I could ask, another wave of heat started building.
"Again?" I managed weakly.
"Heats come in cycles," he explained. "Especially breakthrough heats. We might be doing this every few hours for the next few days."
"Days?"
"At least. Maybe longer." His hand stroked down my spine. "But we're not going anywhere. Kellan and I will take turns. Make sure you're never alone. Never in pain."
The casual way he said it—like it was a given, like there was no question they'd stay—made my chest tighten.
"Why are you doing this? You barely know me. This is more than just helping someone through a heat." I couldn't finish.
"This is taking care of our Omega," he said simply. "That's what Alphas are supposed to do."
Our Omega. There it was again. That possessive phrasing that should have terrified me but instead made me feel wanted.
"I'm not yours," I said, but it came out weaker than I intended.
"Not yet," he agreed. "But you could be. If you wanted. Because we do."
"I don't do bonding."
"No, you don't do Alphas. You don't do vulnerability. You don't do anything that might make you like your mother." His voice was gentle but firm. "But Naomi? You're not her. You're stronger. Braver. And you're not alone this time."
Tears burned behind my eyes. "You don't know that."
"Yes, I do. Because you're here. You made the choice to accept help even though it terrified you. That takes courage."
"It wasn't courage. It was desperation."
"It was both." He tilted my chin up, making me meet his eyes. "And when this heat is over, you get to decide what happens next. No pressure. No expectations. Just choices."
"And if I choose to walk away?"
Something flickered in his expression. Pain, maybe. But when he spoke, his voice was steady.
"Then we let you go. Because your choice matters more than what we want."
The sincerity in his voice broke something inside me. I kissed him, desperate, grateful, and terrified all at once. And when the next wave of heat hit, when my body demanded more, he gave it to me without hesitation.
This time, he was raw, took what he wanted while giving me what I needed. This time, he let me see exactly how much control he'd been exerting. And god help me, I loved every second of it.